AN: Okay guys, just a note for this chapter. Please remember that this series was started long before we met Booth's brother on the show, so I'm working off of what I had in previous stories of this series. I think that's it for the notes here. I hope you enjoy this chapter and we're getting closer to the end with some major information on the case.

"Honey, what are you doing down here," Max asked as he made his way down into the basement. Temperance looked up at her father and smiled.

"I'm just setting up the television to my computer for a conference with the Jeffersonian. Booth and Hodgins are in Las Vegas now and that…" Her face paled and turned red at the same time. Max didn't think something like that was actually possible. "Oh my god."

"Is there something wrong baby?"

"I'm hoping that nothing is wrong although I'm sure to find out once this link is set up." With her cheeks still flaming red, Brennan connected to the Jeffersonian as was greeted by Angela's cheerful face.

"Hey there sweetie, it's good to see you up and about today."

"Ange, the satellite link up from the equipment that Booth and Hodgins are using, when does that become active?"

"It's active now, why did you want to see what those two are up to?"

"When did it become active?" Angela looked at her friend for a moment and smirked.

"You look a little worried sweetie. Did you and Booth do something freaky with those glasses on?" Temperance didn't say a word, but went just a little bit paler. Angela threw back her head laughing while Max walked away in embarrassment. As happy as he was that everything was working out between his daughter and the FBI agent, he did not need details about their sex life.

"He's like Cary Grant in those glasses, right? You are so going to have to give me details later, but for now, we can see what torture Hodgins has set up for the two of them. My money is on a romp through the casinos. Jack is a whale after all."

"I don't know what that means."

"A whale…you know, a high roller? Someone who can lose a hundred thou on a bet and wave it off like it was nothing?"

"I'm hoping that they aren't out gambling actually." Angela pressed a couple of buttons on her end of the line and instantly they had a feed.

"Dude, it's not like we're in a bowling alley. Do you really have to pretend there's an air vent?"

"Hey, you play your way, and I'll play mine, okay? Besides, who has the higher score huh?"

"Hodgins, did Booth happen to tell you that he bowls a two forty five?" Brennan spoke just as Booth was releasing his virtual ball. The image on the screen showed it immediately went into the gutter, and Hodgins began to laugh.

"Hey, great timing Dr. B."

"Bones, couldn't you have waited until after I released the ball to speak?" The two men paused their video game and turned on the computer in their hotel room so they could look directly at Angela and Brennan.

"So when exactly are the two of you taking a foray into the world of porn?"

"We're meeting with those people this evening around six, so we have a few hours to kill before heading over," Booth said, taking off the glasses. It was too weird to see the screen and the screen at the same time.

"There's a professional makeup artist coming to gussy us up a bit before we go to the Adult entertainment expo."

"Yeah," Angela said with a smile, "And how exactly are you going to look?"

"Who knows? They haven't exactly shown us the prosthetics or anything."

"We'll be back on around six your time with the mass and voice recognition programs running."

"Okay. We'll expect you then."

"Booth," Brennan said just before the feed cut off, "Be careful, okay?"

"I will." He offered her a smile before the feed died off. With a sigh, she leaned back on the couch, turning her head only when her father sat next to her on the couch.

"You're worried about him?" She leaned her head on her father's shoulder and smiled.

"I think he'll be okay. I hate that I feel the urge to check up on him though. I trust him, but I just want to make sure, you know?"

"I know what you're saying honey. It's not like you check through his checkbook or bank accounts or anything. You know you can trust him, but it is a worry when you throw him in the middle of something he's fighting." Temperance glanced at her father, one eyebrow raised.

"How do you know what I'm worried about?"

"I saw him playing with the poker chip. Anyone who goes through a twelve step program has something. Alcoholics have beer caps, gamblers have poker chips." The two sat in silence for a moment before Brennan turned to her father again.

"Do you think you could take me to the Jeffersonian for the feed later this evening?"

"You know you're supposed to be on bed rest."

"I'll just stay put on Angela's couch. It's only been a few days, but I'm going stir crazy." Max shook his head and smiled at his daughter.

"Does your doctor know that limiting your movement is a bad idea?"

"I know that she's doing what she feels is safest for both myself and the baby, but honestly I'll be under less stress if I can work."

"Any work you do will be from a comfortable sitting position, but I suppose I can relent and take you to the museum." Brennan flashed a brilliant smile to her father.

"Thanks dad." He kissed the top of her head as he stood up.

"Anytime pumpkin."

XxXxX

"Hey dad, did you see this?" Jared Booth stepped into the family room where his son was watching television. He glanced once at the screen and frowned.

"Tucker, what are you watching?"

"G4 has live coverage of the Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas." Jared's eyebrows shot through the roof as he headed to the television to turn it off.

"And I would let an eleven year old watch this crap, why?" Jared reached for the television remote but paused at the information on the screen. There was a top ten list of celebrity sex tapes listed and the show hosts were nearing the top two.

"Surprisingly, the ever resilient Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson video did not make the top of the list. Instead it's the newcomers, Temperance Brennan and her law enforcement husband Seeley Booth that took the number one spot…" the show went on to proclaim. Jared stared in shock at the screen as a brief clip showed on the television, with appropriate censor strips in place.

"Well fuck."

"Dude, Uncle Seeley's so cool," Tucker said before his father turned on him.

"You have five seconds to get to your room, and if I find out that you have this trash on in there you are in some serious trouble, you got that?" Tucker nodded and raced up the stairs. Jared turned off the television set and shook his head. Jesus what had his brother gotten himself into now? Please don't let mom and dad see anything about this. That would just make everything oh so peachy all around.

XxXxX

"Okay Agent Booth, you're all set," the makeup artist said as she moved back from Booth. She had a smile on her face as she slipped the glasses onto his face and held up a mirror. Booth looked at himself for a minute. His hair was colored a dark blond, something that seemed odd to him because of his normally dark brown hair, and the color contacts in his eyes made them a hazel color. His jawbone looked much more square and his cheekbones less prominent. The only thing that seemed to remain him was his skin tone, which seemed to clash horribly with the blond hair.

"Are you serious? This is how I look?" He made a face, which seemed odd as he continued to look in the mirror because it was like staring into a stranger's face. Even his hair, minus the product was curling tightly to his head. Jack came into the room and started to laugh.

"Dude, you are so going to fit in there. You look like one of those goons that would be in a porno."

"Yeah, thanks for that Skippy. That makes me feel so much better about the look." Booth set down the mirror and stood up as the makeup artist packed up to leave. Booth smoothed down his shirt and pulled on his shoulder harness.

"Hey, I'm just saying you'll fit in there."

"And why the hell do I have to wear these tight ass leather pants? I'm supposed to be security for you, not some plaything.

"You should be glad you can get away with them. We went over this before right? I'm a flashy high roller and you're the equally flashy bodyguard. Flashy equals leather pants."

"No it doesn't, and if it did, you'd be wearing them too." Booth pulled on a long leather coat to go with the ensemble, grumbling the entire time. At least the coat was cool, but honestly, who would be intimidated by a blond in leather pants and a duster?

"Yeah, well I'll go with the bright colors and you go with the bad-ass look. It works for you man, although maybe I should wear the glasses. They kind of detract from the bad-ass look."

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear you say that. You know what this is like? This is like I'm some egghead who's trying way too hard to be cool, like in my off time I should be wearing tan suits and bow ties."

"Eh, it's only for a little while. So go over what's supposed to happen again? Do we take them out after the money is exchanged?"

"Yes, once the money is exchanged then we can arrest the bastards for taking money for a professional hit."

"Just wondering, but what if they don't want to take the money up front?"

"Why the hell wouldn't they?" Hodgins shrugged.

"Who knows why people do anything they do? I'm just saying that we have to have all of our bases covered."

"They'll take the money, I'm sure of it."

"Okay, then let's go do this thing."

XxXxX

"Hey, what's with the powwow in Angela's office," Sweets said as he stepped into the packed space. He noted with mild surprise that Brennan was on the couch, looking nervous while the rest of the group seemed somewhat jovial by comparison.

"We're here to watch the live feed from Vegas. Hodgins and Booth are getting ready to meet with the people connected to that porn company," Angela informed the therapist as he sat on the arm of a chair.

"Well on that, I have some information regarding the murderers." Brennan looked at him from her place on the couch, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

"What information do you have that we didn't have before?"

"I have a program that I can use to run information on serial murders. Basically what the program does is calibrate the most likely area that a murderer lives. Serial murderers always pick victims from areas close to where they live and areas that are familiar to them."

"That doesn't make sense though. Rebecca was murdered in California, while the rest of the victims were murdered along the East Coast."

"Exactly, but weren't you the one to say that something was different about Rebecca's murder than the rest?"

"Yes."

"Well I factored that in. At first, the program wasn't giving any beneficial results, but then it occurred to me what was wrong. The killers most likely didn't plan to kill Rebecca. They were on vacation. See, if they do this for money, then there was no reason to do it. No one asked them to, so they were planning to just take her to her destination and that's it. I think that somewhere along the line, they changed their mind which is also why you don't see their faces in that particular video as well."

"So they murdered the girl for shits and giggles," Angela asked, mildly disgusted.

"Yes. When her murder is removed from the program, we get a central location to all murders as being Richmond, Virginia."

"So these people are relatively local then," Cam said.

"Yes, and that's why Beth was flown out here from California. They operate on the East Coast."

"Okay, I'm sure this is all information that Booth and Hodgins can use, so let's link up with them now and make sure they have all the facts before the meeting."