Before I begin thank you so much for all your wonderful reviews. They do make me smile, because I know I made you smile.

Now I've often wondered how this particular problem has never cropped up over the course of the show. But I took it upon myself to posit a senario where it would need fixed and then be fixed and resulting in one of those moments that make you smile.

Bones isn't mine, and really that doesn't make me sad because if was mine I bet I couldn't do nearly the number of things that I want to.

Id Badge

"Booth the imbecile guard at the front door won't let me come up without an escort." Was the annoyed sentence that greeted me when I answered her call.

"What do you mean he won't let you in without an escort?" this had never been a problem before.

"Well apparently I'm a visitor, and not your partner which means that I now have to be escorted." She huffed.

I shook my head sighing I was going to have to go get her. "I'll be right down Bones."

"Hurry, I don't know how much stupidity I can stand."

Minutes later, I was trying to explain to the new guy at the front desk that Dr. Brennan was allowed to come in without escort whenever. The twenty-year-old kid wasn't having any of it and just kept reading me article eight section 12 of his handbook, "no visitor shall enter the FBI unescorted."

I gave up, vowed to call his supervisor escorted Bones to my office. "I don't understand, more than five years as your partner and now I'm not even allowed in the building unaccompanied."

"I know Bones." Well aware that this would probably be the argument that we had through the whole case. "I'll make a few calls see what I can do."

"It doesn't make sense Booth, I'm your partner I shouldn't have to be escorted I probably know my way around better than he does."

"He's just a new kid; don't worry in a few weeks he'll be falling all over trying to make you as happy as possible." I tried to placate her.

"I don't understand why I can't just have my own id badge, so I don't have to sign in every time I come. Sweets has his own." She told me reasonably.

"Sweets works for the Bureau, of course he has a badge." I argued

"Yes well I'm your partner rationally it shouldn't matter who's paying me, I need to be allowed in here too." She huffed.

As predicted the argument last the week, and I spent every spare moment I had making phone calls trying to fix the problem. In the mean time, I tried to make sure that she was never entering the building without me.

It was late Thursday when we closed the case, and instead of getting a drink we drove over to the Diner and ordered a couple of coffees and a slice of pie. "I have something for you Bones." I smiled at her, and had the pleasure of seeing the icy demeanor I'd been receiving for the last few days melt.

"What is it?" She set her coffee down, as I produced the badge from my pocket.

"Your very own id badge." I held it out to her.

She looked a little taken aback. "You didn't have to do that Booth."

"Yes I did. We couldn't possibly have to escort you in every time."

She took it admiring the little plastic card. "Thanks Booth."

"Any time Bones."

Bones is always wearing a visitor badge at the FBI, I really wonder why they've never brought it up before.

Hope I made you smile and enjoy this glorious day.

Babyrose