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Chapter 5

Agent Booth was on his way over to Bones' apartment, to pick her up for dinner at Wong Foo's, when a thought occurred to him. Quickly, he

flipped open his cell phone, called directory information and got the

address he needed.

Swinging a wide U turn, he drove in the direction of the address he'd

just obtained, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark. He dialed one more

number.

"Hey Bones, I will pick you up in about 45 minutes, I got a quick

stop I need to make, okay?" he asked, struggling to keep his emotions in check, so as not to peak her curiosity.

"Fine, I have a few things I need to do around here anyway, see you then Booth" and with that, she hung up.

He was relieved she didn't ask him what he was doing, because he knew

she'd be royally pissed off. Best to get this out of the way now,

because if he didn't do it, no one else would. He had to make sure this little issue was taken care of quickly and cleanly.

Walking up the sidewalk to the front door of a small rambler style home, in a quiet, tree lined neighborhood, he pounded his fist on the door, hard. A light came on outside, and he saw a pair of gray eyes peek out between the blinds on the door. A moment later, a petite, red headed woman with mean looking eyes, opened the door to him.

"Yes? Can I help you?" She asked him, her eyes scanning him up and down, her lips smiling mischievously, one had on a thrust out hip, swinging her hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I am Agent Booth with the FBI. You are Genie Tilseth, and you can get your husband Mark out here, or should I call him David Simmons?

Whatever you call him, I am going to talk to him right now" with that

statement out of the way, he pushed his way into an elegantly decorated

Entryway and living room.

Without waiting for invitation, he settled into a chair and waited for

Genie, who quickly scurried out of the room, casting a quick nervous glance over her shoulder at him, to fetch him David...or

Mark, or whatever the hell his name was.

A moment later, he heard hard footsteps approach from a nearby

stairwell. David appeared, looking quite upset. Standing above Booth, he glared down at him, looking furious, his hands thrust into his pockets of his chinos.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Booth?" he asked, breathing hard, as if he had been running a marathon just prior to their conversation. His eyes gleaming angrily.

"I could be asking you the same thing MARK" Booth said back to him, eyes calm and unflinching, his hands folded before him.

"I don't know what you are talking about" David replied, his eyes

skipping away guiltily, Genie quickly disappeared into the kitchen from the stop of the stairwell, to no doubt continue to eavesdrop.

"Look, lets just cut the crap okay? I was at DeGidios the other night; I overheard EVERYTHING you said about Bones...I mean Temperance. I know

you were planning on taking her money and running to the Caymans. You

know what? That isn't going to happen"

Standing abruptly, and using one finger to poke David in the chest to

drive home the point he was about to make.

"Here is what IS going to happen, okay, so listen up. You and Genie are

going to pack up all your stuff, and you are both going to be out of

this house and out of DC within the next 3 hours. Or you can just go,

leave her here for all I care, with all your stuff, whatever. . 3 hours. If you are not gone, I am going to do everything in my power to ruin what's left of your so-called life. Being a FBI Agent, you know, that's a lot of power, and you and I know both know there is a lot I can do to ruin both of your lives, so I uh, suggest you get packing now" he gestured around with his palm.

"I will be back in 4 hours to make sure its all cleared out too" he

said, eyebrows raised.

"Oh yeah, and you will never contact her again either" he added, jaw clenched, a slight tic working beneath his eye.

David sat down on the nearby sofa, and looked up at a smug Booth.

"Why are you doing this? I mean, come on, she has enough money. I could

probably get you a portion...," he said weakly, and tried to smile, which quickly disappeared when he saw the dark look in the Agents eyes.

"I think you've already done enough, you better get going. Don't try to

contact her, either I will know, I have my uh, sources, you know?" with

a satisfied smile, he turned, and walked to the front door, looking over his shoulder as David called out to him again

"I wish I could tell you I never meant to hurt her, but the truth is, I

really don't give a rat's ass about how she felt. I was just looking for a way to get rich quick. Lets face it, she may be smart, but she isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box either, is she?" he admitted with a wry laugh, looking down and shaking his head.

With two long strides, Booth was over to where David was sitting, grabbing him by his collar, and convincing him with his fist to reconsider his last statement. "I didn't quite catch that, could you run that by me again?" He said between clenched teeth, his fist posed to slam into his quickly swelling nose, blood trickling out of one nostril.

With a wheeze, David stammered: "Uh..." he cleared his throat

"What I meant to say is, uh... You best take good care of her, as anyone with half a brain can see you are half in love with her"

Booth let him go, patted him on the shoulder and without another word,

walked out, started his SUV and drove away.

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