So today we celebrate Wear Purple for Peace Day. This chapter will bring back someone from the past as the Bones gang celebrates this very special day.

Rated very strong 'T' for B & B fun.

Enjoy.

May 16, 2022

"Booth did you remember to wear purple today?" Brennan asked from the closet.

On the bed, Booth grabbed a pair of socks and put them on. "Yeah Bones. I'm wearing purple socks and a purple tie. Hopefully Hacker stays far away today."

"What's going on with Andrew?"

Booth hated how his wife still called him 'Andrew'. "He's just been a pain lately. He's always around, giving little critiques about things, nagging me and Aubrey about expense reports and other shit. Today is supposed to be a fun day for our agents, so hopefully he just stays in his office and picks his nose like other Associate Deputy Directors used to do."

"Should I go talk to Andrew? Maybe I can help—"

"No Bones…it's fine." The last thing Booth wanted was his wife to go in and talk to his boss to quit picking on him. "Aubrey and I will be fine."

"Okay." Brennan came out of the closet pulling a top over her. "Do you want to go over our case at the lab later today over coffee?"

Standing up, Booth shook his head. "I'm going to be busy, Bones. Let's videoconference."

"Booth, they're selling apple pie at the coffee stand today. You always come by when that's available." Brennan crossed her arms. "Is this because today is Wear Purple for Peace Day?"

Booth groaned, knowing he was busted. "Bones, I don't want to hear Hodgins go on and on about how today originated from people afraid that aliens would avoid Earth because they think we're too mean."

"Booth, world peace is something we all strive for, isn't it?"

The agent growled. "Yes Bones, but..."

"Okay, a compromise…" Brennan put her hands on her husband's shoulders. "We will have coffee out in the courtyard, away from the lab. How about that?"

Booth considered nodding. "Fine, but no alien shit from Bug Boy, okay?"

Unbeknownst to them, Christine overheard her father's last comment in the doorway. Standing with her hands on her hips in a style eerily like her mother, she confronted Booth. "Daddy, you're supposed to say, 'poop'. You have to put a dollar in the swear jar now."

"I'm sorry, Christine." Booth looked back at his wife. "Bones, I'll come have coffee with you in your office or wherever, but if Hodgins spits out any of his alien s…poop, I'm leaving. I mean it."

"That is acceptable. Christine, why don't join Hank for breakfast and we'll be there in a minute." When the blonde was gone, Brennan put on a chunky amethyst necklace. "In the spirit of today, I'm also wearing something purple…and it's not just my necklace."

Booth knew that gleam in his wife's eyes. "Can I see them?"

"Later after the kids go to bed." Brennan helped her husband arrange his tie. "You look very handsome, Booth."

Booth pecked his wife's lips. "Thank you, Bones."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Booth was getting his coffee in the 4th floor break room when a noticeably tired Aubrey entered. "Long night?"

"Yeah. The twins kept us up all night again." Aubrey pressed the button on the cappuccino machine for a macchiato. "They're always hungry it seems. Jess said this morning that her boobs are off limits today."

"Aubrey!" Booth shook off the image.

"Sorry…" Aubrey observed what Booth was wearing. "Nice tie, Booth."

Booth smirked at his friend. "Broke out the purple Oxford shirt today, I see. Nice."

"Thanks. Jess says the shirt brings out my eyes." Aubrey yawned while examining the donuts available. "So, all my agents are wearing purple today, Booth. How about Homicide?"

"Chamberlain forgot…" Booth saw his friend's cocky grin. "One day, Aubrey. Homicide is still going to raise the most money for Childrens' Hospital's Neurofibromatosis Institute at the end of summer. Then, after Bones and Hodgins match our donations, it will be the Homicide Division that Bones will take to that fancy dinner at Rasika. If I could bet on us, I would."

"Homicide will try their best, Booth, but Major Crimes has this one in the bag and United Teachers Fund will have more money than your charity."

Booth smiled. "You're deluding yourself, Aubrey, but that's okay. Jessica will still love you."

"So will Dr. B when your division loses." Aubrey retorted before the two friends laughed together. "Are we still on for lunch today?"

Booth wiped out his Steelers cup with his tie and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Yeah. I'm going to the lab to go over my case with Bones around 9:30, but I'll meet you at your office around 12:30 so we can head to the diner. I'll even get you an industrial size thing of that quad shot cinnamon foamy crap you like so much. Looks like you need it."

"Funny." Biting into his long john, the younger man grabbed his finished macchiato and headed back to Major Crimes. "See you at lunch."

"Later." Booth grabbed a donut and walked out of the break room. He was about to cross Homicide's bullpen he heard a voice he'd come to dread. Knowing there was no escape, he turned around with a smile. "Associate Deputy Director Hacker. What can I do for you this morning?"

Hacker looked at his watch. "I still haven't received your May spreadsheet on Homicide's expense reports."

Booth bit his tongue. Hacker was obviously spoiling for a fight, but he was not going to give it to him. "I'm having a meeting with Agent Sanderson to finalize his expense report since it's his first one. When that's done, I will email that spreadsheet to you."

"Soon, Booth. I have to compile a final report for all of the departments to the Director before Memorial Day, and the only two two that I'm still waiting on is yours and Agent Aubrey's." Hacker eyed the other agent's tie and glanced around the room. "Interesting tie, Booth."

Booth kept his cool. "It's Wear Purple for Peace Day. My division and Aubrey's are donating $2.00 for charity to participate today. Kind of a fun thing for the agents and for a good cause."

"I see…" Hacker looked around with a critical eye before turning back to Booth. "I want that report today, Booth."

"You will have it today." Booth held back from grinding his teeth as he watched the other man walk away. "Asshole."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Booth arrived at the lab with two cups of coffee and a piece of apple pie. Not finding her in her office, or Angela's, he reluctantly made the trek to the Ookey Room, where he was greeted by a purple banner above the door containing a green alien proclaiming, 'Humans are welcome on Earth!'.

Shaking his head, he walked in to find his wife and Jessica with Hodgins standing in front of what Booth recognized as some vacuum machine. "Hey Bones."

An excited Brennan made the short trek to her husband and accepted the coffee offered. "Booth! You came at a perfect time. Dr. Hodgins is showing us how his upgraded Vacu-Metal Chamber can now obtain fingerprints from a saw covered in feces."

Making a face, Booth stayed in the doorway. "I'll just wait here."

"You're missing out, Booth." Jessica, wearing a purple wrap dress, turned back and aimed her phone. "I can't wait to send this to Aubrey."

Booth continued to cringe. "Showing him before lunch may not be a good idea, Jessica…"

The redhead laughed as she filmed the demonstration. "He's survived our twins' diaper changes, Booth. He'll be fine…awesomesauce, Curly!"

"It is, isn't it?" Hodgins, wearing a purple t-shirt under his hoodie adorned with a green alien on the front matching the banner, turned around to see Booth. Already warned by Angela and Brennan to keep the alien talk to a minimum, he grabbed a folder and gave it to the agent. "Here's my report on the Styles case, Booth."

"Yeah, thanks Hodgins. Bones, are you ready to go over the—" Booth heard a beep from his FBI phone. "Excuse me."

Brennan sipped her coffee but saw the irritation on her husband's face. "Booth what's wrong?"

"That was Aubrey. We've been called to a 11:00 meeting with Hacker regarding our agents' violation of the dress code." Booth shoved the phone back in his pocket. "What an asshole."

"Dress code?" Brennan asked.

Booth sighed. "My guess is he saw everyone wearing purple and because we're not all in crisp white shirts, he's going to try pulling rank. He's been such an ass the last few weeks."

"Why does he care so much?" Hodgins asked. "They never seemed to care about things like purple ties and your socks before."

"Associate Deputy Director Hacker has been very well versed on FBI guidelines since the newest contract for the FBI-Jeffersonian partnership was signed." Booth growled. "I know he was irritated with the changes taking place next month, but this is the last straw."

"What are you and Aubrey going to do, Booth?" Brennan asked.

"He wants to pull rank with us, so be it." Booth gave a wide smile. "Aubrey and I are going to celebrate Wear Purple for Peace Day the FBI way."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

At 10:50, Booth and Aubrey went up to the 6th floor with a smile on their faces. The Homicide SAC was annoyed with the purple theme today, but now it was going to work in his favor.

"This should be fun, Booth." Aubrey chuckled.

"Yes it will, Aubrey."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

At 11:17 AM, Hacker sat back in his office with a smile on his face. He purposely kept Agents Booth and Aubrey waiting to make them sweat as he enjoyed his thoughts.

Moving up to Associate Deputy Director three years ago took him out of the Enforcement arm of the FBI, but it made him one step closer to being Director someday. With Human Resources reporting to him, he managed to keep the FBI Liaison program under his command, maintaining his connection to the Jeffersonian Lab and Temperance. Then those two jackasses, along with Dr. Saroyan manage to get that program taken away from him starting next month.

Booth had disrespected him for years and it was time to show the special agent and his compadre that the Associate Deputy Director of the FBI meant business.

Looking at the clock, he decided that he kept them stewing long enough, so he let his secretary know to let the men in. However, the smile dropped when everyone walked in. Remembering his manners, Hacker quickly stood up.

"Deputy Director Stark. I'm sorry…I didn't realize you were here. I'm sure Agents Booth and Aubrey don't mind waiting while we talk. My secretary should have told me you were here, but I'll have a chat with her later about protocol."

"I was the one who told her not to let you know I was here, Andrew and I'm not here to meet with you." Stark replied. "I've decided that I would like to sit in on this meeting you've scheduled with Booth and Aubrey…if that's all right with you."

Hacker noted Stark's informal use of the agents' names as well as the fact that he was wearing a lilac shirt with his suit. "Of…of course."

"You can have this chair, Deputy Director. I prefer to stand." Aubrey motioned to the chair next to Booth.

"Thank you, Agent Aubrey." Stark sat down and got comfortable. "We can start whenever you're ready, Andrew."

Knocked off his game, Hacker stumbled as he began to speak. "Agent Booth, Agent Aubrey, we need to discuss your agents' lack of understanding of the dress code."

"All our agents, while wearing purple, were dressed within the FBI dress code of a suit." Aubrey asked. "I've worn blue shirts and many agents wear button up shirts of various colors, so I'm not seeing what the issue is."

"Agent Aubrey, per regulations, the FBI agents dress code specifies a white dress shirt. No colors or logo on their outerwear is accepted unless it's FBI issued." Hacker turned to Booth. "Agent Booth, you've set a less than stellar example of this with your hockey ties. It seems that because of your influence, Agent Aubrey is now running Major Crimes with the same disregard for the dress code."

"Associate Deputy Director, while I've learned a great deal while working with Booth in Homicide for almost three years, I am my own person." Aubrey replied. "I've also observed agents of both genders in other divisions, including when I worked at the Detroit and New York field offices, wear blouses and shirts of several different shades. No one ever said a word to us or any of them about it, not even the Director himself."

Booth crossed one leg over the other. "I have no issue with what my agents are wearing as long as they look professional. The purple today is part of a series of fun summer holidays Agent Aubrey, and I are observing with donations to charity at the end of the summer. We're chosen days that will allow the agents to maintain decorum and are within FBI regulations."

Hacker didn't like the two agents' easy answers. "Your disregard for FBI regulations has gone unchecked and using the FBI to solicit funds is egregious. You two—"

"Andrew, I've personally approved this request of Agents Booth and Aubrey to do these holiday collections in their divisions and the Director thinks it's a great way to improve morale and help the community." The older man indicated to his tie. "The Director and I are also participating with our donations to be given at the end of the challenge to the division who raises the most money."

Andrew realized he'd dug himself into a hole and struggled to get out. "Well, I didn't know…"

"I've also seen the agents in Major Crimes and Homicide today. All were dressed in clean suits with pressed shirts or ties in various shades of purple. Shoes were all within regulation and I didn't see anything that would put the FBI in a bad light."

"But the handbook—"

"Is a guide, not black letter law. While the standards have been stricter in the past, here at the DC office, I have no issue with letting the SACs determine what is best for their division." Stark replied patiently. "Mr. Hacker, I do appreciate your sharper attention and adherence to maintaining the FBI standards. However, but I think that as long as these men and the agents under them are performing to the top of their abilities, perhaps our attention should be spent towards bigger concerns, yes?

Hacker knew he was screwed, so he did the only thing he could do. "Maybe I did go a little above and beyond, Sir…I do oversee Human Resources and I think it's important to set an example."

"Of course…I understand." Stark stood up, put his hands in his pockets and walked right up to Andrew's desk. "I know that the change in responsibility of overseeing the FBI Liaison program moving from yourself to Agents Booth and Aubrey next month came as a surprise. However, the Director agreed with Dr. Saroyan and the agents' point that with them working closer with the agents that it made more sense for them to run the program together, especially since all SACs and executive directors report to me directly."

Hacker exhaled. "Of course, Sir. I feel that I did a good job of finding candidates, but if the Director and Dr. Saroyan felt a change was necessary, the success of the FBI-Jeffersonian partnership should override any one employee's ego."

"I'm glad you agree. You're a busy man at the FBI and you shouldn't have to concern yourself with things such as dress codes when you have your hands full with all of Human Resources and IT, Andrew. Besides, the last thing we want to do is give the Jeffersonian Medico Legal Lab the impression that the FBI doesn't appreciate their concerns or needs within our partnership."

"No, no, not at all." Humbling himself, Hacker smiled. "I just want what's best for the FBI…and the lab. Being Associate Deputy Director is an important job and I want to make sure I do it right."

"Of course, Andrew. For what it's worth, I find that the best way to do my job is to prioritize what's important. For example, an agent's conduct is more important than what color their shirt is. I also try to look at things like maintaining morale in the Bureau. This can be a very stressful profession and we ask a lot of our agents, so activities like celebrating holidays, potlucks, and friendly competitions are fun ways to let them know that we appreciate them and their sacrifices, don't you think?"

"Yes…yes, sir." A humiliated Hacker muttered.

"Most of all," Stark said with a cold smile. "The safety of our country depends on our agents and other support employees' morale being top notch, which includes supporting them in whatever they need to be successful. In my opinion, that includes Directors coaching their SACs when needed instead of nit picking about unimportant things. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, Andrew. I'm glad we share the same point of view." Stark nodded at Booth and Aubrey, who gathered by the door. "Now, if you have any other concerns about the enforcement divisions and their conduct, feel free to come to my office. I'll always have an open door for you, Andrew."

"Yes, Sir." Hacker said through clenched teeth before turning to the two agents. "Agent Booth, Agent Aubrey…part of my job is to oversee FBI regulations. I'm sorry if my efforts have been misconstrued as malicious. That wasn't my intent."

"Not a problem, Associate Deputy Director." Booth stood closer to Stark in a subtle show of power. "It was nice that we could all get together and clear things up. I'll have that spreadsheet ready for you in about an hour since you're waiting on it."

"I'll have mine to you tomorrow morning." Aubrey responded. "I'm just waiting for ASAC Shaw to finish hers and she's working from home today because her daughter is sick."

"I appreciate that, Agents." Hacker said succinctly.

Stark turned around. "Andrew, I do appreciate you overseeing the expense reports while I've been occupied these last few weeks, but starting next month, I'll take over the expense reports again. This way, you can concentrate on your departments."

"Of course, Deputy Director." Hacker smiled through his fury as the three walked out the door.

Leaving Hacker's office, the group stood in the hallway. "Booth, Aubrey, if either of you have any other concerns about Mr. Hacker, you also always have an open door."

"Thank you, Deputy Director." Booth replied.

"Appreciate that, Deputy Director." Aubrey chimed in as the three separated.

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

Later that night, Booth came back into the living room where Brennan was enjoying a glass of Merlot. When she held up a glass of Scotch for him, he sat next to her and took her offering.

"Bones, you know me too well."

"I do Booth. I still can't believe that Andrew grew so petty because he can no longer choose agents to be part of the FBI Liaison program. Your division doesn't even report to him." Brennan sipped her wine. "This recent change makes more sense."

"Well Bones, it's his pride…and you." Booth sipped his Scotch.

"Booth…"

"Bones, it's true. He still has the hots for you, and it was his last link to you. However, running the FBI Liaison program is an important job. They gave it to Hacker because he oversees Human Resources, but he kept choosing ass kissers instead of the best. As you know, when it came time to renew the FBI contract with the lab last month, Cam told the Director that she would not renew unless Aubrey and I took over the program. He listened to her reasons and agreed. I'm sure Hacker blames Aubrey and I for losing the program, but oh well."

"Well, I'm glad things were settled, Booth." Brennan nodded. "You've also demonstrated a great understanding of today's holiday."

"Yeah, I guess Aubrey and I did promote peace today." Booth sipped his drink and looked his wife up and down. "Bones, you did promise me that you would show me your purple tonight."

"Yes, I did, Booth and I will fulfill the terms of my contract."

Standing up, the forensic anthropologist stripped down to a lilac-colored lace bra and panty set. Immediately, Booth began to drool at the perfection that was his wife and was pleasantly surprised to have her straddle his lap.

"I like this Wear Purple for Peace Day, Bones. We have to do this again."

"Of course, Booth. World peace is something we all should strive for." Brennan immediately kissed him, and they began to enjoy the rest of their evening.

I took liberties with Andrew Hacker and what his role is in the FBI using the real life Bureau's Organizational Chart for guidance. The ADD's role is mostly overseeing Human Resources and Information Technology for the Bureau. I will be posting this chart on my Fanfiction Pinterest Board (MIBonesFan) or it can be found on Google.