Booth reached out and opened the door to the diner, allowing Temperance and Harding to walk past him inside, Temperance glanced to Booth and he nodded to their table in the back where Angela and Hodgins were already sitting and eating their lunch. Booth made a quick stop at the counter and made their orders, the three of them stepped up to the table and Angela looked up and grinned at her friend.

"Hey, Ange." Temperance said, sitting beside her friend as Booth sat next to Hodgins, leaving Harding to stand for a moment. "Booth. Let Harding sit…"

"He's a big boy, he can get his own chair." Booth said, noting Temperance's glare, he stood up and motioned toward the chair, grumbling a bit as he watched the smarmy grin on Harding's face as he sat down.

"Woah…" Hodgins laughed. "You were schooled by your own girlfriend, man." He laughed.

"Shut up, Hodgins." Booth said, grabbing a chair from the next table over, he pulled it up to the table and sat down, noting the tight smile on Temperance's lips as he shook his head and smiled. "I think that you're having a little too much fun with this, Bones."

"Too much fun with what?" Angela asked, glancing to her friend.

"She fired me." Booth replied, obviously amused with the situation as Harding scoffed.

"Tell her why she fired you." He said, nodding toward Angela. "Tell her why you got fired."

"Oh, shut up… you're just jealous."

"Jealous? I'm not jealous…"

"That's why you spent the entire ride over here playing with the different gadgets in the truck."

"What gadgets? What truck?" Angela said.

"Just give them a second." Temperance replied. "They have to do this Alpha male pissing contest every few minutes or else they'll…"

"Are you done?" Booth asked, interrupting her explanation, she simply smiled.

"Tell Angela and Hodgins why I fired you." Temperance said softly, nodding toward their two friends, looking up as their food was delivered to the table, and brought Angela and Hodgins their dessert.

"Well, she didn't actually fire me… I more or less quit, but that's besides the point." He said as he thanked the waitress. "I got a new job." He said, pulling the badge from his pocket, he dropped it on the table.

"Whoa… man in black!" Hodgins said as he nodded his head, lifting the badge up. "Secret Service… awesome… Protector of the dark forces that lead our country into war and economic decline." Hodgins nodded with a grin. "Very cool."

"Not exactly." Booth replied, pointing at the badge, he swatted Temperance's hand as she reached for another fry on his plate.

"Jeffersonian Institute Liaison?" Angela asked, looking to Booth, taking the badge from Hodgins. "Does that mean we're not working with the FBI?" She asked, glancing to Harding.

"No." Harding replied. "It means he's going to be a pain in my ass for every single case. That's all it means." He teased.

"I thought the Secret Service were for diplomats and the President and his family." Angela replied, handing the badge back to Booth.

"Yeah, well…" He said, pocketing the badge he glanced to his plate and noticed that half of his fries were missing. "Geez, Bones… you ate half of my fries."

"They're bad for you." She said, reaching for another one, she watched his faux glare. "And they're getting cold. You talk a lot."

Booth sighed and laughed a little, watching as she began to devour her salad, though her eyes would drop to his plate now and then. "With some of the recent developments concerning corruption in many of the agencies, patent issues… security clearances and such, the President was concerned about the safety of the Jeffersonian's Forensics lab. Apparently there are going to be some pretty sensitive cases coming up, and there have been some pretty sensitive cases in the past… making the technology and the brains… not to mention the tools that we use on a daily basis, a matter of national security. So… you guys go out into the field… I'm there… Bones goes out into the field…"

"He's there." Harding rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut up… you don't even know how to secure a crime scene for her." Booth teased, taking a bite from his sandwich.

"Yeah well… you got fired today." Harding shrugged.

"He wasn't technically fired." Temperance replied. "Cam reassigned him. So he doesn't work for the Jeffersonian, he is just our protection." She explained.

"I really don't get it though… why Secret Service?" Angela asked.

"He just wants a good excuse to go through your trash and have you arrested on things you didn't do." Harding said to Hodgins, whose eyes widened in surprise, and he coughed a bit on his bite of food.

"Nicely played, Ace!" Booth nodded with a laugh.

"Thanks." He said, laughing as Hodgins scoffed and shook his head.

"You can Google Secret Service, Angela… it explains about how the President assigns special agents on different assignments, there's a lot of information out there."

"Don't worry about it, I'll explain it to her later… Pregnancy has made her a little bit loopy." Hodgins laughed, taking her glare in stride, he decided to change the subject, turning to Booth. "I knew you wouldn't last as a squint, man." Hodgins laughed.

"And take all the squinty fun away from you and the interns? No way." Booth laughed. "But I will tell you…" He said, glancing to Temperance, he noticed she was poking her fork at Angela's half eaten dessert. "Bones, what are you doing?" He asked, watching her shove a forkful into her mouth, she gave him a glance and he nodded toward her as she shoved her fork back into the food on Angela's plate.

"She was done." Temperance replied, glancing to Angela. "You were done, right?" She asked.

"Uh… yeah." Angela nodded, giving Booth a knowing look with a bit of a sigh.

"Why?" She said, taking another forkful, she shoved it into her mouth.

"You don't like pie, Bones…"

"This isn't…" She glanced to Angela, and then to the plate. "Hm… it's surprisingly good." She said with a shrug, completely missing the exchange of glance between Booth and Angela. "I'll be right back." She said, clearing her throat a little, she stood up and excused herself, walking quickly toward the bathroom.

Everyone at the table remained quiet until Temperance disappeared behind the bathroom door, and the awkwardness of the moment only increased tenfold. "Booth." Angela finally spoke up.

"Yes?"

"You need to get her to a doctor."

"I understand."

"Soon."

"I am following you." He said with a nod.

"I'm not." Hodgins replied.

"Me neither… I'm completely lost." Harding replied.

"She doesn't know?" Angela asked.

"As far as I can tell, no."

"This is not good."

"I am actually quite ecstatic. I've been dying to tell someone about it." Booth said with a slight smile.

"Ecstatic about what?" Hodgins asked. "You guys aren't even saying anything."

"What are you two talking about?" Harding asked, as they all looked up to see Temperance returning to the table.

She sat down and looked around at the two confused men, and Angela and Booth, who appeared to have been in the middle of a conversation, and she looked around the table. "Did I miss anything?"

"No." Angela said with a smile, as she slipped on a comforting smile. "I was just telling Booth that he has to be careful out there… he has Antonia to think about."

"That was a concern of mine as well." Temperance replied as she nonchalantly took another bite of pie. "But we got it all straightened out, right? Everything is going to be just fine, as long as nothing unexpected pops up." She said as Booth nodded, avoiding eye contact with Angela, as they continued their lunch, willing the awkwardness to melt away.