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Arriving at the Jeffersonian parking garage, Booth drove up the ramp and soon parked in his assigned parking space. Exiting the truck, Booth locked it and started towards the elevator when he heard a whistle behind him.

"Oh man, is this your new wheels?"

Booth turned and saw Wendell jogging towards him. Smiling, Booth held up his keys. "Picked it up this morning."

Filled with admirations, Wendell rubbed the hood of the SUV. "Nice color. I love it . . . Kind of an off red isn't it?"

Since he didn't buy the truck, he hadn't had a say in it's color. "Bones says it's called Sunset. I have no idea why Bones picked that color, but it's okay."

Patting the Ford Explorer, Wendell turned towards Booth. "Beats the hell out of my car." Walking with Booth towards the elevator, Wendell glanced back at the new truck. "So, how do you like your job so far? Miss the FBI?"

When they arrived at the elevator, Booth punched the up button beside the doors. "The job is interesting. The Jeffersonian has a hell of a lot of valuable items and the security set up is pretty high tech. I'm looking through the personnel roster right now." Once the car arrived and the doors slid open, Booth entered it with Wendell fast on his heels. "I do kind of miss my old job, but I needed the change. It's good."

Leaning against the back wall, Wendell glanced at Booth's chest and then at his face. "How's your therapy coming along?"

Irritated at the mention of doctors, Booth turned to face his young friend. "I think my doctor is full of shit. He doesn't think I'm going to make a full recovery, but I think I'll come pretty close. I actually jogged for ten minutes before I had to stop this morning. That's not bad considering I couldn't jog at all six weeks ago. It's slow, but I think I'm going to be in better shape than my doctor believes."

"Cool." Watching the door slide open, Wendell followed Booth out of the elevator car. "Do you think you can play hockey next season?"

Not sure, Booth pursed his lips. "I don't know yet . . . Maybe. It depends upon how far I can get. I haven't put on skates since I got hurt . . . I might go to the rink this weekend and try it out."

Approaching the entrance to the Lab, Wendell frowned. "Well . . . don't overdo it. Just take your time and . . . you know . . . maybe you'll do okay."

His mind on hockey and how much he loved it, Booth entered the Lab and sighed. "Yeah, I won't. I have a trainer and he tries to keep me on a strict schedule."

With a quick glance at his watch, Wendell hurried down the corridor while Booth entered his office. Sitting behind his desk, Booth placed his head in his hands. "I'm going to beat this. I have to."

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His time filled with going over his departmental budget, Booth was startled when he heard an explosion down the hallway. Moving quickly, he raced from his office and down the hallway. Arriving at the experimentation room, Booth found Hodgins laying on the floor covered by a plastic shield. Pulling the shield away from the entomologist, Booth placed his hand next to the man's neck. Satisfied, he moved the eyelid of the unconscious man's right eye and peered into his pupil.

Cam arriving on the scene while Booth was checking out his friend, knelt down next to Booth. "What happened?"

Glancing at the far wall, destroyed table and blue paint on every surface in that area, Booth sighed. "Two guesses."

The room a disaster, Cam stared at the mess at the back of the room. "He's supposed to clear experiments with me before he does them."

Patting Hodgins cheeks, Booth growled at the man. "He damn well better clear them with me before he does any more of this shit . . . Wake up Hodgins. Time to pay the piper."

His lungs feeling a little congested, Hodgins coughed and opened his eyes. "Wow, I didn't expect that to happen."

Cam, checking the bug man for injuries, found him to be fairly undamaged. "I think you just had the wind knocked out of you."

With help from Booth, Hodgins sat up, ran his hands up and down his legs and then his arms. "Everything seems to be here."

Not amused, Booth slowly stood up. "Listen Hodgins, things have to change around here. From now on, if you want to do any experiments that can cause explosions, they have to be cleared by Cam and me . . . I mean it. No more of these rogue experiments . . . You're going to get killed or you're going to kill someone else." Hodgins stood up and then staggered into Booth. Booth catching the man, helped him to a chair and helped him sit down. "You're a married man. If you get killed you'll leave Angela a widow. You have to think of that before you do stuff like this."

"Jack!" Angela, hurrying in to the room, pushed past Booth and hovered over her husband. "I just got back from the Diner with our snacks, what did you do?"

Jack smiled at her with a look of innocence. "It's okay, Angela. I proved that our victim was killed in an accident."

Disgusted Angela smacked his arm. "By almost killing yourself?"

Wincing, Hodgins stared at the blue spattered back wall. "Well, that wasn't part of the plan."

His tempet barely under control, Booth shook his head. "Hodgins, I mean it . . .. From now on, you get these kind of experiments approved first. I can at least look them over and make sure they won't kill anyone."

Curious, Hodgins squinted at Booth. "What makes you an expert on explosives?"

Guffawing, Booth turned and walked away. "Ranger? Special Ops? Remember?"

Biting his lower lip, the scientist stared at Booth. "Oh yeah."

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Entering Brennan's office, Booth sat down on the couch and frowned at her. "Hodgins is going to kill himself some day. The man is dangerous."

She hadn't been in her office when the accident happened. Standing, Brennan walked over to the couch and sat down next to her husband. "I heard. I was down in Bones Storage. Wendell told me what happened."

Leaning over and kissing her, Booth glumly looked into her bright blue eyes. "I told him he has to notify me if he's going to do any more experiments like that. It's not just his life he's endangering it's the people that he works with. You'd think he'd learned his lesson when he and Zach were almost killed in that denture experiment they did. They're lucky it was just Zach's hands and bruises for both of them."

"Hodgins is a scientist. He's inquisitive." Glancing at the empty doorway, Brennan got a far away look in her eyes. "He likes to know why certain things happen the way they do and he sets up experiments to verify his theory. It's who he is."

He knew that Hodgins was her favorite squint, but enough was enough. "He can do his experiments. I just need to make sure he doesn't blow up the Lab and kill everyone in it."

Seeing his anger, Brennan leaned forward and placed a hand on his thigh. "Are you regretting working here?"

His hand covering her hand, Booth smiled at her. "No Bones. Not at all. I'm just going to make sure that this place is safe and if I have to kill Hodgins to make that happen I will."

Startled, Brennan stared at Booth in disbelief. Suddenly snorting, she smiled. "You're joking . . . that's very funny."

Booth leaned over and kissed her. "Maybe . . . maybe not."

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