Disclaimer: I can't think of an interesting one to write. So I don't own Bones

Mlbrunell: Yeah I see being smashed up mixed with nuts, flour and sugar then baked in her future...did I mention nuts? LOL
yenyen76: I hate Hannah so I grabbed that crazy evil witch paint brush and painted her with it =D
1956JohnDeere50: Lol nothing wrong with a little morbidity now and again ;)
jenheir1: Lol *snicker* wait till I get the Michelle and Legates story posted. Definitely no coffee or any type liquids for that matter. You know what, better that you not have anything in your mouth.
Ginge53: I write for me mainly but I am glad that there are people who enjoy it. So thank you for reading =D Poor Daisy? It was supposed to be poor Michelle lol.
dreambetty: Yep she's trampy in the espionage/spy business she'd be known as a honeypot (way to much research). Maybe she'll be terminated...or maybe not.
Mendenbar: Ha I'm with Booth sort of, which I should be I wrote him. There are some things, like trying to kill you, that are just not forgiveable in that short amount of time. Eventually maybe but in a matter of months...heck no.
Robert Modean: heh, you'd be surprised at what a Federal Pen will do for a man's attitude. I mean it's one thing to be a self righteous prick in the real world. In the corrections system...that's a whole different story. As to your Hannah speculation what can I say other than...wait and see =P
Coterie2: Ha I don't give that kind of information away for free =P What can I say other than maybe...maybe not.
Gottaluvem: Lol good thing the plot can't get any thicker... or can it? Teehee
luckywynner86: I couldn't resist. Daisy annoys the crap out of me but she's just a fun character to write because she's annoying in the 'I'm not an asshole' way =D. Now for the Michelle and Legates story (which I still haven't named) I'll have to write out a lovely description of that whole thing. Uhhhhhhh

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Chapter 48 - Miracles

After leaving the prison, the four of them climbed into the Humvee and headed back to Hammon's office. After pulling to a stop in front of the building they climbed out and made their way to the office. While sitting in the waiting room, Booth opened his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Good Morning, Caroline," Booth said in his charming, sweet talking voice.

"What does your fine self want today?" Caroline's grumpy voice came across the line.

"I need an affidavit for Private Francis," Booth said.

"Well, I need to know what to put on it," Caroline said in a well duh tone. Booth looked over at Brennan and saw her typing the information in an email.

"Bones, is emailing you right now. We can be reached at Hammon's office here in Leavenworth," Booth said.

"Humph, he's annoying but will get the job done," Caroline grumbled.

"Thank you, Caroline," Booth said smoothly.

"Don't you smooth talk me, Agent Booth," Caroline chided.

"Yes, ma'am," Booth said. Booth flipped the phone closed and looked over at Hammon.

"Caroline will be faxing an affidavit, please let me know when it arrives," Booth said. Hammon looked at Booth with his mouth partially agape.

"You call Ms. Julian by her first name?" He sputtered in complete astonishment.

"Uh since Bones and I close the greatest number of cases, Caroline and I tend to work rather closely," Booth said, hiding his amusement. Brennan scribbled on the magna doodle and held it towards Hammon.

Caroline has a puckish side that she uses on us when it suits her

Booth snorted and pointed at the magna doodle to draw Hammon's attention to it. Hammon sat back and shook his head. No way, that woman was a piranha in the court room. Anyone prosecuting or defending any federal case knew about Caroline Julian and ran at the first hint of her being on the case. Yet, these two called her puckish.

Tread carefully here, he thought to himself. His phone rang causing him to jump from his stupor. Picking up the phone, he answered and listened to the voice on the other side. His eyes rolled and replied gruffly into the phone. He let out a sigh and hung up the phone.

"The defense has asked for a 24 hour continuance to review new evidence," Hammon said. The men groaned and Brennan shrugged. Brennan scribbled and handed her magna-doodle to Booth.

Hotel and clothing

"Yeah, Bones, I know. Guys we need to go shopping," Booth groaned.

Brennan already had her Blackberry out and was hitting buttons before they left Hammon's office. Booth laughed as he realized she was looking for a hotel and some place to shop. By the time they reached the Humvee, she had scribbled down a mall and hotel for Booth to tell the driver. They climbed into the vehicle and the young man driving looked over his shoulder at Booth for direction.

"It would seem we need a place to stay and to go shopping. So, first to the Oak Park Mall," Booth said crankily.

The young man nodded and pulled away from the curb. Brennan scribbled on the bottom part of the magna doodle and flashed it at Booth. He smiled and kissed her temple.

"Guys, Bones says that if you can afford undergarments, the hotel she's booking us into has dry cleaning services for your uniforms," Booth told them.

Legates and Brown nodded in acceptance. They moved through the traffic and Brennan watched everything slide by. Booth dug around in her bag and pulled out the medication for her face. She looked over at him and he raised them up for her to see. She looked at her watch and shook her head in a negative motion.

Shrugging, Booth dropped them into her bag and sat back. Brennan scooted over and tucked herself in next to Booth. Without either of them realizing it, Booth's fingers ran through her hair. The young man driving's mouth twitched at the corners when he saw the subconscious action.

"Are they talking again?" Legates asked without looking back.

"What? No, neither of them said a word," the young man said in a deep bassy rumble. Legates snorted and looked at the young man, glancing at his name tag.

"They don't have to speak with words, Robertson. They're weird," Legates said. Brennan made a snorting noise then rubbed her throat.

"You guys are here for Francis' trial then?" Robertson asked not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yeah, Booth and Dr. B are star witnesses," Brown said.

"Wait, Booth, are you the one Francis shot?" Robertson asked, glancing in the rear view mirror at Booth.

"Yes, I was shot in the back of the head," Booth said. Brennan scribbled and Booth looked down.

"Yes, Bones, I know. The bullet lodged in my parietal bone after cracking my lamboid suture," Booth said, chuckling. Robertson winced and turned his eyes back to the road.

"And they managed to remove it without any damage?" Robertson said casually, turning on the blinker and taking an exit.

"Has to be something up there to damage first," Legates said, teasing Booth with a grin. Booth's eyes narrowed and Legates jumped when a small hand smacked his arm hard.

"Ow, Dr. B, that hurt," Legates said, rubbing his arm. Robertson chuckled at the Corporal and quickly shut up when Legates glared at him.

"I had someone special watching over me," Booth said, squeezing Brennan's arm. She let out a soft sigh and squeezed in closer to him.

"Dr. B, glued his skull back together for him," Brown said. Robertson paused and glanced at her in mirror.

"She glued his skull back together?" Robertson asked his voice laced with a small amount of doubt. Brennan sat up, crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor while glaring at Robertson.

"You better be glad she can't talk, Robertson," Legates advised.

Robertson weaved in and out of traffic and pulled into a parking spot in front of the mall. Everyone climbed out of the vehicle and headed into the mall. After entering the mall, Booth untucked the hair from behind Brennan's ear and smoothed it down. Brown, Booth and Legates crowded in around Brennan causing Robertson to snort.

"Dude, we have security issues with Dr. B and the fact that she's famous doesn't help," Brown told him with a frown.

Brennan walked up to the directory, looked at the store listings then the map. Stepping back, she started to purposefully walk, leaving the men to try to keep up. They stopped in front of a Jos. A. Bank store. Brennan walked in and stood next to the door. Booth looked at her and she crossed her arms.

"Me first, I guess," Booth sighed.

Brennan picked through the shirts and picked up a blue one and a white one. The men followed her around the store as she gathered up a pair of boxer shorts. She stood indecisively then picked the orange and black striped pair.

Walking to the ties, she picked an orange one then walked to the socks. Her face lit up at the sight of an entire section of striped socks. Picking through them, she found a pair Booth would like. She put the blue shirt back and set the items on the counter. Booth walked up to the counter and laid the suit on the counter. Brennan's card was out faster than Booth could blink.

"Nuh, uh, Bones. I don't even think so," Booth argued. She pulled out her magna doodle and scribbled. A grin spread across his face and his eyes twinkled.

"Promise?" He asked her with a serious face. She nodded a yes and Legates started chortling.

"What's so funny?" Roberts asked, looking between Booth and Legates.

"Don't you dare, Legates," Booth said, pointing threateningly at Legates.

Booth heard Robertson start laughing and looked over to see Brennan holding the magna doodle over towards him. Booth walked over and clapped his hands over his face with a groan.

I offered to try on lingerie in Victoria's Secret, at a later date, and let him pay for his favorite

They quickly left the store and headed down the mall. The men sticking with her like glue. She walked into The Loft and Robertson groaned.

"My girlfriend spends for-ever in here," he grunted as he followed them in. Booth chuckled at the kid's grunted comment.

"Bones, isn't really a shopper. Angela has to drag her kicking and screaming. We'll be out of this store in half an hour tops," Booth told him. Legates snorted and Brown chuckled. Booth looked at his watch and grinned.

"It's 2:30," Booth said.

Booth watched carefully as Brennan quickly flitted from rack to rack. When she disappeared near the shoes, Booth moved so he could see her. He glanced at his watch again and chuckled. She came walking towards them quickly, carrying a bag.

"Time?" Booth asked casually, trying not to laugh. Robertson glanced at his watch and his mouth fell open.

"2:45," he stuttered.

"And that includes shoes. Now all she needs is undergarments and bath stuff," Booth said.

They went into an Old Navy store so Legates and Brown could get their necessaries. Brennan poked around on the shelves while they waited.

"Don't you need something to sleep in?" Robertson asked curiously as Brennan glanced at the bright orange flyers tee-shirt on the hanger. She snagged the hanger and raised her eyebrow at him.

"Does this mean I'll get mine back?" Booth asked from over her left shoulder.

She shook her head no and headed for the checkout. Robertson cracked up at the two of them and followed them out of the store. Legates and Brown left the store, one step behind Robertson. Brennan strode with purpose to Victoria's Secrets. The three men stopped outside and Booth shot them a triumphant grin as he followed her into the store.

Brennan stopped, turned, looked at Legates and crooked her finger at him. Legates face turned red from his chin to the roots of his hair. Brennan flitted from rack to rack. Stopping at one, she held up a red bra with black polka dots and a pink one with black lace for Booth's inspection. Booth eyed them and grinned. She lifted the red with black polka dot one slightly higher and he shook his head no. Brennan put the bra back and Legates shifted around nervously.

Brennan smirked and walked over to him. He shook his head and backed away from her. Booth rubbed his hand over his mouth, watching Brennan intimidate the poor kid. She handed Booth the garments in her hands. Holding them up, he appraised them with a devilish glint in his eyes. She scribbled on the magna doodle and pushed him towards the woman standing nearby.

"I have no idea why I'm here," he told the woman.

Brennan rolled her eyes and took the magna doodle from his hand. And scribbled again then handed it to the sales woman.

"Okay you need a gift for your girlfriend and these are her sizes," the sales associate said with a smile. Legates whipped his head around to look at Brennan. She smirked and shooed him with her hands.

"How long do you think they'll be in there?" Robertson rumbled, rubbing one foot against the other in embarrassed nervousness. Brown glanced at his watch and shrugged.

"If she's actually trying stuff on, a long time," Brown said, trying not to laugh.

Brennan made her purchases then dragged the men out of the store. Legates was glassy eyed, carrying a white and pink striped bag. Booth was grinning and Brennan had a smirk on her face.

"Anything else, Bones?" Booth asked her with a smile. She nodded and headed to the escalator. The men followed her.

"You know when I joined the Army I thought I was going to go places, do things, see the world. Not drive people around and take them shopping," Robertson mumbled. Legates glared at the kid who shifted away from him.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be kid," Booth said quietly.

Brennan reached out and squeezed his hand. The escalator reached the top floor and Brennan took an immediate right then ducked into a store. The men groaned at the Lush sign over the door. Booth leaned at the doorway and watched Brennan move around the shop.

"Couldn't she just use the stuff at the hotel?" Brown asked, frowning when he saw her pick up a basket near the counter.

"Nope, then she wouldn't be Bones," Booth said. Ten minutes later, she came out of the store carrying a small bag. She stopped and looked at Booth.

"Food?" Booth asked looking around at the guys.

They nodded and Brennan led them to the food court. Once all the guys had their food, Brennan left her bags with them and went to the gelato stand. She returned carrying a shake that looked to be a strange purple color.

"Bones, what the hell is that?" Booth asked, eyeing her gelato shake.

"Blueberry and lavender Frappe," Robertson rumbled. Brennan nodded then smiled at him. Booth shot Robertson a quizzical look.

"What? They're good. Better than the black olive ones," Robertson said.

Brennan's hand shot out and mindlessly snagged one of Booth's french fries. He swatted her hand and took the fry from her. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.

"After we get home and the doctor clears you to eat solid foods, I will let you have as many of my fries as you want," Booth told her.

"What happened to you, Dr. Brennan?" Robertson asked his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would," Booth murmured.

"She got capstunned with a 75/25% mixture," Legates said abruptly. Robertson's face scrunched up as he thought about the answer.

"So," he said.

"We get shot with a 25/75% mixture," Brown said. Robertson's eyes widened as he remembered being sprayed with the stuff.

"She has severe burns on her face, chest, and down her throat," Booth growled.

"Sheeeeiiiiittttt," Robertson rumbled.

Brennan stirred the straw around in her drink and stared at the milkshake. Booth's hand reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. The men looked around at each other and nodded.

"Let's go, Bones. Time to get checked in to a hotel," Booth said.

As they walked to the exit, they talked about the different hotels. Brennan stopped and put her hands on her hips. Booth paused and looked at her.

"I forgot, Bones already found one," Booth said.

Brennan nodded and quickly caught up to them.

"I can't afford no fancy schmancy hotel," Legates grumbled. Brennan's lips pursed in confusion.

"It's a descriptive term for what you would call an expensive hotel, Bones," Booth said.

Brennan rolled her eyes and kept walking. They carried the bags to the Humvee and dumped them into the vehicle. Brennan climbed in and Booth followed. Brown climbed in on the other side. Brennan pulled out her magna doodle and scribbled. She handed it to Booth and he nodded.

Is Robertson staying with us? I am paying so there is only one receipt to be filed for the case.

"Robertson, are you going back to base or are you supposed to stay with us?" Booth asked the young man as he started the Humvee.

"I'm supposed to stick with you guys until you leave. I'll have to call the offices because they thought you were going to be leaving tonight," he said. Brennan nodded at his information.

"Bones, says to make things easier she will pay for the rooms so that there will only be one receipt filed for reimbursement," Booth said. He saw Legate let out a sigh and snorted.

"Legates, you have not had to spend money on anything for at least a week," Booth grunted. Robertson chuckled at the two of them bantering back and forth.

"Well, considering what I just dropped in Victoria's Secret I'm going to be broke for a while," Legates said.

"Legates, now would be a good time to shut up," Booth muttered.

"Hey, it's not like I bought her lingerie," Legates argued.

"Good now I don't have to shoot you. I only have to strangle you," Booth said. Robertson's low laughing rumble bounced around the Humvee.

"Where are we going?" Robertson asked, glancing in the mirror at Brennan. Brennan handed Booth her magna doodle.

"Holiday Inn Express," Booth replied.

"Huh, never been there. But I know where it is," he told them.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of the hotel. He parked the Humvee and everyone climbed out. Brennan used her magna doodle and got two rooms then handed over her credit card.

"I'm surprised that thing isn't on fire with all the friction it's getting," Robertson mumbled. Brennan shot him a grin that caused Booth to groan.

"Bones, get your mind out of the gutter," Booth chastised.

She shrugged and signed the paper. Turning, she handed Brown a door key and pointed to him and Robertson. She took the other key and headed to the elevator. Brennan opened the door to their room, went in, and dumped her bags on the bed. She quickly began pulling items out and either hanging them up or placing them in the room.

"Now be honest, Bones, how bad is your throat hurting?" Booth asked, grabbing her by the top of her arms and stopping her from moving. She looked up at him and he could see the pain in her eyes.

"Yeah, I thought so. You haven't taken anything for your throat since early this morning. Take the codeine and if you fall asleep I'll wake you up for dinner," Booth told her.

She nodded and went to the bathroom to take the medication. She came out of the bathroom in the huge Flyers tee shirt. She lay down on the bed and glanced at the TV. Rolling her eyes, she pulled her computer out of her messenger bag. She flipped it open and moments later she began typing. Booth heard the ping of the Jeffersonian link and waited while she opened it. Angela's face appeared on the screen and her mouth fell open.

"Sweetie, you look like shit," Angela said. Brennan shot her a wry smile and nodded. Booth unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the bed.

"Whatcha got, Angela?" Booth asked, leaning over Brennan.

"Yummy, anything you want if you keep giving me sights like that," Angela teased. Booth looked down and hastily pulled his shirt together. Angela's laughter rang out in the room.

"We have Ethan Miller's finger prints on the bullet casings from the Jeffersonian shooting. So we're going to go ahead and say it's tied into the bombing," Angela said. Brennan's eyes narrowed at Angela's speculation.

"So, pretty much everything we have, forensically speaking, is tied to now dead people?" Booth said, jamming his hand in his hair. Legates chuckled as he heard Cam's voice float from the background.

"We're not done yet, Booth. We work miracles remember," Cam said from outside Angela's door.

Brennan's jaw gritted at the term miracles. She quickly stabbed at the buttons on the keyboard. Angela glanced down then smiled up at Brennan.

"Yes, Sweetie, there is nothing miraculous about what we do. We find evidence and process it and it is a science. It's just a figure of speech," Angela said. Brennan pursed her lips and Angela rolled her eyes.

"Anything else?" Booth asked, leaning over again.

"Cam is still running the finger print from the elevator button. But it's taking forever because there are way too many people in the fricking military," Angela said.

Booth nodded and grunted in reply to her statement. Brennan typed and Angela read the words at the bottom of the screen.

"Cam does not want to process that hair until we have something on the finger print," Angela said.

Brennan nodded and chewed on her bottom lip. Booth reached around and pressed the skin under her lip down towards her chin, pulling her lip from between her teeth.

"So, as of right now all we have is a dead guys finger prints," Booth said. Angela nodded at Booth's question.

"Okay, we'll be home tomorrow after the hearing," Booth said.

Angela nodded then closed the connection. Booth watched as Brennan valiantly tried to work on her book but her head kept drooping. Finally, he reached over her and took the computer from her. He saved her document, shut the computer down and closed the top with a snap. Legates eyed Brennan as her eyes dropped closed.

"Wow, that stuff really knocks her on her ass," Legates commented.

"Yeah, she's not one to take medication. She has no tolerance for the stuff," Booth said idly, flipping through the channels.

He found a Flyers game, kicked off his shoes and sat back to watch. Brown knocked on the door and Legates let both Brown and Robertson into the room. The men sat around watching the game and Legates looked frantically at the bed after they let out a loud cheer. Booth smirked at him and shook his head.

"When she's drugged she sleeps like the dead," Booth told him. Booth put his hands up at his shoulders and wrapped them around his pillow behind his head.

"With you being so protective I'm surprised that you'd let a virtual stranger in a room with her in that state," Brown stated.

Booth snorted and wrapped his hand around the gun under the pillow. Legates smirked, having seen him put the gun there.

"Go ahead and try it, Brown," Legates egged the man on.

Brown sat forward from his position on the floor between the beds and reached a hand towards Brennan. Before his fingers got within a foot of her, he heard the click of a safety coming off. He glanced up and saw a Glock pointed at his forehead.

"Fuck," Robertson rumbled, his eyes wide in amazement. Brown shook his head and sat back against the nightstand between the two beds.

"Never could sneak up on you," Brown mumbled.

"You should have known better, Brown," Booth chastised. Brennan's eyes blinked open sleepily at the click of the safety coming off.

"Booth, why are you pointing a gun at Brown?" Brennan mumbled, burying her head back into the pillow.

"They were questioning my ability to protect you," Booth answered, putting the safety back on and slipping the Glock back under his pillow.

Booth's head jerked back towards Brennan when he realized she had spoken. Her voice was rough and gravelly.

"Bones, you shouldn't be talking, dang it," Booth said in a low growl.

Brennan shrugged, rolled in towards him and promptly went back to sleep. Booth sighed and glanced at his watch.

"Pizza okay for dinner?" Booth asked the guys sitting around the room.

He heard a unanimous 'yes'. Reaching over, he picked up the hotel phone and the local pizza delivery place's menu off the nightstand. He ordered three pizzas and frowned at Robertson who grunted at the vegetarian pizza Booth ordered. Booth paused and sighed at his mistake.

Glancing at the menu, he saw the only thing he could order was cheesecake and a milkshake for her. He changed the order, paid then hung up the phone. Two hours later, Brennan rolled over to find the guys still watching TV and eating pizza. She blinked and wondered what Booth had ordered for her. She glanced down at herself then at Booth.

"What's up, Bones?" Booth asked when she shot him a look.

She plucked at the neckline of the Flyers tee shirt she was wearing. Booth suddenly understood and stood up. He walked to the mini fridge and pulled out the cheesecake and milkshake.

"She's got you waiting on her hand and foot," Robertson teased Booth. Booth shot Robertson a dirty look.

"She's wearing a tee shirt and not much else. Bones is not body shy but I wouldn't want to have to beat your face in for looking," Booth said, glaring at the man. Robertson grinned and shook his head. When everyone was finished eating, Booth glanced at his watch.

"Bed time, kiddies," Booth told them.

Brown snorted but stood up and walked to the door with Robertson trailing behind him. Booth locked the door then snapped the lights off in the room. Brennan heard the two men shuffling around and changing into whatever they chose to sleep in.

Brennan felt the covers rustle then Booth slide into the bed. Brennan slid over to him and draped herself across his chest in her familiar blanket position. Booth wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

Legates rolled over in his own bed and gave them his back. His eyes drifted closed with the thoughts of light caramel colored skin, soft brown hair, golden eyes and lovely curves.


A/N: Let's check tomorrows chapter and see what we have, uhhh...Sinatra, soap, girlie stuff, small black jars, breakfast, two minutes, rodeos, tesitmony, crawling skin, alpha female. anthropologically speaking, hooting, grapes, brains, prickling, and the verdict.

A/N2: This is another of those moving along chapters, sorry but they're sometimes necessary. Tomorrow's chapter is jam packed with fun =D

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