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Booth sat down and heard them talking animatedly, and saw them waving their hands as they spoke. They came back and sat on either side of Booth.

"We have an idea," Angela told him

"You may not like this, but you can observe the bar without becoming part of the Bandidos," Brennan told him. Booth looked up in interest.

"You can be travelers just passing through stopping to get a drink. As long as you don't act like cops or look like cops you can just order some drinks and look around," Angela continued.

"You want to go into a biker bar with one of the most notorious biker gangs in North America? No not happening," Booth argued.

"Come on Booth we can take other people if it would make you feel better," Brennan wheedled.

"Explain," Booth said with a sigh.

"Well we can have my bike brought here. You and I on that then have a few more people go with us. Go in and observe, no interaction," she stated.

"Who would you take?" Angela looked at Booth.

"Two options, you can take some of my dad's friends or you can take some of Brennan's friends from the Rolling Thunder riders," Angela told him. Booth sat back and thought for a minute.

"Make the call," he said slowly. She nodded and went to the other room and made the necessary phone calls.

"I'll let my dad know. You know he'll want to go," Angela told him. Brennan nodded she set her phone down and walked to the kitchenette to get more coffee. Her phone rang on the table. Booth picked up and answered her phone, holding it out to her he said,

"Craig?" She took the phone and said.

"Hey Craig, I need a favor. It might be fun for you." She quickly explained the situation. Then she said.

"Okay yeah mine is winterized and needs to be gotten out of storage. Yeah the key is in my apartment. I'll take care of that. Yeah that's fine Jeanie can drive my bike. Okay we will see you in four hours or so. I'll email you the hotel we are at." She hung up her phone looked at Booth.

"They'll be here in four hours," she said confidently.

"Four hours seriously?" She nodded.

"I'm having them and their bikes flown in," she told him and they heard O'Brien whistle. Booth looked at the agents and said.

"We are doing recon today and I'm going to have everything in place for tomorrow. The squints are going to do their lab thing." At lunch, the agents were back at the conference center where lunch was being provided for the agents. He set the pictures in front of Brennan and sat down next to her. They were discussing the ride when Michael sat down in front of Brennan.

"Booth it is only because of your need to keep you alpha-male stature that I am letting you drive," she told him.

"How are you planning on staying on? There is no back on that thing," he pointed out.

"They are called sissy bars, not a back and I know how to ride bitch," she sassed him and Booth laughed.

"You don't understand modern metaphors but you know what riding bitch is and what a sissy bar is?"

"I spent a year traveling with that particular sub culture. You learn things," she told him with a laugh. Michael opened his mouth to ask and Brennan turned to him.

"It is a federal investigation. This is none of your affair," she said coldly. Turning back to Booth, she asked him about where they would be putting spotters in a near whisper. He handed her the pictures and began pointing to several places. She looked them over, picked up the wax pencil, and marked another few spots.

"Tempe we really need to talk. We never talked about what happened in that court room," Michael said gently. Brennan felt a hand on her thigh it squeezed gently. She took a breath and glared at Michael.

"There is nothing to say. We had an intense sexual relationship and we had a scientific debate, that is it," she said in a clinical tone.

"Tempe we meant more than that and you know it. I know how you feel about love and monogamy. We can work through that. By the way I see your team here where is Dr. Addy?"

"That was over two years ago, you know nothing about who I am today," she snarled her face going pale at the mention of Zach's name.

"People do not change that much Tempe," he argued.

"People do change every day. I have evolved and I do not want to be your friend, your colleague or your anything else. I am asking politely for you to leave. I know what is going on Hacker is trying to break Booth and me up and I do not like the way he is doing it," she said indignantly. Booth's eyes narrowed in anger at the last comment.

"Are you serious? You're with him he's an idiot. I would have thought you would go after Dr. Addy of course the fact that he was a cannibal," Michael smirked out. The people at the table gasped and got to their feet. Brennan growled and stood up leaning over the table into his face while clenching her teeth in anger.

"Leave Michael. I will deal with Hacker, just leave you have worn out your welcome. You destroyed any type of relationship we may have had. Disavowing my evidence I can accept that is what you were suppose to do. You garbaged me personally that was completely unacceptable. I do my job and I do it well. Actually, I do the definition of my job better than you do. The reason you did not get the job of Jeffersonian was because I was better. It just shows how little you know about me if you thought you could mention Zach and not hurt me," she said angrily tears in her eyes.

"Trashed Bones, he trashed you." Booth corrected. Michaels face went white.

"Do yourself a favor and leave now," Cam growled everyone's eyes shooting wide at her anger.

"You Dr. Stires have been asked to leave. Do so or I will call security to have them escort you out," Booth told him with a jaw clenched.

Michael crossed his arms in defiance; Booth stood up and strode over to him. Snatching him up by the back of his shirt, he hauled the struggling Dr. Stires to the entrance of the convention center. They had gained a large audience, one of the agents opened the door and Booth unceremoniously threw him bodily out the door.

He walked back to the lunch area and sat down. Brennan leaned her head on Booth's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They sat there together the pain of Zach's name reaching deep into each of them. All of a sudden, there was a low rumble approaching the conference hall. Brennan shot up and moved swiftly toward the door. Everyone there followed her wondering about the sound.

Brennan practically ran and Booth jogged to keep up with her. Eight motorcycles had pulled up in front of the conference center. One stopped and a young man got off and pulled of his helmet. Brennan broke out into a run; he swung her up in a hug.

"Craig!"

"Tempe!" He squeezed her tight. Booth stood back until she was ready to introduce him. O'Brien approached the bikes. He walked up to Brennan's bike and Jeanie put her foot down.

"Please step away from the bike buddy. Tempe will kick your ass if you touch her bike," Jeanie said politely as possible. O'Brien just laughed until he realized the woman was serious. Booth walked up and walked around the bike whistling. Jeanie smiled at him, giving him a wink she said.

"Like what you see big boy?"

"Yep it's a very nice bike," he said with his Booth charm smile. He stood up and walked off.

"Did you bring everything Craig?"

"Are you sure you wanted that top Tempe? It seems well small for you. You're more of a total coverage for protection," he asked in curiosity."I told you it's under cover," she laughed at him.

"Bones how small?" She grinned over her shoulder at Booth. Putting on her Roxie accent, she strolled over to Booth. Stroking her finger around his ear, she said,

"Awww come awn Tony I wanna wear it. Does it matter how small?" Booth groaned and began naming the states backwards out loud. She burst into laughter and turned back around. She told them that she had made reservations for them at the same hotel and to go check in and she'd meet up with them at dinner.

Angela burst into laughter at Booth and Brennan; she knew the Tony and Roxie story. As the bikers left, Brennan and Booth went back to the lab. She walked into the room and glanced over the remains laid out. Moving up and down she moved a few bones but was mostly pleased.

"So we got the Swiss cheese people put back together again?" One of the technicians asked.

"I do not like those terms for remains, nor do I like soaker or crispy critter they are not appropriate."

"They are dead what do they care." Booth looked at Brennan she stared at him for a minute and he gave her an it's up to you shrug. She looked at the technician and then began to speak.

"I am going to cross my two of my degrees to explain this. We all share in the death of every human being. Very literally, we share D.N.A as a human with every other human. When I look at a bone it is not an artifact or just a piece of evidence it is a part of a person. That person got here the same way that you and I did. You should never take a life for granted no matter who it is or how they died."

"Once again Nobel worthy Bones," Booth teased her. She glared at him and he gave her a grin. She led the technicians through the steps of identifying the remains and looking at the skeleton for other factors that could help. They were looking at the remains when they heard.

"KING OF THE LAB BABY!"

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