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Sitting in the Diner with Harris, Booth looked around at the familiar surroundings. Wishing that Brennan was there sitting across from him instead of Harris, Booth sighed.

Noticing Booth's unhappiness, Harris turned his attention to his menu, "What the hell is scrapple?"

Puzzled, Booth asked, "Where do you see that on the menu?"

Tapping the menu card, Harris replied, "Under Breakfast. What is it, do you know?"

Smiling, Booth nodded his head, "I'm from Pennsylvania of course I know what it is."

Studying his own menu, Booth noticed a couple of other new items he'd never seen listed before.

Annoyed, Harris rapped the table in front of him, "Hey Boss, Booth, what's scrapple?"

Looking up, Booth sniggered, "It's made from the left over bits of the pig. My Dad used to say everything left over from the pig except the oink."

Scrunching his face, Booth's companion responded, "Pass. Who the hell eats that stuff?"

Laughing, Booth answered, "A lot of people eat that. Want me to order some so you can taste it?"

Shaking his head, Harris waved his hand, "Not even on a bet."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth turned his gaze to the window next to him and noticed Flynn across the street. "Harris, get up and move to another table. Flynn is across the street."

Sliding his chair back, Harris stood up and walked one table over and sat down again. Glaring at Booth, Harris shook his finger at him and then made a cutting motion across his neck.

Laughing, Booth motioned to Marge to come take his order. Watching Marge leave Booth's side and walk over to Harris' table, Flynn entered the Diner and walked towards Booth's table. Frowning at Harris, Flynn sighed and stopped at Booth's table. "Can I join you?"

Motioning to the chair, Booth replied, "Sure why not?"

Sitting, Flynn smiled at Booth, "So, would you like to hear about the Burley case?"

Puzzled, Booth asked, "Why not talk to me at work?"

Smirking, Flynn replied, "Because Hacker would have my ass if he knew I was talking to you about the Burley case."

Booth, noticing Charlie and Brian walk up to the table Harris was sitting at and sit down, turned his gaze back to Flynn, "Then why tell to me about it at all?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Flynn sighed, "Ok, this is the way it is, Booth. That crew you have working for you are a bunch of screw ups. You and I both know that you'll probably get your job back sooner or later and when you do I'm putting in for domestic terrorism. There is no way I want my career to rely upon that bunch of stooges you have working for you. I don't know how you get anything done; but, I'm tired of the smart ass remarks and the balking that entire crew gives me day after day. I've already told Cullen that as soon as this whole mess is resolved and you're back in charge of Major Crimes I want my transfer. If you don't get your job back I don't want the position. He can find someone else to ride herd on that bunch of cats."

Staring over Flynn's shoulder, Booth saw Harris hold up his middle finger and point it at Flynn. Flicking his eyes to the counter and then back at Flynn, Booth shook his head, "Those men and woman are not screw ups. They're very intelligent professionals who are used to a light reign when it comes to authority. Most of the time I let them do their job and keep my nose out of their business. They do their jobs well and their solve rates are high. You can't micro-manage people like that. They'll resent it and they won't give you their best work."

Snorting, Flynn responded, "You molly coddle your people Booth. That's the problem. They don't think they have to answer to anyone. If I didn't know for a fact that Cullen is just biding his time waiting to give you your job back I'd transfer everyone out of Major Crimes and bring in some real professionals. Still, that isn't going to happen. We both know that. Why don't you tell me where Dr. Brennan is? We'll bring her in and get all of this mess cleared up. You can get your job back and I can transfer out."

Angry, Booth replied, "I've told you more times than I care to think about, I don't know where Bones is. She left and I haven't seen her or the baby since. Get it through your head I do not know where she is."

Shaking his head, Flynn replied, "Bull. . . . You want to hear about the Burley case?"

Folding his arms across his chest, Booth glared Flynn, "Hell no. I was told to stay out of the case and that's what I'm doing."

Shaking his head again, Flynn replied, "Wow, you're a cold son-of-a-bitch. Your ex-girlfriend and her friend are dead and you don't care. Brrr Seeley . . . Ok, fine." Standing, Flynn smiled, "Have a nice lunch."

Ignoring everyone sitting at the various tables in the Diner, Flynn stalked by his agents and left the Diner.

Charlie, watching Flynn leave, stood up and took a few steps over to Booth's table. Sitting across from Booth, Booth and Charlie then watched Brian and Harris join them.

Pursing his lips, Charlie shook his finger at Booth, "I told you that you molly coddle your people too much Booth."

Snorting, Booth batted Charlie's finger away from his face. "If I ever get my job back, there are going to be a lot of serious changes made in Major Crimes. Everyone is going back to Quantico for a refresher course."

Rolling his eyes, Brian responded, "Why, we learned what we know from you? We'll just pick up bad habits when we come back again."

Marge, delivering Booth and Harris' food and drink, remarked, "Playing musical tables during rush hour is big no no, Agents." Seeing the embarrassed looks, Marge smiled, "What can I get you Agents Burns and Holtz?"

Placing their orders, Brian started talking without preamble, "I had Karl Kitchen's body sent to the Jeffersonian. Cam let me know that ID is confirmed and the victim is Karl; so, Hannah Burley was murdered about the same time as her camera man Karl Kitchen. That's a prelim. Cam still has to do the autopsy; but, once it's done she said she's pretty sure it will just confirm what we already know. Hannah and Karl were murdered at the same time. Her body was delivered at the Washington Post and Karl's body was dumped in Spotsylvania. If the killer is trying to leave us a message then it's over my head."

Rubbing the side of forehead, Booth shook his head, "I think the message was Hannah. Karl was dumped in a place that the killer hoped wouldn't be found. That's why he removed all of the identification. Does it look Karl was killed the same way as Hannah?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Brian answered, "No, Hannah was strangled. It looks like Karl was shot in the back of the head. Charlie and I think Hannah and Karl were sitting in the front seat of the car and the killer was in the back. He killed Karl and then grabbed Hannah and strangled her. He then pulled her body over the seats, stepped out of the car and used something like a bang stick to do what he did to Hannah. He them removed the bodies and disposed of them."

Curious, Booth asked, "Still nothing to tie the victims to Pelant?"

Shaking his head, Brian replied, "Nope not really."

Marge, delivering Charlie's and Brian's lunch, moved back to the counter. Harris watched Marge walk away and then stared out of the window, "Anyone want to ask Hodgins if he'd like to experiment with a bang stick on Flynn?"

Reaching over and snagging an onion ring from Harris's plate, Charlie replied, "Nah, Lester told me he heard someone toilet papered Flynn's house a couple of nights ago."

Looking at Charlie, Booth responded, "That's a childish thing to do."

Smirking, Harris replied, "Lester is still a kid. Give him time, he hasn't learned the fine arts of harassment yet."

Pointing at Harris, Booth shook his head, "You call Lester and you tell him for me . . . never mind, I'll talk to him myself."

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