(Season 11)

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Booth walked out the break room, coffee in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other. As he bit into his cookie, he turned the corner and walked into the bullpen only to find his three most junior agents standing just inside the room, their backs toward him. Each agent held a cup of coffee and cookie in each hand.

"Did you hear what happened at the crime scene this morning?" Special Agent Ross Brantner laughed. "One of the techs removed a bone from the crime scene before Dr. Brennan and Dr. Saroyan saw it and Dr. Brennan yelled at the tech. Made him cry I heard."

"What a vindictive bitch." Special Agent Rodney Baker chuckled. "It's really amazing. I heard the only agent that will work with her is Booth. He's the head of Major Crimes. It's not his job to babysit Dr. Brennan."

"Well, they're married, so I suspect he doesn't have a choice." Special Agent Marie Jones shook her head. "Poor guy."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Booth was livid. In fact he was so filled with rage his face was red, his gaze very menacing.

Startled, all three agents whipped around, two of them sloshing hot coffee on their hands. The sight of their department supervisor behind them with the look of cold menace on his face made all three wish they were somewhere else.

Agent Baker tried to answer the question. "Agent Booth . . . we . . ."

After setting his cup and cookie down on a nearby desk, Booth moved closer to the trio. "Shut up." Flexing his hands, Booth fought to control his temper. Coldly he glanced at each agent and nodded his head. "Let me tell you about Dr. Brennan. She's the best forensic anthropologist in the world, not just this country, but the world. Because of her, the FBI has closed cases that were almost impossible to solve."

Booth leaned on the desk and watched as each agent shifted their feet. He knew they wanted to flee. "She's a certifiable genius. She speaks eight languages, two of which you idiots probably have never heard of before. She's a polymath for God's sake . . . We have rules and those rules are in place to help the prosecutor do his or her job. That tech this morning made a huge mistake. We do not move evidence until our Jeffersonian team looks at it first and it's documented. We cannot be sloppy about our jobs. If we don't do our jobs right, murderers could go free."

He knew these people were young and just starting their careers, but he needed them to realize just how serious their jobs were. "I work with Dr. Brennan because she only works with the best and I am the best around here." He saw a smirk on Agent Brantner's face and moved away from the desk so that he was mere inches from the agent. "You think I'm joking or maybe you think I'm just a cocky son-of-a-bitch? . . . which is it?"

The anger rolling off Booth was palpable and Agent Brantner was suddenly afraid. "Neither sir. I'm sorry."

Aubrey entered the room and knew that there were three agents being handed their heads. Interested, he stood in the doorway and watched.

"This department has the highest solve rate on the east coast." Booth stepped back and leaned against the desk again. "We couldn't have done it without Dr. Brennan and her team at the Jeffersonian. Don't get me wrong. Our FBI forensic team is top notch, but they still need the Jeffersonian to help them out because everyone at the Jeffersonian has years of experience and know what they're looking for when we have tough cases handed to us."

Calmer now, Booth pointed at the cookies each agent was holding. "You got those cookies from the break room. Those cookies were made by my wife, Dr. Brennan. She made the kids some cookies last night and she thought it would be nice for me to bring some to work for you guys. She's like that. She does kind things like that all the time because she wants to, not because she has too. She works her ass off and she still finds time to do nice things for our kids and for you unappreciative sons-of-bitches . . . She's not a vindictive bitch." Booth glared at Agent Baker. "Yeah I heard that."

His cheeks now a scarlet red, Baker swallowed the lump in his throat. "Um, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"You got that right." Booth picked up his cookie and cup of coffee and continued to stare at his agents. "This had better be the last time I ever hear you say anything bad about Dr. Brennan. The next time, I just may transfer your asses to Fargo, North Dakota or someplace colder . . . We are damn lucky to have Dr. Brennan working with us. We will all follow proper procedures when out in the field and you will show her and everyone else from the Jeffersonian respect. They damn well have earned it. Am I clear?"

All three agents quickly nodded their heads. "Yes Sir."

His face still a menacing mask, Booth said two words which caused the agents to race from the room. "Get out!"

Once the room was clear of the younger agents, Agent Martinez chuckled and called out to his supervisor from his desk across the bullpen. "Wow, Booth. Those kids are going to be afraid to sneeze around Dr. Brennan from now on."

"Good." Booth growled. "I won't put up with anymore shit from them or anyone else around here. This is the FBI and that means decorum and proper respect where it's due."

Agent Martinez nodded his head. "They'll learn."

Aubrey decided it was time to step into the conversation. "They better. Dr. B will eat them alive if they fool with her."

His eyes gleaming, Booth turned to look at his friend. "Ain't that the truth? I hope they're careful around Bones. I warned them and that's all I can do."

"Well, I think we've all see the movie Fargo." Aubrey glanced at Booth's cookie. "I've never been there and I don't think I'd like it. I could be wrong, but all that snow." The agent shivered. "Brrr." His tongue peeking out of his lips. Aubrey pointed over his shoulder. "You said there are cookies in the breakroom?"

Martinez stood up and walked rapidly across the room. "Shit Aubrey, let me get a cookie first before you inhale the rest of them." The agent hurried out of the room and down the hallway.

Booth laughed and sipped his coffee. "You better hurry Aubrey. There were only three cookies left when I picked up this one."

In a state of panic, Aubrey pivoted and raced towards the break room. "Martinez, do not take all the cookies."

Booth could hear the faint reply from the break room and laughed. "Too late."

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