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The rest of the week was fairly quiet. A few things came up, but since Booth was going on vacation with Brennan on Saturday, Cullen didn't assign any new cases to Booth's team. Booth took advantage of this by catching up on all of his paper work. On Friday, Booth decided to go by the Jeffersonian and see if Brennan wanted to go to lunch with him. She had been eating lunch at work for the last few days so she could catch up on all of her paper work too. They both wanted nothing to interfer with their upcoming vacation.

After he arrived at the Lab, Booth looked over at the platform and saw Hodgins working on something on one of the tables. Waving, Booth kept walking to Brennan's office. Hodgins, seeing Booth, left the platform and jogged after Booth. "Hey, Booth." Hodgins called out quite loudly.

Not sure what the man wanted, Booth stopped, turned around and waited for Hodgins to catch up with him.

As he drew near, Hodgins smiled at the agent. "Thanks man."

Puzzled, Booth shook his head. "For what?"

Happy that things had worked out after all, Hodgins smiled. "Agent Harris called me and apologized for being an asshole. I'm pretty sure you had something to do with that. Thanks man."

Since he didn't want a war between the FBI and the Jeffersonian, Booth had talked Harris into calling Hodgins after Cullen had called Harris to his office and dressed him down for expecting miracles from the squints. "I don't know what you mean, Hodgins."

Punching Booth on the shoulder, Hodgins winked at Booth. "That's okay . . . I do." Walking away, Hodgins headed back to the platform to continue to work on his project.

Pleased that Hodgins was happy with the apology, Booth turned back around and walked over to Brennan's office. Entering her office, he saw Brennan sitting on her couch reading some papers.

Moving over to the couch, Booth sat down. "Want to go to lunch with me?"

Glad to see him, Brennan closed the folder she was holding. "Yes, of course. I thought we were supposed to be trying to be a paperless organization? It seems to me that we haven't reduced the amount of forms that we should if that's true."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth leaned over and kissed Brennan.

A flutter in her stomach, Brennan returned his kiss. "Let me put my papers on my desk and . . ."

Certain she'd seen something move, Brennan leaned over Booth and looked towards the back wall, near her desk. Gasping, she jumped up and stepped up onto the couch.

Jumping up from the couch, Booth placed his hand on his gun and looked around to see why his partner was so upset. Not seeing anything, Booth leaned over the desk to see if he could see what the problem was. "What's wrong, Bones . . . What's going on?"

Afraid, Brennan pointed towards her desk. "I just saw a snake go behind my desk." Unable to keep the fear out of her voice, Brennan wrung her hands.

Surprised, Booth walked around Brennan's desk to see if he could spot it. Not seeing anything, Booth got on his hands and knees and looked under the desk. Finally he found the snake, reached for it and picked it up just below it's head. The snake immediately started thrashing around and wrapped it's body around his arm. Standing up, Booth walked over towards Brennan. Holding up the snake, Booth smiled. "Hey, it's just a blue racer . . . They aren't poisonous."

Holding up her hand, Brennan didn't want him to come any closer. "Fine . . . That snake belongs to Hodgins. Please take it too him . . . now!"

Puzzled with her attitude, Booth left Brennan's office and took the snake to Hodgins. Walking up onto the platform, he walked over to where Hodgins was talking to Cam and held up the writhing snake. "Hey Hodgins . . . Does this snake belong to you?"

Seeing the snake, Cam gasped, stepped back until she was standing against the railing and glared at Hodgins. "What is your snake doing out of your lab?"

Amused at her reaction, Hodgins hid his smile behind his hand. Moving quickly, he took the snake from Booth. "It's not my fault . . . One of Dr. B's graduate students was playing with it three days ago and lost it."

Giving Hodgins a look of horror, Cam spluttered. "Three days ago? . . . Three days? . . . That snake has been loose, in this lab, for three days?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hodgins turned towards Booth. "Thanks for finding Barney." Walking across the platform, Hodgins walked down the stairs with his snake and took it back to his lab.

Horrified, Cam watched Hodgins carry the snake away then turned towards Booth giving him a glare.

Not sure why he was being blamed, Booth shook his head. "Don't look at me . . . I found it under Bones' desk."

Shaking her head, Cam left the platform and went back to her office. She planned on putting out a memo to all of Dr. Brennan's interns, banning them from going into Hodgins lab and office when he wasn't there.

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth left the platform and went back to Brennan's office. Entering her office, he found Brennan sitting on the couch, looking at her papers once more. Glad she was calm once more, Booth moved closer to the couch and sat down. "Okay . . . how the hell can you cut up a huge python and then be afraid of a harmless rat catcher?"

Embarrassed, Brennan placed her her papers down in her lap. "If I give you my reason, you'll think I've become emotionally unstable."

Puzzled, Booth placed his hand on her knee. "No I won't. Come on . . . tell me. I want to know . . . What's the difference between the python and the blue racer?"

Sad to admit it, Brennan sighed. "You are."

Not understanding her at all, Booth pointed at himself. "Me?"

Pursing her lips, Brennan nodded her head. "When I'm by myself, snakes don't frighten me . . . When I'm with you, snakes frighten me."

Confused, Booth rubbed the side of his head. "I don't think I understand . . . what?."

Slowly nodding her head, Brennan admitted to her lover. "Yes, I don't understand either."

Concerned for her, Booth patted her knee. "Would you like to talk to Sweets about this? This sounds like something he can help you with."

Appalled at the suggestion, Brennan crossed her arms against her chest. "Do you want to talk to Sweets about your clown phobia?

Grimly, Booth knew that wasn't going to happen. "I see . . . Okay, I'll tell you what. You help me whenever there's a clown around and I'll help you whenever there's a snake around. Does that sound acceptable?"

That sounded fine to her. "Yes, it does, but what if someone is dressed up as a clown and is carrying a snake and he plans to kill or harm us?"

Looking at Brennan very intently, Booth hoped that never happened. "Then we're both screwed."

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What do you think about his chapter? I hope you didn't forget that Hodgins' snake was on the loose?