"I need you to look in the database and see if you can come up with anything similar. I'm fairly certain I've seen this scenario before." Noor looked up from her telephone call as Brennan and Booth emerged from the bedroom. A frown marred her face for a second before she masked it with indifference once more. "Of course I can hold."

"Have you had breakfast," Booth asked her as she fiddled with her pen. She nodded her head before turning her gaze on Brennan.

"That shirt is a bit juvenile, isn't it?" Temperance looked down once at the shirt and shrugged.

"I'm borrowing it from Booth," she said as she picked up her own shirt. Noor opened her mouth to make a comment, but quickly closed it and wrote down some information on a pad of paper in front of her.

"Yes, thank you, I owe you one." She flipped her cell phone shut and looked up at the pair.

"I looked over your file and have put together a profile of your rapist." Booth and Brennan both turned toward Noor with looks of incredulity on their faces.

"Noor, you were told not to interfere on this case," Booth said, trying to keep himself calm. Now would not be the time to explode. The same couldn't be said of Brennan.

"You aren't authorized to work on this case!"

"And I told you that I have the certifications to provide assistance."

"We have experts working with us from Washington DC, including someone who can provide criminal profiles. You had no right to look through that file. You're compromising the case! When this goes to court, it could be thrown out because of your interference."

"My assistance will not cause a problem."

"Noor, yes it will," Booth said, his jaw clenching reflexively. He'd tried to put up with her childish streak and not cause any waves. "The situation was already complicated enough. Do you have any idea how bad it's going to look when the defense brings up the fact that I was pulled from the case and then put back on it due to mitigating circumstances? They'll show me to be incompetent for not keeping a confidential file that way."

"It's not your fault she got herself thrown in jail."

"She's my partner, and I look out for her. You were the one to get me pulled from the case initially."

"I told you why I asked for you specifically."

"What you say and what your ultimate purpose is are two different things," Temperance said, crossing her arms. "The only thing I've seen you try to do is to start up a relationship with Booth. You asked for him specifically because you have a past with him, not because he's better at providing security. If you need protection, it's up to the State Department to provide it, not the FBI."

"Oh, this coming from the woman who turned him down and then slept with him at the first opportunity."

"My relationship with Booth is of no concern to you."

"It is when he's on duty providing my security. How was it you put it? He's always on duty? It wasn't okay when I was expressing interest, but now that you've gone and slept with him it's suddenly okay? You are a hypocrite. At least I've always been honest about my intentions." Brennan moved across the room, and before Noor or Booth could react, the anthropologist slugged the diplomat.

"Bones!" She looked over at Booth, the anger evident on her face. Noor held her own hand over her cheek in shock. As he stepped up to Brennan and maneuvered her away from Noor, he looked at the younger woman. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"I am not going to let her insult me like that Seeley."

"Spite doesn't suit you at all. You listen to me. You are going to sit on that couch until we are ready to go. Then we are going to the FBI field office where someone else will be assigned to you. This has gone far enough and if you're going to blatantly disregard orders, then I can't have you around."

"You can't do that! I have to be at a symposium on peace at the Museum of Man in Balboa Park in two hours. I can't be late to that."

"Funny thought you talking about peace," Brennan said under her breath as Booth gave her an admonishing look. She sighed and left the room to get ready for the day, leaving Booth to face Noor alone.

"Look, we'll get you to your damn symposium, but after that, I'm pulling myself from your security. This ends now."

"You sleep with her in desperation and then become mad at me?" Booth looked at her and let out a wry laugh.

"Sleeping with you would have been in desperation, not with Temperance. Be ready to go in an hour, and don't you dare touch that file again." Booth strode over to the coffee table and picked up the case file, carrying it back to his room as Noor remained unmoving and shocked at his comment.

XxXxX

The short drive to Balboa Park was done in silence, as was the walk to the museum. Temperance for one was glad for the peaceful atmosphere of the cultural park as people strolled down El Prado, and various street performers attracted small audiences. Lush gardens lined the walk in between the Spanish Renaissance style buildings. The soothing atmosphere allowed for a nice break in the tension, and she could feel herself relaxing a little after the tense morning. As the trio reached the museum, Brennan's phone rang, sounding garishly loud in the peacefulness of the walk.

"Brennan," she answered, not checking the caller id.

"Sweetie, do you want to tell me why in the hell I had to hear on the news this morning that you were arrested?"

"I was only allowed one phone call and needed to get some legal representation."

"What?"

"I called Caroline."

"Why did you get arrested in the first place? Did it have something to do with your date?" Brennan sighed as they made the turn into the Museum of Man, its sculpted walls looming high above them. As they entered the hall, Booth pointed to a side wall.

"You two stay there. I have a phone call to make." He walked off to an alcove and pulled out his phone. Brennan watched him and then looked over at Noor warily. She did not want to have to be alone with the rather childish diplomat.

"Yes Angela, it had something to do with my date. Look, I'll talk to you about it later, I promise, but for now I can't talk."

"Well you'd better have some serious explaining ready because Cam's on the warpath. She's been on the phone all day with reporters assuring them that we weren't harboring any criminals."

"Look, I'll link up later via satellite and explain everything then."

"You'd better Sweetie. Talk to you then."

"You too. Bye Ange." Brennan snapped her phone shut and glanced over at Booth. Whoever he was talking to had him very clearly agitated. He was gesturing wildly, but managed to keep his voice down as more delegates for the symposium arrived. Temperance spared a glance for Noor, who was now engaged in conversation with a man in a cowboy hat. Resigned to the fact that she was going to just have to wait for Booth to get back, Brennan began to look around the museum's main hall. In the center of the room were several Mayan artifacts with placards explaining their importance. As the room divided from there into three separate chambers, stairs led to the second story and an exhibit on human evolution while the other led to an exhibit on the lives and rituals of Native Panamanians. Intrigued, Brennan headed for the exhibit, gesturing to Booth that she was going to take a look. With a look of frustration, he nodded and continued with his phone call.

"Dr. Brennan? Well as I live and breathe! I never expected to see such a renowned anthropologist here in our museum." Brennan looked at the man who was practically hopping with excitement.

"I was in town, and am here with a colleague. I'm sorry, but you haven't given your name."

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm Dr. Tomas Svoboda, curator of this museum. I just sent a request to have your institution authenticate some remains discovered near our 'Old Town'."

"I'm sure we'd be quite willing to help with that authentication Dr. Svoboda." Temperance looked up over the man's head to the second level of the museum. A man was standing off in the shadows, but his stance suggested that he was tense and carrying something heavy.

"We're planning an exhibit in conjunction with the Natural History Museum on San Diego History. These remains are important as we've no idea as of yet whether they are those of native inhabitants or the Spanish who settled the area."

"I'll talk to my boss and see if I can stay a few days to assist with the authentication so the remains won't be compromised during transport if you'd like." She frowned and watched as the man in the shadows turned. There was something odd about what he was carrying.

"You would do that? Dr. Brennan, I'm honored, really." She offered the curator a distracted nod and smile, then gasped as she finally recognized what the man on the second floor was holding. She pushed past the curator, not stopping to apologize as she ran straight for Noor.

"Booth!" When he turned, he saw her slam into Noor and heard the distinct sound of a gun firing. It took him only a moment to spot the perpetrator as he whipped out his own gun and fired, hitting the man in the head. Screams filled the halls of the museum and people ducked down, hiding behind walls and display cases to be out of the line of fire.

Booth dropped his arm to his side and sucked in a breath. He could hear Cullen over the line, but couldn't make out what his boss was saying. Snapping his phone shut, he turned to look at Noor and Bones. Noor was lying on the ground, her hand to the back of her head and wincing. Brennan however wasn't moving.

"Bones, you okay," Booth asked, fear tingeing his voice as he moved over to the women. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the spreading crimson stain blossoming through her shirt.