Important A/N: As much as I didn't want to do this, I have disabled anonymous review. Sorry to the members who liked tojump on without logging in, but I have had a few...Inappropriate, mean, anddown right beyond 'Flames' from the same 'girl' (calls herselfRachel, btw). Since I like to thank each reviewer, having to look for and delate this one persons review takes time better used else where. And yes, I know there will be flames (although I ask if you can't say something nice...or something bad in a nice way...keep it to yourself)...but reviews in which every othe word is a curse word is a waste of FF space. Again, sorry. But I do hope you all understand. Now on to happy things.

A/N2: Here chapter 2. And Goldie pointed out that DB is really afraid of chickens. So...don't kill me...in this fic...he's not THAT scared.

"So what do you want to do first, Booth?" Hodgins asked.

"Well, I think we start by taking a look at the chicken coop," he answered, folding the paper and putting into his back pocket.

"What about talking to this Lowery women?" Tempe asked. "Shouldn't we start there?" Seeley shook his head no.

"Lowery claimed to have seen something at the coop. I want to take a look around before questioning her. That way I'll be able to picture what she's talking about." Seeley glanced at his watch. "Okay, our equipment should be ready for pick up." He opened the envelope and reached in.

"Equipment?" Tempe questioned. "What equipment?"

"We each have a roll to play, Brennan. You're the head squint," he said, heading her a badge.

"A what?"

"A squint. You know, a scientist."

"Then why didn't you just say that?" Tempe asked taking the badge. Seeley rolled his eyes.

"Hodgins, you're the bug guy." Hodgins smiled taking his badge. "And Angela, you're our artist."

"Of course," Angela said with a smile.

"Head off to the mess hall and pick up your kits."

"What about you?" Tempe asked.

"I have to go to FBI headquarters. We'll met back here in half and hour, okay?" Tempe, Angela and Hodgins all nodded their agreement.

"Where is he?" Tempe asked for the twentieth time. Angela and Hodgins sat next to each other, their backs to the oak tree.

"He probably just got held up," Angela said.

"Yeah, who knows what's going down at 'headquarters'," Hodgins threw in. Tempe shook her head.

"I can't believe that he's in charge of this team. What does he know about solving a case?" Tempe asked and then continued without waiting for an answer. "Cases are solved with science and intelligence."

"I can agree with the intelligence, but I'm not so sure about the science," Seeley said coming up to her.

"It's about time you showed up," Tempe threw at him.

"Hey, sorry if I had a meeting with my boss."

"Yeah?" Angela said. "What did he say? Did he give us any hints?"

"He told me not to kill the squints," Seeley said, looking Tempe in the eye.

"And just what is that suppose to mean?" Tempe asked, her temper already flaring up.

"It means that I'm in charge of this case," Seeley threw back at her. "I decide who we talk to and when and where we go."

"I thought we were suppose to work on this case together," Tempe argued. Angela and Hodgins looked at each other before turning their attention back to the arguing pair.

"We are working together, Brennan, but I decided who to talk to. I'm the FBI agent…you're just a squint."

"I'm not just a 'squint' as you call them. I'm a scientist, and you need science to solve cases." Seeley and Tempe stood face-to-face, inches apart. Their eyes narrowed, and their mouths pinched together.

"Okay, you two," Angela said, standing up. "As entertaining as this has been, we do have a case to solve. Do you think that the arguing can be postpone until we at least check out the chicken coop?"

"Yeah, man," Hodgins put in, standing as well. "An FBI agent and a scientist wouldn't spend all their time fightin'." Seeley and Tempe gave each other one last glare before breaking eye contact.

"Yeah, you two are right. We have a case to solve, and we begin by searching the chicken coop." Tempe crossed her arms

"Fine, whatever."

"Good," Angela said and started walking in the direction of the farm animals.

"Are you just going to stand there and do nothing, Brennan?" Seeley asked from his position on top of the coop.

"I don't like chickens," Tempe called to him. She examined her fingernails and smiled when she heard him give a frustrated groan.

"Well, I don't like them either," he shouted. "Why do you think I'm up here and they are down there?" Tempe looked up at him. He stood on the roof of the chicken coop, his feet apart, his fists on his hips.

"Well, just use your charming personality to make them leave you alone." Seeley glared at her.

"You know what, Brennan, you're getting on my nerves."

"Hey, you're the one scared of small, little birds."

"I never said I was afraid," Seeley argued.

"Yeah, you're up there because you don't like them." Seeley opened his mouth to comment but Hodgins cut him off.

"Just what are we looking for, Booth man?" Before Seeley could answer, Angela began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Seeley asked, jumping down from the roof. Angela had one arm wrapped around her stomach and was pointing with her free hand. Seeley followed it and began to laugh as well. Hodgins stood with 10 or so chickens around him and one in his arms, gently petting it.

"What?"

"You do know you're petting a chicken, don't you?" Seeley asked. Hodgins looked down at the bird in his arms and blushed.

"I like chickens," he said innocently, dropping it to the ground.

"What's so funny?" Tempe asked, coming up to the small group.

"Oh, Tempe, you missed it," Angela said, wiping a tear from her eye. Tempe looked at the two boys and then back to Angela.

"Miss what?"

"Exactly," Seeley said. "We're missing something. But what?" He began to pace.

"Do you always do that?" Tempe asked.

"Do what?"

"That! Pace. It drives me crazy."

"Do you always have to be annoying?" Seeley asked. Tempe crossed her arms. "And do you always have to do that? Cross your arms like you're better then the rest of us?"

"And do you two have to fight all the time?" Angela asked.

"Yes," came the response from both of them. After a few minutes of silence, Tempe spoke.

"Can we go talk to Lowery now?" Seeley stopped his pacing and looked at his team.

"Hodgins. I want you and Angela to stay here. Keep looking for anything that might be able to help us. I'll meet you back at the tree in two hours." Seeley began to walk off with Tempe following. "And where do you think you're goin'?" he asked turning to face her.

"With you."

"Hell no you don't. This is FBI work."

"Then what would you have me do, Agent Booth?"

"I don't care, but stay out of my way."

"I'm coming with you. We're suppose to be a team," Tempe told him.

"A team yes. But this is fieldwork. You're a squint, Brennan."

"Stop calling me that! My name is Temperance. Not Brennan."

"Fine, Temperance. But you're still staying here."

"Like hell I am. I'm coming with you." Seeley took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly. She's gonna kill me, he thought.

"Fine. You can come, but," he said. "But you don't say anything. I'm doing the talkin'. Deal?" Tempe worked her jaw as she thought.

"Yeah, fine, whatever."

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