Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but I really wish I did


Chapter 2 – The Man in the S.U.V.

Booth sees his wife in an instant within the chaotic scene around him, "Bones! Bones! Over here."

Brennan would never admit it, but she had been worried something had happened to her husband since the last time that they talked with each other. "Where have you been? You said you would meet us on the corner."

Booth places his hand on the small of her back and guides her to the scene while saying reassuringly, "There is a lot going on here in case you haven't noticed." As they approach the security Booth tells the man, "These girls they're with me Dr. Temperance Brennan and Angela Montenegro from the Jeffersonian."

The security guard still doesn't let them go, "I need ID."

Booth sighs and points at the papers in the man's hands, "Okay, check the RI5 list, homeland security. She's the forensic anthropologist."

The security guard looks through the list and sees their names, "They're clear."

Booth nods his head and again guides his wife and her best friend onto the scene, "Thanks. C'mon."

Angela picks up on an awful smell in the air, "God, what's that smell?"

Brennan – having dealt with this numerous times – says technically, "Burnt flesh. Are there a lot of injuries?"

Booth rattles off the list sadly, "Four known dead. Fifteen injured."

Angela can't stand the scene in front of her with all the bodies and the smells, "Oh my God."

Brennan begins to compartmentalize everything to keep focus, "Details, whatever you have."

Booth doesn't like this. "Not much. Witnesses said they saw a Middle Eastern man mid thirties pull up to the café and the car just blew. The vehicle is registered to a Hamid Masruk, head of the American-Arab friendship league."

Brennan is confused to why she's here now, since her husband already knows who the person is. "If you know who it is, why do you need me?"

Agent Gibson walks up to the group and answers that question, "Because we're hoping we're wrong. Masruk is a White House consultant for Arab relations. Had lunch with the President just last week."

Booth smiles at his wife's first encounter with this agent. "Remember Agent Gibson, Homeland Security." He then points to his wife and Angela for the agent. "Dr. Temperance Brennan. Angela Montenegro. If Masruk was involved in a terrorist attack it means we have a huge national security problem.

Agent Gibson is irritated, "Not to mention a very humiliated president. The press is already running with this."

Brennan always finds the facts, not what people want the facts to be. "If you think I'm going to alter my findings…"

Gibson shakes his head, "Look, not at all but maybe it's not Masruk. We need to be sure. Booth says you're the best."

Brennan smiles at her husband intimately and says, "I need surgical gloves and masks for the retrieval team. Sterile medical bags and vegetable oil."

Booth knows why she needs the first part but… "Vegetable oil?"

Brennan nods and tries to explain, "The oil will loosen the seared body parts stuck to the metal. It's no different than steak on a grill that sticks."

He smiles at Brennan and her trying to put her thoughts in "English". "It's okay, I trust you."

Zach comes over to the group with her requested item and asks, "Should I photograph the scene?"

Brennan nods distractedly looking around at the scene, "Focus on a 30 meter radius from the blast."

Brennan points to a limb and asks her husband, "Okay to pick up?"

Booth nods his head, but he wants to make sure she's okay first. "You know, it's okay to be upset."

Brennan smiles sorrowfully, "I wish this is the worst thing I'd seen."

Booth discretely whispers in her ear while rubbing her elbow comfortingly, "I know."

Angela – unaware of what was going on between Booth and Brennan – hands over the retrieval bags to Booth and confesses, "You know…uh… I don't think I can…Sorry."

Brennan can see the uneasiness in Booth's eyes, "Well, if you can't either…"

Booth quickly shakes off the uneasiness and tries to use his sniper training, "No, I'm cool."

Brennan smiles softly at her husband one last time before they begin what would for sure be one hellish of a case. "Zach, I need two more evidence bags."

~BONES~

Brennan was in the lab with the remains and evidence found on the scene, giving out orders, "Take samples from the clothes. See whatever you can find. Traces of cologne, laundry detergent, anything that we can link to Masruk's home."

Hodgins comes up and says, "I will grab any particulates that I can identify the type of bomb."

Zach is confused now, "Isn't that the FBI's job?"

Hodgins – ever the conspiratorial theorist – says, "What you trust the FBI? You realize those guys are going to suppress whatever they need to cover their asses."

Zach ignores Hodgins ridiculous theories and says, "I found a portion of the clavicle."

Hodgins looks offended, "Are you even listening?"

Zach simply tells him the truth. "No."

Still Hodgins continues on with his ramblings, "They have a separate division you know that way their hands are always clean. In 1970…"

Brennan doesn't like the way that Hodgins is talking about the FBI, especially since her man is one himself – however irrational that sounds. "Jack! We're trying to work."

Booth comes up to the platform to see his wife agitated at Hodgins and wonders why. That is until he hears Hodgins say, "Someone seems really defensive about the FBI lately. You realize Booth is just another Government stooge."

Brennan looks directly at Booth while saying, "This has nothing to do with Booth." Even though her eyes are saying a completely different story.

Booth uses the element of surprise says, "You know I don't enjoy having squints on my team anymore then you like me on yours but you know we're supposed to be working together. Okay?"

Hodgins slightly jumps that almost goes unnoticed and says to play it off, "Sure. So what do we do, group hug?"

Booth ignores that and motions to Agent Gibson. "Agent Gibson here will be over seeing things for Homeland Security."

Gibson tries to offer a peace offering of some sorts. "I'll try not to be in the way."

Brennan doesn't want to work with anyone else but her husband. She does not like this one bit. "No, uh …we don't need to be overseen."

Booth sighs inwardly and says, "That's really not your call Bones. Okay how soon can we get the DNA match?"

Brennan sees that she lost this battle starts right into the facts, "That'll take days. I can get a match much sooner then that I have all we need."

Gibson asks in disbelief, "You're going to be able to ID him from that?"

Zach points out the obvious idiotic question, "Asking stuff like that is in the way."

Brennan beings to walk away from the group saying, "Remove any flesh and particulates you can and then macerate him." She turns toward Gibson, "If that's alright with you?" Booth follows his wife to go into her office.

As they are walking Brennan states her aggravation, "This is my lab. I'm a scientist. A doctor."

Booth chuckles and looks around to make sure that they're alone and not being watched. He then brings his hand to her hip and caresses it softly, "Yeah, so I've heard."

Brennan leans into Booth a little more and says, "Look, would you be able to do your job if someone is looking over your shoulder all the time."

Booth tries to reason with his somewhat stubborn wife, "You do, okay I've developed a tolerance."

Brennan smirks at what her husband just said. "I'm sorry but I don't understand the advantage of compromise."

Booth is trying to keep his temper in check, "It's a terrorist attack babe. It's bigger than you and it's bigger than me."

Brennan again tries to point out the facts though. "The job is the same."

Booth sighs. She just doesn't get it. "No, it's not. We're dealing with someone here who devalues an entire culture. Terrorizing people by using God to justify mass murder."

Brennan looks directly into her husband's eyes and sees the pain. "You're making it personal. That doesn't help."

Booth stares straight back into hers trying to explain how he feels. "It is personal Brennan. All of us die a little bit on one like this."

~BONES~

Angela walks into Brennan's office, stopping at the door. Noticing all the pictures from the case scattered on the floor she says, "Hard at work? There's a shocker."

Brennan sighs. She has just come from talking with the victims wife. "I just saw his wife. She gave me his medical records…photographs. Apparently he was ill. They were testing for Lupus which would explain the face. It must have been painful."

Angela comes over to Brennan and stands by the couch. "Look I … I know that you needed help out there. At the crime scene and I wanted to but…"

Brennan stands up and sits down on the couch. "It's okay. You see it. I don't anymore. I don't know what's worse."

Angela joins Brennan on the couch and asks, genuinely concerned, "You holding up okay?"

Brennan nods slightly – thinking of how her husband has been a great support system for her. "His wife doesn't believe it was him. I've got to give her an ID."

Angela places her hand on top of Brennan's. "Whatever I can do."

Brennan nods and gratefully smiles at her. "Yeah, I know."

Angela goes on to a different topic now. "And about this weekend…"

Brennan sighs yet again. She really hates lying to her best friend. "Angela I don't know."

Angela just won't give up on this. "Oh come on."

Brennan shakes her head this time. "I don't know."

Angela then tries to persuade her friend with the facts. "Brennan I know this great club, they play Trip Hop and Trance."

Brennan scrunches her face a little. "I don't know what that means."

Angela waves her hand dismissively and says with a smile, "It doesn't matter. We'll grab Booth."

Brennan adamantly states – maybe a little too fast – "No."

Angela smiles at her friend's fast response. There was something there for sure. "I think he likes you. God if I were you, I'd buy a ticket on that ride."

Brennan tries to get herself out of this one again by pointing to a box full of bones. "Look, I'm going to be very busy this weekend even after the ID, I have these."

Angela looks unimpressed. "Remains from World War I."

Brennan explains rationally, "That's what the institution pays me for. I've got hundreds of these waiting."

Angela sighs dramatically at her friend's antics. "And they can't wait one more weekend?"

Brennan won't give in. "They've got relatives. They've waited long enough."

Angela smiles sadly at Brennan thinking that she needs to get out more and find a man. "You know it's not that scary Brennan. You have a few drinks. You move to the music. You might even smile."

~BONES~

Brennan unlocks the door to their apartment to find Booth walking out of their bedroom buttoning up his shirt. She pouts slightly at this – she really wanted to spend just a little time with her husband today.

Booth looks up at the sound of the door opening to find his wife pouting. "Hey babe. What's wrong?" When she doesn't respond he asks, "Bones?"

Brennan snaps out of her little day dream she was having and says, "Yeah."

Booth smiles at his wife's face. He knew that face. "What's up?"

Brennan can see that there really was no time for a little fun now any ways, hands over the file right away, "It's him. Masruk is the bomber."

Booth sighs as he finishes buttoning his shirt. "I guess the wife didn't know the husband very well."

Brennan hears the sound of heels tapping on the floor and has an irrational spurt of anger and jealousy – even though she knows her husband would never cheat on her. However once Tessa enters the room her jealousy is put at bay. "Hello Tessa, how are you?"

Tessa smiles warmly at her friend. "I'm fine, thank you Temperance. Actually Seeley called me up asking for a favor that I owe him." Brennan looks at her husband in confusion until he clarifies.

"Babe, the thing is, I think that your squints are really trying to push us together, especially Angela. So I thought, maybe if they thought I had a girlfriend they would lay off just a little. You know. And also this way it'll help us with our secret. I mean after the way Cullen made sure I knew during our first case, that I couldn't even work with you if we were seeing each other before it, this way it looks more like we're not. Right?" Booth hoped he just made sense right now. Because his head was actually starting to hurt from that explanation.

Brennan thought that over for a few seconds and then nodded her head in agreement. "That is an excellent idea Booth. This will definitely make the others think that there is no possible way for us to be together since you are in a "committed" relationship." Brennan came up to her husband and kissed him on his lips softly.

Booth smiled broadly. "Well okay then." Pretending to introduce them to each other. "Tessa, this is Brennan. Tessa Jankow, Dr. Temperance Brennan. "

Tessa smiled and rolled her eyes at her two friends. What they did for love. "Oh, hi. I've heard a lot about you."

Brennan looked at the two of them confused. "What are you doing?"

Booth smiled warmly, "We're getting into character. You know, acting.

Brennan still confused started to say, "But we're the only ones here…" Then upon seeing her husband's face says, "Oh, we're practicing. I get."

Booth nods and continues with the "introductions". "Tessa's an attorney."

Tessa grins at that, "Mm, corporate, keeping the fat cats fat."

Brennan being her regular literal self says, "I was just studying a cranial fissure on a corporate attorney last week. Of course he was dead so…"

Tessa nods her head. "Interesting."

Brennan smiles lightly, "Thanks."

Booth shakes his head at his wife and guides her toward the door. "Well I was just heading to the Bureau. Santana called and said something about a bombing and I thought you were at the lab. I was gonna go pick you up but since you're here. Let's head on out."

Brennan nods her head. "Sure."

Booth turns to Tessa and says, "Thanks for doing this for us. Make yourself at home, we'll see you later."

Tessa smiles and waves goodbye to her favorite couple. Man, she wishes that her and her boyfriend would turn out like them – that is love-wise. Tessa chuckles softly at that thought.

~BONES~

As the couple walks into Booth's office he notices to his wife is chuckling. "Okay, what is so funny?"

Brennan keeps on chuckling, "I just never figured you'd actually be the one to suggest one of us pretending to be in a relationship."

Booth looks back at her as he sits down at his desk. "Why, do you think something's wrong with me?"

Brennan smiles softly at him, "Not wrong. You just have alpha male attributes usually associated with claiming ownership of your property."

Booth is shocked for two reasons. One, his wife just called herself property and two, she sounded proud of that fact. "Temperance Brennan-Booth, are you happy to have an alpha male as your husband?"

Brennan smirks at her husband, "Maybe I am but we weren't talking about me."

Booth smile widens. "Well I was and I could just kiss you right now."

Brennan's smirk turns seductive, "Well I wasn't and I would love to do more than just kiss you right now. I would love to…" She then licks her lips seductively.

Booth groans loudly feeling himself already reacting to his wife's words, "Bones, you are going to be the death of me my beautiful wi…"

However Booth was abruptly interrupted by Santana coming into his office. "Booth."

Booth slides in a little bit more under his desk. He tries to keep an even voice when he answers, "Yeah?"

Santana goes on without noticing the slight tension in the room, "You got that ID?"

Booth nods and is thankful – for once – of the images of the mornings scenes. "Yeah it was Masruk."

Santana sighs, "Oh, that's too bad."

Brennan looks back at Santana confused. "He killed four people and injured another fifteen."

Santana hands a file to Booth across from his desk, "The report came back from ballistics. Now the explosives were placed under the car with the trigger connected to the odometer. Masruk was murdered."

Brennan gladly takes the offered folder from Booth and looks down at the newest findings. "So Masruk wasn't a terrorist."

Booth couldn't believe it. "Somebody tried to make him look like one. Any leads on who did it?"

Santana's smirk told Booth he wasn't going to like what he was about to say, "That's why we're paying you Booth."

~BONES~

After interrogating the victim's wife again the couple walks into Wong Foo's for something to eat. Booth almost yells at his wife as they sit down at the bar, "She was having an affair!"

Brennan takes the seat beside him and says, "I'm sorry but that's an offensive assumption!"

Booth sighs. "Well all the signs are there."

Brennan still doesn't know how her husband can do is job like this. "You can't make wild accusations about somebody's personal life based on a feeling."

Booth tries to reason with the woman beside him. "It's more than a feeling. Okay, that photograph is evidence just as solid as the markers you squints pick up looking at your little bones."

Brennan still doesn't get it. "The evidence that I find isn't empirical. What you consider evidence is merely conjecture."

Booth points out the evidence for his idea. "She dyed her hair. She lost weight. You know she shoved a little Botox in her forehead. She's still feeling guilty over the last fight she had with her husband."

Brennan makes a sound of frustration. "Ugh! You are an insufferable…arrogant….man!"

Booth smirks at his wife's response. "Oh! So only a woman could know a woman. I thought woman wanted us to understand them."

Angela comes up behind the two and sits on the other side of Booth. "Not really. A magician never wants to reveal her tricks…"

Booth looks at Angela, surprised to see her here. "We're having a private conversation."

Angela holds up her hands, "I'm not here."

Brennan seeing an opportunity to bring up Tessa in front of their biggest obstacle says, "So you think you know women just because you live with some sexy lawyer? Unbelievable."

Booth at first doesn't know what she's talking about, but then remembers that Angela was listening. So he decides to put on a show and scoffs at his wife.

Angela jumps in at that. "You live with a sexy lawyer?"

Booth clarifies slightly of what he talked about with Tessa, "She has her own place okay."

Brennan then brings up why she "decided" to bring that point up about Booth. "He thinks just because Masruk's wife started working out and had a little make over, that she was having an affair."

Angela ponders that thought, "Hmm, and how long were they married?"

Booth smirks at what he knows the artist will say, "Eleven years."

Angela looks at Brennan and directs with finger to Booth. "I'm with him."

Brennan can't believe that her friend thinks that the wife was cheating as well. "There is no concrete proof!"

Angela asks the obvious, "Boobs perkier?"

Booth simply replies from his observations, "Mm Hmm."

Brennan can't fathom this. "I don't believe this if you're so sure then why didn't you confront her."

Angela tries to explain it to her friend. "Because if she or her boyfriend were involved, she would warn him."

Booth smiles at Angela, "Very good."

Angela smirks at Booth and replies, "I'm a constant surprise."

Brennan – having enough of the conjectures – gets up from the bar. "Alright. Great. I will be in the lab getting us some real data."

Booth just sighs as Angela asks more about his 'girlfriend'. "So, how many nights a week does "sexy" sleep over?"

Booth shakes his head. "Ha, ha, ha."

~BONES~

At the lab, Angela can't help but gossip about the newest news. "Apparently, they live together a few days a week, but he was very clear that she has her own place."

Zach doesn't feel good about this newest subject of conversation. "Should you be intruding into their lives like this?"

Angela reassures him, "Oh yeah. Absolutely."

Hodgins isn't really paying much attention to this conversation. "We're negative for Lupus and Paget's. When you're done, I will do a scraping for environmental contaminates."

Zach hands a Petri dish of particulate to Hodgins. "I found these. Shiny flakes that caught onto the torn patches of bone."

Angela goes on like nothing is interrupting her. "Bottom line, I still think Brennan has a shot with Booth."

Hodgins can't help but point out. "But she says she's not interested."

Angela smirks and says almost sing-songy, "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Zach definitely doesn't like this. "Maybe she protested just enough."

Angela rolls her eyes. "Puh-lease. She's been sleeping alone for months." Then under her breath – remembering that one moment on the phone – says, "That we know of." And then more audible, "She has enough pent up sexual energy to power a small mid-western city."

Hodgins is looking at the particulates and says, "This looks like gypsum. That wouldn't cause any organic damage. It's probably used to insulate the explosives, bet the FBI doesn't know that yet."

Angela finally coming to her own conclusion says, "I'm gonna go check out this girlfriend."

~BONES~

Booth can't believe his lead suspect just got away like that. He honks his horn rather angrily. "C'mon!"

Brennan asks calmly, "You want me to drive? "

Booth looks at his wife like she's crazy. "No. Why?"

Brennan points at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're angry."

Booth laughs at that idea. "I'm not angry."

Brennan just shakes her head. "Yeah, you're furious. You're going to kill somebody."

Booth breaths out of his nose slowly. "I'm not angry. Believe me, you do not want to see me angry. That's the last thing you want to see."

Brennan just rolls her eyes, knowing her husband was angry. "Okay."

Booth explains slowly and more calmly, "This is me accepting reality."

Brennan shrugs her shoulders, letting the subject go. "Okay, my mistake."

Booth tries to explain even more so. "My superiors, they make the decisions, Bones. Alright. If they don't think them through that's really not my problem."

Brennan tries to reason with him. "If I were you, I'd be mad. Homeland Security is preventing you from doing a proper investigation of a murder case."

Booth sighs audibly, "I'm a grownup. I'll deal. You know that thing where you ask for the strength to change the things that you can and the wisdom to know the difference?"

Brennan looks at him with a blank stare, "Not really."

Booth looks back at the road and says, "Well it's a good thing."

Brennan tries to clarify, "Do you ask God?"

Booth looks at her for a brief second, "For what?"

Brennan expounds, "For the strength and the wisdom?"

Booth smiles a little at his wife's understanding, "Yeah, I ask God."

Brennan nods slightly at her husband. "I still don't understand how you can believe in God."

Booth sighs heavily, "Can we talk about something else?"

Brennan smiles brightly, "Sure. I bought a little something that I think you will definitely like." She then brings her hand to his thigh and squeezes gently in a very seductive way that has Booth already dying to get home to see it.

Booth raises his eyebrow. "Oh really." He can feel himself reacting all over again at the images his mind is conjuring. He smirks a little until his wife brings her hand all the way up his thigh and presses her hand against his slight arousal which brings it to a full on hard on. He swerves into the next lane surprised and hears several cars honking at him. "Christ, Bones!"

Brennan looks at him innocently. "What? I'm sorry. I thought that you would like to get some of your tension out of your system."

Booth gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white. "I prefer if we, right now – while I'm driving – would just stay on point and talk about things that you like to talk about like dead people. Dead bodies?"

Brennan smiles even more seductively at her husband, "But I don't want to talk about dead bodies. I want to pleasure my husband."

With that, Booth swerved the SUV into a deserted parking lot in a secluded area. Without any warning Booth jumped out of the door and swung open his wife's door. With as much pent up passion and frustration he had, he focused it into his kiss. Before he knew it his wife had her legs wrapped around his waist and he was pushing his arousal against her causing her to moan loudly in his mouth. Booth swung open the back door to his SUV and laid his wife on the back seat.

Brennan had already undone Booth's belt buckle and his zipper was undone. In between rough kisses Brennan hoarsely said, "Booth…I…need…you…in…me." Without need for further invitation Booth hiked up his wife's skirt and had wildly, hot, tension-relieving sex in the back of his SUV. After several minutes of regaining their breath, Brennan brought up her hand and ran it through her husband's hair and said softly and reassuringly, "We'll find out who killed him, Booth. We've got Hamid's body. You can always count on the dead."

~BONES~

Angela joined the group on the platform after talking with a rather sexy lawyer. "There is trouble in paradise."

Brennan looked at Angela, "I beg your pardon?"

Angela looked directly into Brennan's eyes. She saw that there was something different about her. A certain after the glow sex-vide was coming off of her. "Tessa does not feel secure in that relationship. I think she's threatened by you."

Brennan looked at her in shock, "You talked to her."

Angela explained her theory, "She didn't say much but even though she has a phenomenal figure she was chowing down on a fat-free muffin and she was reading a book about unsolved FBI cases. Ugh, she's obviously feeling insecure."

Hodgins didn't believe this. He turned to Brennan, "She's spying for you?"

Brennan couldn't believe the mess she was now in. "No! No!"

Zach brought his own thoughts into the mix. "Even if you have nothing in common it's difficult to sublimate intense sexual attraction and we hear it's been awhile."

Brennan definitely couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, Stop!"

Angela tried to reason with her friend. "He is there for the taking, honey."

Booth walked up to the group and began to say, "Okay, I couldn't get his medical records." He then noticed everyone was looking at him weirdly, "What?"

Brennan giving him a very distinct look said, "Oh nothing."

~BONES~

Later is the day Brennan came up to Angela and said, "We're going to have to run a simulation. I need you to input this skull and give me a face."

Angela nodded her head and said, "You've got it."

Brennan stopped Angela before she could go into her office. "And no more talk about Booth. You shouldn't have gotten involved."

Angela smiled at her. "That's what friends are for."

Brennan gave her a pleading look and hoped it would work. "Please, Angela."

~BONES~

After finding out the date of exposure, the couple decided to pay a little visit to Mr. Ladjavardi. As Booth and Brennan got out of the SUV, Booth took off his tie. Brennan asked her husband, "I thought you were told to stay away from him?"

Booth smiled smugly at his wife. "Yeah and as an FBI agent I cannot disobey my superior but you're not an FBI agent."

Brennan finally saw where her husband was going with this and smiled brightly that she could finally get in on some of the action. "Hey! Hi! How ya doing?"

Ladjavardi turned around and was pissed off to see who was talking to him. "What the hell are you doing here? You had orders."

Brennan pointed to herself and smiled slightly. "No. Not me. I just have a couple of quick questions for you."

Ladjavardi sighed, "Look, I'm not involved in this. Sahar won't even talk to me anymore."

Brennan looked back at Booth and smirked, "Yeah, I wonder why?"

Ladjavardi pulled out his cell phone and stated annoyingly, "I'm calling Santana."

Brennan looked at him and just stated, "Yeah, I don't think so."

Ladjavardi looked at Brennan unfazed, "I'm warning you."

Booth interjected for at least some warning, "I wouldn't threaten her if I were you."

Brennan tried to reason with the man. "Look, I just want to know where you were in June, first week, to see if you poisoned Hamid and Farid."

Booth looked at his wife and whispered, "Subtle, babe."

Ladjavardi looked between the two partners and makes up his mind. "I'm leaving, that's it." He tries to push Brennan out of his way but she swings her arm around and grabs his arm. Using her martial arts training, she flips him over one the sidewalk onto his back flat on the cement. To keep him from moving she puts her foot on his throat.

Booth looks down at Ladjavardi and says, "Told ya. She doesn't like to be touched."

Ladjavardi strangles out, "I didn't poison anybody."

Brennan pushes down just a little bit harder to get him to talk. "Then tell me where you were in June."

Ladjavardi knowing what's best for him, hurriedly tells her. "In Utah for training with Homeland Security. I didn't get to DC until August 12th. Check with the department."

Brennan releases her foot, smiles, and nods her head. "Alright, thanks."

~BONES~

In the SUV Booth decides to bounce ideas off his wife. "How about this? Sahar wants out of the marriage. Hamid refuses so Sahar poisons him so that she can run off with Ladjavardi."

Brennan shakes her head. "Doesn't make sense."

Booth points out this fact though, "When someone dies the first suspect is the spouse."

Brennan still doesn't believe it. "Well what about Hamid's brother? Did she poison him too?"

Booth is trying to work out all of these kinks. "Why not? You know he's pushing his nose into the marriage. I mean suddenly Sahar is facing, you know, a devote Muslim and a fundamentalist Christian and you know and nobody allows divorce and she's pushed to murder."

Brennan shakes her head again. "That's eschewed logic."

Booth sighs, not really believing this scenario either. "Ah, C'mon babe. Just work with me here. Alright. It's what we in the law enforcement call positing a scenario. Don't use the word eschewed."

Brennan tries to make a point. "What if you and I were – hypothetically of course – going to break up and you didn't want to?

Booth gave her a sidelong look. "Interesting Bones."

Brennan shrugs her shoulders. "Well I'm positing a scenario. Say I want to break up and you don't want to so I poison you."

Booth just shakes his head. "No, no, no."

Brennan then points out the obvious flaw in this scenario. "And then just to make sure, I blow you up with a bomb."

Booth now was fully looking at her for a good five seconds when he focus' on the road and asks, "Why would you do that?"

Brennan smiles at him, proud to make her point. "Exactly. Thank you."

Booth points this out though. "See 'cause you and me, that's a bad example."

Brennan smiles at him and pats his thigh lightly, "Well we're a couple in love, right?"

Booth sighs. "Yes, but why bring up us as a couple? We're solid. There is no reason to kill each other."

Brennan shrugs nonchalantly. "We were talking about couples. It's a natural segue."

Booth shakes his head at his wife's logic. "Alright, you know, you have to quit using the word segue and eschew. They sound French."

Brennan smirks at him slightly, "You keep changing the subject. I get it. You don't want to admit you're wrong."

Booth just shakes his head and laughs softly. "You keep thinking that babe."

Brennan just patted Booth's leg again when her phone rang. "Brennan." Brennan listened to what Zach was saying and told him to hang on a second when she covered the mouth piece and spoke to her husband, "The bomb was made in Woodley Park."

Booth couldn't believe it! "That's where Farid lives. Hold on." Booth made a fast U-turn. "No wonder we couldn't get his medicals. He already knew what was poisoning him. Alright, just stay in contact with your boys and tell them we're going to need them. Alright, Listen Bren, we're heading into a very unknown situation. I think it's best if you just stay in the car." She just glares at him. "Okay, then. You know, if you have to come in with me you just stay behind me." Same glare is situated on him. "Fine, just be careful, alright."

~BONES~

After finding out the Farid made another bomb and that it was out there, the couple was both on the cell phones trying to pinpoint the location of the bomber. Finally Angela found the location. Brennan looked at her husband and stated, "Peace Conference. Hamilton Cultural Center."

Booth nodded his head, still on his phone. "That's…"

Finishing the sentence for him, Brennan said, "That's it."

Booth's gut was yelling at him this was it. "That's gotta be it." Now talking on his phone he said, "Okay Gibson, just get your boys over to the Hamilton Cultural Center and just keep them back when you get there. You understand me? If you spook this guy he will blow himself up before we can take him out. Fine, bye."

Brennan gives Angela her thanks and hangs up. Booth looks at his wife and says concerned for her life, "You know, you don't have to come."

Brennan just gives him one look, "You have got to be kidding me."

~BONES~

As they made their way up to the top floor Brennan asks her husband, "If you see him will you shoot?"

Booth hates this part of his job so he tries to reason, "Well, he might not have the bomb."

Brennan looks at him sympathetically, "You don't believe that."

Booth really, really hates this part. "I'm not taking out a target Bren unless I'm sure."

Brennan grabs her husband's hand quickly and shortly but gives it a reassuring squeeze. After a failed attempt at first, Brennan is sure she spots Farid. " There! That's Farid."

Booth looks down to where his wife is pointing. His gun is ready to kill, but he really doesn't want to do this. "I'm not sure."

Brennan grabs his upper arm and reasons with him. "Look his walk is labored from the dioxin poisoning and the parietal bones in his skull match his picture."

Booth shakes his head. He knows his wife is the best, but even the best can be wrong sometimes and he doesn't want to risk this. "It's dexterous. What if you're wrong?"

Brennan squeezes his arm and looks straight into his eyes. "This is what I do Booth. Do you really want to wait? He's carrying something heavy in his camera bag, see the extra weight is causing his shoulder to…"

Booth shakes his head, even though his gun is raising a little bit higher by each second. "No, I can't!"

Brennan knows this is hard for him, but she knows this is their man. "He has all the markers, Booth."

Booth looks in her eyes for a brief second. "I need a face." He then looks back, "I need a face."

Brennan finally realizes that what he needs she can give him so she shouts out, "Farid!"

Farid turns around and looks straight up at them. Booth raises his gun and aims, while yelling, "On the ground!"However Farid reaches into his camera bag and starts to pull something out.

Brennan tells her husband almost frantically, "He's going for the bomb."

Booth aims once more and fires his weapon. The built lands itself straight into Farid's skull. A perfect kill shot. Agent Gibson comes over and opens Farid's hand to reveal the detonator and then he looks into the camera bag to reveal the bomb. Gibson looks up at Booth and nods his head, telling him they got the right guy.

~BONES~

After this long case the couple wound up at Wong Foo's again. Booth informs his wife of his news, "You know I told them to tell the press is was an undercover operation."

Brennan looked shocked at this. "But it would be a rose garden ceremony. That's an honor, right? I thought all of you FBI guys loved your medals?"

Booth looks down at his drink in front of him and shakes his head. "There's no pleasure in taking someone's life, babe. Nothing to celebrate."

Brennan smiles sadly at him. She reaches out and grabs his forearm and squeezes it gently. "You saved so many people, Booth. Don't forget that."

Booth looks up at his wife and smiles genuinely at her in thanks. "You want to get another drink?"

Brennan shakes her head and stands up. "No, not this time because see, I still have to show you what I got." With that Booth threw down a wad of cash that Sid could take and allows his wife to guide him out of their restaurant. God, he loved this woman.


You see that button at the bottom that says 'Review' please press it

Reviews get me up in the morning