BTW…I edited the first chapter of this story, but in case people just checked into this chapter, I wanted to mention that this story was created based on a suggestion to me from Tracgyrl, and she has been a big help in helping me get a few things straight for it. It's going to end up being longer than most of the stories that I'm posting today, and I doubt that I'll post the entire thing today. I'm not 100% happy with it, and I want to give it the right amount of time to breathe. It's got to be right, you know? Plus, well…I guess it won't kill me to have at least one or two ongoing stories (on second thought…it might! Haha. Also, PS…even though there is an underlying threat against Booth's person, he's not really going to be in danger. Just wanted to throw that out there).

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"Right this way, Agent Booth" the security guard led him through an underground tunnel, and Booth followed. This led to a dark car in a darker alley, and he got into the backseat, nodding to Cullen who already sat there.

"Agent Booth." Cullen nodded and handed him a file. "Here's the security detail you requested."

Booth opened the light folder, skimming over the increased measures currently being set in place around the Jeffersonian and the private homes of each person on his team. Satisfied, he pursed his lips and stared out the window of the quickly moving car.

The insides of his arms felt warm from the memory of the short time his partner had been in them, and he pulled in a breath as the car pulled into a driveway and into an opened garage.

Booth's eyes widened and a low whistle escaped from between his teeth.

Cullen nodded and patted the seat in front of him. "Surveillance is all set up, both in the house and around the premises. Hopefully next week's trial will mean this is no longer needed, but for now, you are not to leave this house for any reason. Is that clear?"

Booth nodded. "Crystal."

Cullen held out his hands, and Booth reached into his pocket and handed over his cell phone and reached down to unfasten his gun.

Cullen put a hand on his arm. "That you can keep, just in case. Everything in the house should be set up for your comfort. Enjoy your little vacation, Agent Booth."

"Yeah, okay" Booth snorted slightly, but didn't say anything else and just opened his door. He closed it and tapped the top of the dark car before making his way from the garage into the house.

His lips parted in surprise. "Holy cow."

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"Right this way, Dr. Brennan" the man in the suit nodded and motioned with his hand toward the open car door.

Brennan got inside and looked back to the Hoover building in time to see Sweets standing near the exit, watching.

She merely looked forward as the car pulled away from the back curb, sleekly making its way through the dark recesses of the city and then into the brighter lights of normal traffic. The outsides of her arms still felt pressure, just from the small moment Booth had wrapped his arms around her. It had happened so quickly, she hadn't expected it. She hadn't done anything but stand there, and once she'd realized he was hugging her, he wasn't and he was walking out of the room.

Her memory rushed forward to her current reality as the car pulled up to the Jeffersonian. She blinked and nodded to the driver before opening her door. She understood the rules. They hadn't changed.

And as she walked back into the lab, moving to her office, she understood.

There were remains to investigate, stories to reveal, and no time for stray thoughts. She smoothed her hands down her sides, pulled on her labcoat and got to work.

--b&b--

See you in an hour for "Violet"