I still don't own Bones.

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After the club had closed for the evening, Brennan had Wendell escort all of her employees to their cars and then she drove home. Once she was hom, she entered their bedroom and found Booth asleep. Sitting on the bed next to him, Brennan watched Booth sleep for awhile. She had been so worried when Booth had called her and told her about the shooting in the alley. She thought it was rather strange that anyone would wait in the alley for someone to come out of the club to rob them at that time of night. Patrons always left by the front door and it was too early for employees to use the back door of the club. She didn't believe in coincidence. At least not that kind of coincidence. She decided to talk to Booth when he got up and find out what was going on.

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Later that morning, Booth woke up before his wife. Lying in bed, Booth stared at the ceiling and thought about the previous evening. He was angry that Max had pushed this so far. He was going to talk to Max and let him know that he was not going to put up with any more of his shit

Rolling out of bed, Booth changed to jeans and a t-shirt and went into the living room. Turning on the television, he turned the channel to the news and made sure the volume was down, so he didn't disturb Brennan.. After watching the news for awhile, Booth went into the kitchen and made coffee. Deciding to keep breakfast simple, Booth wanted a bowl of cereal. Looking through the boxes of cereal, he found that Brennan had bought only healthy cereal, again. He wished she would remember to buy Fruit Loops or Coco Puffs once in awhile. Getting down a box of cereal that promised him that it would be delicious to eat, Booth warily poured the cereal in to his bowl. Looking at ithe contents of his bowl, Booth almost changed his mind. It looked like oats with some bumpy things and some dried up cranberries in it. Shrugging his shoulders, Booth decided to eat it anyways. What the hell, maybe he'd get points with his wife.

Booth was eating his cereal when Sully entered the kitchen. Not saying anything, Sully opened a cabinet door and pulled out a cup. Walking over to the coffee maker, he poured his cup of coffee and wandered over to where Booth was sitting. Peering down at Booth's bowl, Sully decided whatever it was looked terrible. "What the hell are you eating?"

His mouth full, Booth answered around it. "Cereal. What the hell do you think I'm eating?"

Barely understanding him, Sully shook his head. "That's Bren's idea of cereal. Do you have any Coco Puffs?"

Shaking his head, Booth swallowed. "Of course not . . . That's a kid's cereal."

Sitting down at the table with his coffee, Sully sipped his drink and then placed the cup down. "As far as I know, the only time you eat twigs and berries is when Bren forgets to buy your cereal. You may have a piss poor memory, but I don't."

Not interested in arguing, Booth continued to eat his cereal. Not sure why Booth was so quiet, Sully continued the conversation. "You know we have to go down to the station house and give our statements this afternoon?"

Booth stopped eating and spoke around his cereal again. "What are you going to say?"

Sully smiled. "What you told Jared's partner last night, of course."

Booth didn't reply and Sully started to get annoyed. "Okay , what's going on? I didn't ask you last night because I knew your head was hurting. Now, I want to know what the hell is going on. What was that guy talking about last night before he got shot? And don't bullshit me either."

Deciding that someone else needed to know what was going on, Booth explained. "About five years ago, a city councilman named Max Kennan got this area re-zoned so that we could open our club. He's been trying to get me to pay him kick backs ever since. So far, I've refused to pay him and now he's starting to get insistent that I start paying him. He claims he's working for someone else and that person wants Max to collect from me. I don't believe it. I think Max is trying to deflect my attention so he can threaten me and I won't go after him. Well he's wrong. I'm going to make him regret he ever tried his shit wtih me."

Worried about Booth and the situation he was in, Sully nodded his head. "Why don't you go to the cops? I mean, if this city councilman is going to start sending around guys with guns then you're past the point of safety here. You either need to pay him or go to the cops."

Booth shook his head. "If I go to the cops, Max will just say I'm making the whole thing up. I don't have any proof that the guy that threatened us last night works for Max. Besides, all the cops have to do is check on me and they'll find out that I'm sick and my memory sucks. The cops won't do anything."

"You were sick, Seeley." Sully sipped some of his coffee."You're not sick now."

"Maybe," Booth didn't think that was really true. "The cops don't know that. Jared thinks I'm a head case."

Standing just outside of the kitchen doorway, Brennan had heard most of Booth's conversation with Sully about Max. Hearing the last part, Brennan grew angry and stalked into the kitchen. Walking over to Booth, Brennan crossed her arms and glared at him. "When did you plan to tell me what was going on Booth? We're supposed to be partners."

Embarrassed, Booth licked his lips. "Uh . . . I was going to talk to you this morning when you woke up. The situation has got out of hand and it's too dangerous for you not to know what's going on. I promise I wasn't keeping you out of the loop."

Mollified for now, Brennan nodded her head. "Alright . . . I just don't want you to hide important things from me. We're partners."

He knew she was still angry, but she was giving him reasonable doubt. "Sure . . . I know. Sully and I have to go to the station house in a little while to give our statements about last night. When we get back, we'll talk about what we need to do about Max."

Brennan relented, reached down and picked off a dried cranberry from Booth's shirt. "Good. I'm sure we can come up with a plan to handle Max. Maybe we can tell Jared what's going on and he can help us."

Looking at each other, Booth and Sully decided not to tell Brennan about their confrontation with Jared yesterday. She'd find out soon enough.

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