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Cautiously approaching Jeffrey Combs, Booth noticed that the man's hands were in his pockets and his manner was very relaxed, almost contemptuous.

Lester, not caring to see a possible serial killer waiting for him in the parking garage, pulled his gun and pointed it at Combs.

Amused at Lester's actions, Combs slowly removed his hands from his pockets and then crossed his arms across his chest. "Well, well, if it isn't the Federal Bureau of Incompetents. Don't you guys ever go home? I've been waiting out here for two hours. I was beginning to think that your wives had banished you and you were taking your sexual frustrations out on each other."

Furious, Lester inhaled deeply, preparing to curse Combs when he heard Booth laugh.

"At least we have wives, Combs. One look at your ugly face and women run away." Snapping his fingers, Booth smirked, "Oh, maybe that's why you're such a perv. No woman with any sense would let you anywhere near them, so you have to kidnap them to get your jollies."

His eyes flashing, Jeffrey Combs spat out, "You think you're so damn smart, don't you Booth? Well you're not. Your wasting your time coming after me. There isn't any evidence that I was involved in those murders and there never will be. I'm an innocent man and if you keep hounding me, calling my friends and my family about me, I'm going to sue your ass."

A sneer on his lips, Booth reminded the angry man, "That's Special Agent Seeley Booth to you Combs. You keep telling yourself you're safe, that we won't get you. Enjoy your freedom while you can. Your days are numbered and you're just too stupid to realize that."

Unfolding his arms, Combs pointed his right index finger at Booth and huffed, "That's State Police Special Agent Jeffrey Combs to you. I'm warning you to tread lightly around me, and you'd better take me seriously. You might not like what happens to those around you if you don't."

Stepping closer to Combs, Booth put his left hand on his gun and promised the man, "You go anywhere near my family or friends and you'll find out the hard way that I can use my gun with my left hand as well as my right. I'll drill you through your head before you know what's happening to you. I'll save the state of Virginia the cost of a trial and they'll thank me for it."

Combs realized that Booth wasn't going to bend and that made him angry. Slowly he stood up straighter and asked the Federal Agent, "Are you threatening me, Agent Booth?"

Filled with contempt for the man, Booth corrected Combs. "No, that's a damn promise. I'm going to prove you killed those young ladies and that's a fact."

Calmly, Combs sniffed and smiled his most charming smile. "I don't think so. Waste your time. I don't give a tinker's damn. I'm asking to be put back on active duty. You and your people don't have anything on me and in this country I'm innocent until proven otherwise." Laughing, Combs walked past Booth and Lester and down the parking ramp. "Better grow a set of eyes in the back of your head, Booth. I think you might need them."

Furious, Lester turned to Booth and warned him. "If that guys goes anywhere near my wife, I'll kill that son of a bitch."

Booth stared after Combs and asked him, "Your wife still taking those self-defense courses?"

Nodding his head, Lester turned to watch Combs walk out of sight. "She sure is, she just got her brown belt last week."

Booth decided that he needed to calm Lester down. With a smirk, Booth asked him, "So if you make her mad she can beat the shit out of you?"

Proud of his wife's accomplishments, Lester holstered his gun. "She sure can. That's why when she says jump I ask her how high. I'm no fool."

Laughing, Booth walked around to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. Glancing back at the parking ramp, Booth shook his head and pulled himself into the truck.

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Arriving home that evening, Booth entered the house to find Brennan sitting on the floor with small piles of paper work surrounding her. Looking up, Brennan noticed her man was home and smiled. Standing up, she carefully stepped over her piles of paper to walk over to where he was standing. Brennan put her arms around Booth's neck once she was by his side and kissed him. "Are you hungry? I have some spaghetti ready for you."

Glad to be home, Booth kissed Brennan on her neck and murmured, "Sure if you insist on it."

Laughing, Brennan moved her arms around Booth's waist, "I insist. Maybe after dinner we can find a way to have intercourse. I think we can get around the cast problem fairly easy."

Very interested in what she had in mind, Booth wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I'll bet we can. Is Christine in bed?"

Walking with Booth to the kitchen, Brennan removed her arm from his waist and pointed to the dinner table. "You sit down and I'll get your dinner. It will be quicker than you doing it."

Grateful for her kindness, Booth pulled his chair out from the table and sat down. Watching Brennan bring his plate to the table with a bottle of beer and a fork, Booth debated on how to bring up the subject of Jeffrey Combs.

Puzzled at Booth's sudden seriousness, Brennan asked him, "What's the matter, Booth?"

Picking up his bottle of beer, Booth gave it to Brennan to open for him. Brennan opened the beer and handed it back to Booth, studying him.

Taking a swig, Booth put his bottle down and realized that it would be best if he just told her the unvarnished truth. "Jeffrey Combs showed up at the Hoover this evening. He made some veiled threats against you. I want you to be extra careful until I can arrest that creep. Don't walk to your car alone. Make sure that security escorts you to your car everytime you go to your car. Keep the doors locked and make sure you aren't being followed. Don't go anywhere by yourself."

Shaking her head, Brennan snapped, "I am not helpless Booth. I'm not going to let Jeffrey Combs intimidate me and make me change how I live. I can protect myself."

Booth worried about her independence and just how brave she was. Moving his left hand overm he placed it over Brennan's clinched right hand. "You need to think of Christine. You can't fight someone with a baby in your arms. You need to take the precautions I mentioned for her safely, Bones. I'm thinking of her as well as of you."

Realizing that Booth had a valid point, Brennan placed her left hand over Booth's left hand, "You're right. Circumstances have changed in my life and I need to remember that. I will be careful and make sure that Christine is safe."

Relieved that she was going to be more cautious, Booth leaned over and kissed her. "That's all I'm asking Bones. Just be careful."

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