A/N: Katylar pointed out that Agent Weasley is a little…what's the word… one-dimensional. So in this chapter I hope I answer a few thing about her…and of course leave you with even more questions!

Not my best chapter by far, but it needed to be wrote.

Diana Weasley walked out of the FBI building, heading toward her car. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a rubber band. Running her hands through her blond hair, she pulled her hair high on her head and used the band to secure a ponytail. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. This isn't going very well, she thought. Diana approached her car, and hit the button to unlock the doors. She quickly got in and started the engine. Turning the air condition on full blast to try to cool the car. Diana sucked in a breath and then let it out. What am I going to do it they figure it out? She glanced over her shoulders and pulled out of the parking spot.

As she weaved in and out of traffic, Diana let her mind wander over everything she knew. Booth is a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. Him and that doctor of his. Diana turned left onto a quiet side street. If they figure out my past then I'm screwed. Not only this assignment, but also probably my whole freakin' career. Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, she turned into a parking lot. I'll feel better after seeing Greg, she thought with a smile. I've been so busy with this case I haven't had time to see him. Diana pulled her car into a parking spot and cut off the engine. Pulling out her cell phone, she dialed a much familiar number. She heard three rings before he picked up. "Blancher."

"Hey there, baby."

"Diana," the smooth voice said. "How are you?"

"Could be better," she said with a smile.

"Oh? And how could it be better?"

"Well, for starters, a very handsome, very sweet, very lovable guy could invite me up." A deep rumble reached her ears.

"Well, I don't know someone like that, but I would love to see you. Are you off for the night?"

"I sure am."

"Where are you?"

"Um…why don't you look out the window," Diana said as she got out of the car. She watched the curtain to his apartment move and the face of Greg appeared. She gave a little wave.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise. You gonna stand out there all night, or are you coming up?"

"Thought you would never ask." She snapped her phone shut and started up toward Greg's apartment and what she knew would be a relaxing evening.

Diana gave a light tap on Greg's door, and when it opened up her breath caught in her throat. She never got tired of laying her eyes on the striking features of her longtime boyfriend. He was tall, with a muscular build that wasn't overpowering. His sandy blonde hair was close cropped, and his blue eyes were piercing. "I'm so happy to see you," Greg said, moving aside for her to enter. He closed the door, and then dropped a kiss on her lips.

"You don't know how happy I am to be here." Diana dropped her purse to the floor next the door and quickly pulled off her shoes. "This new case is driving me absolutely crazy." Greg gave a low laugh.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," he said. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"That would be great." She watched him walk around the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"Why don't I put on some dinner? Pasta good?" Diana nodded as she pulled out a bar stool and took a seat.

"Sounds great, Greg." He sat down a glass of pink liquid in front of her then turned and started supper.

"So tell me," he began. "Why is this case driving you crazy?" Diana rolled her eyes.

"Four words. Special Agent Seeley Booth."

"Ah, your partner. Is he that bad? That dumb?" Greg put a pot of water on the stove, and turned it on. He then poured in a small amount of oil, and turned back to Diana.

"Just the opposite," she said with a groan. "He's smart. Too smart." Diana dropped her head into her hands. "I can deal with the dumb ones. The ones that never ask a question about where I came from. The ones that are more than happy to be paired with a 'cute little thing'." Diana shook her head and looked up at Greg. "What I can't handle are the smart ones. The ones that question from day one who I am."

"Now, it can't be that bad, honey," Greg said, as he went back to the stove. The water had begun to boil and he quickly emptied a box of pasta into it. Then he opened a jar of pasta sauce and poured the contents into the second pot he had placed on the stove. "After all, he's just a FBI agent, right?"

"He's not just a FBI agent," Diana told Greg. "He's too blasted smart for my own good. And that bone doctor of his." She let out a low growl of frustration.

"Have you talked to colleagues?" Diana nodded.

"Sure have. Of both Booth and the doctor. I thought for sure I had something with one of Brennan's- that's the doctor, Temperance Brennan- team member. A guy named Jack Hodgins."

"Doctor Jack Hodgins?"

"You know him?" Diana was surprised by the fact.

"Not really, I met him once at some fundraiser last year. Neither one of us wanted to be there so we left early and grabbed a beer. If I remember correctly, he had a weak spot for the ladies."

"Yeah, that's what I was counting on. So I happened to run into him the other night at a local bar."

"Ah, you put on the ole Weasley charm."

"Tried too, anyhow. Had a few drinks with him and you know what he talked about? Do you know what that jerk of a scientist talked about?" she almost shouted.

"What?" Diana clenched her jaw together.

"He talked about Marilyn Monroe." Greg raised an eyebrow.

"As in the MarilynMonroe? As in happy birthday mister president Monroe?"

"Yup. He talked about how she didn't take her own life. About how she was murdered and the government covered it up." Greg laughed.

"Well, I guess everybody has to have a hobby."

"Yeah, but that doesn't help me any. Nobody else will give me the time of day. All the agents respect Booth and Brennan's team is just to close to rattle." Diana watched as Greg pulled the pot of noodles off the stove and dumped them in a strainer. He raised them, and then poured them back into the pot. He put a spoonful of butter on top, and mixed until it melted.

"Tell me about this Booth guy. What's he like?"

"He was an Army Ranger. Very good at what he did. Joined the FBI and quickly become a favorite. He became the agent between the FBI and Brennan and her team last year. Booth and Brennan became an instant team. Their case history is amazing." Greg placed a plate of pasta in front of Diana.

"Impressive. What about Brennan?" Diana smiled her thanks and waited for Greg to sit down beside her.

"Brennan is a world famous forensic anthropologist. She's very good at what she does and her team is the best at what they do. Brennan is a little out of touch with the world at large but they love her and would do anything for her. And so would Booth." She took a bite of her food and licked her lips. "This is good, sweetie."

"I'm so glad you approve." Greg and Diana ate in silence. Enjoying being together. "So do you think Santos knew how hard this would be when he assigned you?"

"Yeah, I think so. But it's really not his fault. We always consider FBI a little slow. I think he knew that Booth was good, but not how good." Again, they fell into quietness until they were both finished. Then they took their wine and got comfortable on the couch.

"So what are you going to do about Booth?"

"I don't know," Diana said, shaking her head. "We have a case to work, so I'm going to do the best I can. We're on the Whitman case."

"Tough break pulling that one," Greg said. "Are you close to solving it?"

"I have no idea, really. Booth isn't telling me everything he knows. If I had to bet, I would put money on him and Brennan figuring it out." Diana finished her wine and reached over and placed the empty glass on the coffee table. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprise if they figure me out as well."

"Now don't talk like that, sweetie," Greg cooed, as he placed his glass on the end table. "You're one of the best. And the best can't be out smarted by some FBI guy." Diana turned and laid down. Her head in Greg's lap; her feet propped up on the arm of the couch.

"Oh, how I wished I believed that, Greg."

"Well, you should believe it, because it's true. No way is Booth going to figure out the Whitman case before you. And no way will they figure out who you are. If you want, I can talk to Santos about running a little interference." Greg absently stoked her hair.

"Interference, huh?" Diana asked, looking up at him. "What kind of interference?" Greg smiled at her.

"Oh, I'm sure I can come up with something." His smile got wider as he slipped one hand under her shirt. "Right now, though, I think I can come up with something better to do than think about FBI." Diana giggled her approval as Greg's hand moved up to her breast.

There you have it. Chapter 11. Did you learn anything? Not to fear, back to Booth and Brennan in chapter 12! Hint: they wake up!

Please R&R! I'm beggin' you!

TBC: Chapter 12