I'd like to reiterate: Bones isn't mine!

Also mention that all the info that I have on George Washington University and Hospital is from its website (and my limited time in DC). I use actual buildings, streets and locations whenever possible—But it's fiction people: I have completely fictionalized the characters and added offices where I saw fit. I don't know the President of the University and his name/image/person is not being used even slightly!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Pulling up to George Washington University Medical Hospital Gibbs found a parking spot quickly.

"Usually 23rd Street is full. Impressive that we found a spot so close to the hospital," Brennan observed.

"The Boss has a nose for parking spots…" DiNozzo said getting out of the car. He looked back at the beautiful Dr. Brennan and sighed, and opened the back door, "I mean he always seems to find a spot, Doc."

"Ah, thank you," Brennan smiled slightly, "Usually Booth is the only one who will explain what people are saying." They started crossing the street, following Gibbs and Booth who were almost in the doors of the hospital. Booth turned to see where Brennan was.

DiNozzo smiled, "I'm used to it. Ziva has trouble with American phrases and idioms." They made it across the street under Booth's watchful gaze, "And call me Tony, Doc. We might be working together on this awhile."

Booth was holding the door for the pair as they walked past. He heard Brennan answer, "Call me Temperance, then… Tony."

Booth ground his teeth together and then heard Gibbs bellow, "Where are you guys?"

The trio sped up to catch up with Gibbs.

"Let's find the head of this place."

They entered a waiting room on the top floor. The secretary looked up them, "Can I help you?"

"Agent Gibbs, NCIS," Gibbs answered, pulling out his badge. The secretary frowned.

"Special Agent Booth, FBI," Booth added smiling his "charm" smile that seemed to work on any woman from 18 to 100.

The secretary was no exception, "What can I do for you?"

"Is the president in?" Gibbs asked, frustrated.

"I'll see…" The secretary stood and opened the office door and closed it behind her. The government agents and the doctor heard a muffled conversation. The secretary returned.

"Dr. Hill can see you."

"So good of him," DiNozzo mumbled.

The group walked into the office and was introduced to Dr. John Hill.

Dr. Hill stayed at his desk but waved a hand toward the chairs, "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I could have Melinda bring in another chair…"

"I can stand," DiNozzo said, indicating a chair, "Temperance?"

Brennan sat, as did Booth and Gibbs. Tony stood behind Dr. Brennan's chair, with his hand lightly placed on the chair.

"We're looking into a homicide and several of your students were mentioned…" Gibbs pretended to read from his notebook, "A Roger Kinsley and a Margarite Sawyers. I was hoping we could see their files?"

Dr. Hill frowned slightly, "A homicide? Well, that shouldn't be a problem," He motioned for his secretary to go, "Sawyers, you say? I wonder if that's Dr. Sawyers' daughter… Dr. Sawyers is the head of School of Medicine and Applied Health Sciences."

"Yes, that would be correct from our information," Dr. Brennan supplied.

Dr. Hill looked at her for the first time since being introduced, "I say! You're that author, aren't you? Well, this is an honor! The head of my English department is going to be mighty jealous of me--"

Booth interrupted, "Sir, we're discussing a homicide."

"Yes, yes, of course!" The secretary had walked back in with papers in her hand and went to hand them to Booth when Gibbs snatched them.

"Thanks," Booth smiled at the secretary.

"Anything else you can tell us about these students?" Gibbs asks the President.

"Honestly I don't know anything about those students. We have a great deal of students here…"

"What about Dr. Sawyers? What can you tell us about him?" Booth slips back into the conversation.

"James is a wonderful professor. He's also currently one of the editors of the Journal of Internal Medicine."

"Where would his office be?"

"His office is right down the hall. Office 303. You might be able to catch up with him before his next class… If you're interested in talking to him. He should be there for about another half hour."

"I was thinking that might appropriate. Thank you for your time, Dr. Hill," Gibbs said standing. Booth also stood and added his thanks.

Tony muttered, "Can't tell where one starts and the other ends, can ya Temper?"

Brennan laughed lightly, "Nice to meet you Dr. Hill."

"If you would ever like to teach a class here or guest lecture, Dr. Brennan, please feel free to give me a call," Dr. Hill gushed, handing her his card.

Brennan took it and nodded and walked out with Tony at her back. It felt strange not to have Booth at her back but not bad. Not bad at all…

They walked down the hall to office 303. The door proclaimed it to the correct choice and they knocked.

"Come in!" they heard a man holler from inside.

The man that had bade them enter turned out to be a 20 something sitting behind a desk. He looked up and smiled when he saw the the group enter, "Can I help you?"

"NCIS," Gibbs stated, whipping out his badge, "We're looking for Dr. Sawyer."

The young man blanched but answered, "Let me get him for you."

He pushed his chair back form the table and it was then that the group realized that he was in a wheelchair. He went over to the door behind him and rapped on it, gently, then opened the door. He went in and closed the door behind him.

"So, Temper when do you find time to work on these books of yours?" Tony crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

Brennan looked back at him and smiled, "In my spare time. It really is only a hobby."

"That's a pretty lucrative hobby, Bones…" Booth smirked.

"Probie tells us that it's a hobby too… And he used to tell use they were complete works of fiction."

"Probie?" Brennan and Booth ask at the same time.

"Agent McGee—He's better known as Tom E. Gemcity."

"I read his last book! That's the one you gave me for Christmas, right Bones?"

"Yes. I didn't realize that he would be so young. His story was very well written."

"Hope you don't tell him that. His head'll get so big he'll never fit in the building again…" Tony mumbled.

The young man came back out and left the door open, "Please."

The group walked in and met the tall man who had stood to shake hands. Everyone was introduced.

"Dr. Hill thought you might have a moment to talk to us."

"As much time as you need Agents, Doctor. What is this regarding?"

"Your daughter's fiancé was found dead today."

"My daughter called me when you left her apartment. She was upset."

Gibbs ignored the feelings talk, "How well did you know Aaron?"

"He was my daughter's fiancé. He was in the Navy. I knew him better than most of my students but I'm sure I didn't know everything about him."

"It would be impossible to know everything about him," Brennan piped in.

"True, Doctor. However, I meant that we didn't travel in the same social circles. I probably would never have met him if he hadn't been with my daughter."

"How about her ex? Roger Kinsley? More your cup of tea?" Booth asked.

"I don't mean that I didn't like and respect Aaron… Roger and Marg have known each other for years. They went to high school together. I liked Roger but it wasn't my choice it was hers."

"Where were you today between 8am and noon?" Tony asked, feeling that he'd been quiet long enough.

"I was teaching a class at 8am. It went until 10am. Then I came to my office and started grading papers until I went to lunch at 12:30pm," Dr. Sawyer answered, "Now, unless you have more questions I'd like to get back to these papers until my staff meeting in an hour."

"Don't leave town, Doc," Booth added after everyone had said their goodbyes.

"In the middle of a semester? Never."

The car ride back was uneventful and quiet. Gibbs did drove with the speed and the skill of a race car driver. Booth was sitting next to him and Tony was in the back with Brennan.

Tony put a bracing arm on the seat between him and Dr. Brennan. He saw the FBI agents eyes flick to the rear view mirror often, checking to see what was going on.

Temperance Brennan was oblivious of these things as she was looking out the window. The next turn took her unaware and she ended up in Tony DiNozzo's arms.

"Sorry about that Tony! I was day dreaming! Are you okay?" She blushed and noticed that the car was pulling into the Navy Yard again.

"No problem Temper," Tony muttered as they pulled into the NCIS garage and parked.

Booth got out of the car before it was even fully stopped and opened Brennan's door, "I'm sure Tony will be fine, Bones. I'm sure worse things have happened to him."

Brennan looked up at Booth as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She had another confused scrunch to her face, "Booth! It's not like he policed a feel or anything!" She slapped his offered hand away and stepped out of the car.

"Copped, Temper, the word is 'copped.'"

She looked over at Tony as he got himself out of the car, "Thank you Tony but why do you keep calling me Temper?"

"Well, Temperance is quite a mouth full, isn't it? You seem like you would be the kind of woman who has a temper when pushed so I just shortened it. Is that a problem?"

"No. If I let Booth call me Bones I can let you call me Temper…"

Tony grinned, "Are you guys coming in? Or headed home?"

"We'll go catch dinner then we'll head over to the lab," Booth answered for her pushing her toward his car.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking myself…." Tony heard her telling her partner.

"Boy does that guy have it bad!" Tony thought to himself.

Ok, I feel completely TERRIBLE that it's taken me this long to finish this chapter! I was helping organize and throw a benefit to support a shelter for abused women and children. So I was thinking I might be forgiven as my time was given to a very good cause! I hope you're enjoying the story so far and I'll TRY to get another chapter up this weekend!

Thanks for reading!