(The Wanna Be in the Weeds)

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The picture of Brennan and Parker sitting on the credenza behind his desk seemed to attract Pam's attention and Booth stepped in between the picture and Pam to prevent her from getting a good look at his son. He didn't know why he'd felt compelled to do that, but Pam was putting off an odd vibe that made Booth's little alarm bells in his head go off. "Look Ms. Nunan, I'm not married and my relation with my partner is none of your business."

"I understand." Pam assumed that Booth wasn't attached to his partner like she had first thought. Whoever the boy was in the picture with Dr. Brennan she guessed it didn't really matter since the agent wasn't married. That had been the information she had been looking for. "I brought you something." She handed the bag containing socks to the agent and was pleased at his surprised expression. She planned to surprise him many times in the future.

Booth was trying to get Pam to tell him why she had asked to meet with him, but so far she was evading his questions and it was starting to annoy him. "You said you had information about Tommy Sour's murder."

Studying the commendations and awards on the walls, Pam was impressed. "I have faith that you'll find out who killed him and Tommy wouldn't want me to grieve forever."

His frustration growing, Booth tried to hand the socks back to Pam. "This is inappropriate, Ma'am."

Her giggle was loud and Booth could see she was amused. "Ma'am that is so cute . . . Well bye for now." On the way out of the door, Pam turned once more to get a look at Booth and beamed at him. Yes, Booth would make a great boyfriend and she planned to give him better presents than the socks in the future.

His gut told him that he should be wary of Pam Nunan, but he felt sorry for her more than anything. She was clearly an odd person and she probably didn't have a lot of friends. Still her present made him a little leery and she had wasted his time when he could have been at home with his girlfriend.

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Sweets had been pleased to see the partners working together so well after Max's trial. The therapist had been afraid that the couple was going to fall apart because of Brennan's stunt to get her father freed, but in the end it appeared that the partners had found a way to get past that and from what he could observe they seemed to be interacting like they should.

After meeting with Deputy Director Bishop, Sweets had been told to end the therapy sessions with the partners. Their time was too valuable to be wasted in therapy when they were clearly getting along and doing their jobs. Their solve rate had started to soar again and the Deputy Director and the Director were pleased.

Meeting with the partners at the Royal Diner, Sweets waited until their orders had been placed and with a cheerful smile on his face, broke the news. "You won't have to see me anymore . . . at least for therapy. The trial is over and you two have seemed to have settled down. Your solve rate is up again and the Deputy Director is pleased with both of you."

Glad that their time wouldn't be wasted anymore, Brennan placed her hand on Booth's arm and smiled. "That is excellent news. I'm glad to see that the Deputy Director finally came to his senses. We were fine before the trial and nothing has changed since thing. Booth and I didn't need your services in the first place."

Booth had resented the therapy at first, but he had used Sweets as a sounding board a few times before the trial and he had found the younger man to be a good listener. Not so good with advice, but a good listener. "That's great." Booth patted Brennan's hand and then sat back as their waitress delivered their drinks.

A little annoyed at Brennan's reaction, Sweets decided that to remark on it would be useless. Instead he turned his attention towards Booth. "Anytime you'd like to talk to me, just let me know. It can be about anything. Just because I'm not your therapist anymore doesn't mean you can't see me when you need to."

After he sipped some of his coffee, Booth nodded his head. "Thanks." The coffee not sweet enough, he added another packet of sugar. "Bones and I are waiting for Hodgins to check into something for us, it's possible we might wrap up our case this afternoon."

Sweets sipped his Coke and glanced at Brennan who was squeezing a slice of lemon in her iced tea. "That's good. Has Pam Nunan given you anymore gifts?"

"Nah." Booth didn't want to talk about Pam. "Once this case is done and we can tell her who killed Tommy she can move on."

"I think she wants to move on with you." Sweets had tried to warn Booth twice that Pam was transferring her interest from Tommy to him, but so far the Agent had ignored him. The psychologist was worried that Pam might not react well once she realized that Booth wasn't interested in her.

"What?" Booth glared at the younger man while Brennan tried to figure out why Sweets had made a comment like that.

"Why would you say that?" Brennan was truly puzzled and wanted an answer.

He knew that he finally had their attention and it was about time. "Pam Nunan gave Tommy gifts as a way to force a response from him. She knew that he would feel obligated to have some kind of relationship with her if she continued to shower him with gifts . . . very expensive gifts. Now that Tommy is dead she had transferred her affections towards you, Agent Booth and she has started by giving you gifts . . . socks. I would take this seriously if I were you."

Booth's gut told him that Sweets might be right, but he felt he could handle the situation. "Look, I get it. The next time I see her, I'll make it clear that I'm seeing someone else and I'm not interested. She'll move on and find someone else."

"I hope it's that easy." Sweets didn't think it would be.

Brennan shook her head. "Pam Nunan will have to accept the situation when she realizes that Booth is seeing me. I think you are worrying about nothing."

"I hope so." The therapist prayed Brennan was right, but he was afraid that she wasn't. Only time would prove who was right.

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Pam was dead and Booth was lying on the floor of the club bleeding from the bullet that had been meant for Brennan. Her hand pressed against his chest, Brennan tried to slow the bleeding waiting for the ambulance to arrive. "Come on Booth . . . Come on . . . Stay with me Booth you can't leave me . . . Stay Booth, I mean it you have to stay."

It seemed to take ages before help arrived and once it did it seemed that everything happened at once. Brennan had wanted to go with Booth to the hospital, but the policemen who had responded to the officer down call had forced her to stay and give her statement along with Hodgins, Angela, Cam and Sweets. Filled with anxiety, Brennan had tried to calmly tell the police officers what had happened, but she was sure she had betrayed her nervousness. After repeatedly telling her story to them and then an arriving homicide detective she was finally allowed to leave when Deputy Director Bishop arrived at the club and insisted that Brennan be allowed to go to the hospital. Everyone grateful for his assistance, Hodgins had volunteered to drive her to the hospital and after they gave their statements, Cam, Angela and Sweets planned to follow.

Once they were at the hospital, Brennan was informed that Booth had been rushed into surgery and she would have to wait in the waiting room for news. She had wanted to speak to someone about his condition, but no one was available. As the minutes passed and turned into an hour, Cam, Angela and Sweets arrived along with Deputy Director Bishop and Assistant Deputy Director Calvin Triche. One hour into the surgery, a nurse had come in to the waiting room and told Brennan and the Deputy Director that the surgery was going well. Two hours later, the Deputy Director left the room and no one paid attention to that fact. Brennan sat next to Angela and held her friend's hand while she waited to find out if her lover was going to survive the surgery or not.

The operation seemed to be taking too long and after a while Brennan left the room and demanded that a passing nurse find out what was going on. A few minutes later, a door opened across the hallway and Bishop beckoned for her to join him. "I need you to come with me."

Terrified that something had gone wrong, Brennan trembled as she followed Bishop down the long hallway. Once they were standing outside a room being guarded by an FBI agent whom Brennan recognized, the Deputy Director lowered his voice and tried to explain what was going on. "Booth is in recovery, he did well. He's unconscious right now, but his vitals are good . . . Dr. Brennan I would like to use this opportunity to try to lure out a terrorist we've been after for a long time. Booth worked his case off and on for a few years before he moved into Major Crimes, but the man fled the country and he vowed that he wouldn't be back unless it was to attend Booth's funeral. We would like to pretend that Booth is dead and hold a funeral for him. We're going to publicize his death and see if the terrorist will come back for the funeral."

Her trembling stopped now that she knew that Booth was safe and Brennan thought about the plan for a few seconds. It seemed to her that the plan wasn't a good one. "If Booth is unconscious then he couldn't have agreed to this plan. What about his grandfather and his son? It would be cruel to make them think that Booth is dead. He'd never agree to that and I can't agree to it either."

"You need not worry about the Booth's relatives." Bishop leaned against the wall, his voice still low. "We will inform them that Booth is still alive as soon as possible. I am letting you know because you have his medical power of attorney. If you agree to this you will need to play the part of the grieving girlfriend. Can you do that?"

Confident that she could, Brennan nodded her head. "Of course. I am an excellent actress."

Bishop studied Brennan for a few seconds and then finally made the decision. "Would you like to see Booth? As soon as you go and tell your friends about his death, he's going to be moved out of the hospital to a clinic in Maryland to recover there. You won't get to see him until this operation is over. He won't be allowed to call you either. You must play the part well and everyone must believe that Booth is dead."

"I understand." Brennan hated to think she wouldn't get to check on Booth as he recovered, but she knew it would just be for a short period of time. "Let me see him now."

Once in the room, the sight of her lover lying on the bed, tubes running to his arms, his left wrist ensnared by a pressure cuff, the heart monitor solemnly echoing the sound of his heart beat made Brennan feel sad, but grateful that he had come through the surgery. She had been afraid that she would lose him and that wasn't something she cared to think about. After she kissed his cheek, Brennan smiled at her sleeping boyfriend. "We're going undercover Booth. I'll see you in two weeks. I love you." One more kiss and she left the room and stood outside composing herself. She knew that she would have to pretend that she was upset and grieving, but she was afraid she might over react. Thinking it over carefully, Brennan decided that she would play the role in a subdued manner. It would be too embarrassing to overdo the grieving widow part. She had seen that done in the movies and found it to be very annoying and unbelievable.

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At first Booth couldn't understand why he was alone in the hospital room with Charlie Burns. His voice hoarse, Booth swallowed a sip of water that Charlie had given him and then looked around the room. "Where's Bones?"

Charlie patted Booth's knee and gave the man a weak smile. "Let me call the Deputy Director and let him talk to you. He can explain what is going on better than I can."

Fear shot through him and Booth thought the worse. "Is Bones . . . was Bones hurt when . . . did Pam shoot Bones . . . I . . ."

Charlie hadn't counted on Booth suspecting the worst and tried to calm the man down. "No Booth, no. Dr. Brennan is fine, really I swear it." Booth seemed to calm down immediately and for that Charlie was grateful. "Look, remember Michael Hexum?"

"No, who . . ." Booth was feeling muzzy headed and couldn't figure out who Charlie was talking about. "Where's Bones? Is she at work or something?"

"I'm trying to explain." Charlie gave Booth some ice chips since the man kept licking his lips. "Hexum was a terrorist who blew up three recruiting stations in New Jersey. That was your case for a while. He killed two marines and seriously hurt thee soldiers . . . do you remember now?"

Forcing himself to concentrate, Booth sighed. "Yeah, he left the country. I never could find that guy."

He had been worried that there was something wrong with Booth's memory, but Charlie realized that the agent was just confused from the anesthesia. "Yes, that's right. Remember he said that he wouldn't come back unless it was to your funeral? Well, that's why Dr. Brennan isn't here. You're dead right now, or at least as far as the world is concerned and because you're not alive right now, Dr. Brennan has to play her part and pretend that you're dead so that this will look real."

"Pops, my son Parker." Booth wanted to make sure that they knew he was okay. "They were told weren't they?"

"Yeah, of course." Charlie patted Booth's knee. "See you should have let Bishop explain it to you. Now your job is to get better and in two weeks I think we're going to have a funeral for you to see if Hexum shows up."

Not happy about being used as a pawn, Booth closed his eyes. "This is a stupid plan. The guy might not show up and then what?"

Charlie shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

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