(A Night in the Bones Museum)

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She flipped through the pictures on Booth's phone and studied each room. This house seemed to be what she and Booth were looking for and she thought it might be an excellent idea to arrange an appointment with the realtor to see it.

Carrying two glasses of wine over to the couch, Booth handed Brennan one of the glasses before he sat down next to her. "Well, what do you think?"

"I think it might be what we are looking for." Brennan handed him his phone and sipped some of her wine. "What did you think of it?"

Before he answered, Booth thought about his promise to let her buy the house. If she was paying for it, did he have a right to complain about it? "It's big." That sounded neutral enough.

"Yes, it is." Brennan had liked the spaciousness of the living room and the master bedroom. "I like that the bedroom at the end of the hallway has a handicapped bathroom attached. It would be perfect when Hank comes for a visit and for you if in the future you need it. If your bones continue to deteriorate it is possible that you will need the built in walk-in bath."

Alarmed that she thought he was falling apart, Booth protested. "Hey, I am not deteriorating okay? I've had some broken bones in the past, but that doesn't mean I'm falling apart."

She could have mentioned his weak back and his feet, but decided she didn't want to start an argument. "I am merely stating that the walk-in bath might come in handy in the future . . . I think I'll make some arrangements to see it . . . unless you have objections to my buying the house. Do you?"

What could he say? The house was too expensive as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't paying for it. She wanted it, but did he have a right to keep her from getting what she wanted? "No, I don't have any objections." He would have preferred a smaller house, a cheaper one, but he really wanted to make her happy.

His hesitation before answering hadn't gone unnoticed, but Brennan assumed that her boyfriend was being careful and mulling over the situation. She didn't mull, but she knew he did. "Alright. The den in the basement could be your man cave. You could display your Sports things as well as some of your collectables. The master bedroom would be ours of course . . . the bedroom at the end of the hall would be used as a guest bedroom. The room across from ours could be used for Parker's room and the room next to us and across from the guest bedroom would be a spare . . . I think I can use part of the living room as an office area . . . a room divider could be used to designate my office space from the rest of the living room."

Booth was impressed that she had already come up with ideas about the house. "Okay, if you want me to go with you to see the house let me know." He sipped more wine and resolved to accept what was going on. He wanted his girlfriend to be happy and it this house made her happy then so be it. "How was the mummy? Was it all you hoped it would be?"

Her face glowed with excitement. "I am so glad that I was allowed to participate in the initial examination. We swabbed the bindings on the mummy in several places and the sarcophagus. Hodgins was very excited . . . The Cat scan is scheduled to be done in a few days. I won't be part of that . . . I think it will be The Jeffersonian's most popular display this year. The Egyptian government sent not only Anok's body and sarcophagus, but several stela and some statues. It is a wonderful collection."

He loved how excited she was even after seeing the artifacts for hours that day. "Well, I think we should go to bed early tonight . . . I mean to sleep. Last night was fun, but I'm tired. Four hours sleep isn't a lot and I'm not eighteen anymore."

Brennan felt guilty for keeping Booth up so late the previous evening, but she had enjoyed the sex and it had helped her relax. "Yes, of course." She finished her wine and took Booth's empty wine glass from him. "I'm a little tired myself." She was pleased that the house they were searching for might be theirs in a matter of days. All in all, she was quite happy with the way things were going in her life.

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She found some time to meet with Susan Clayton to look over the house. Booth was in a meeting with the Deputy Director, so she decided to examine the house by herself. She had approved of the front yard and the copious amounts of shade from the mature oak trees. The back yard was also shaded by oak trees and pecan trees which would help in the summer. Washington D.C. could be very hot in the summer and autumn and the shade would help cool the yards and the house. She knew that deep shade could lower the temperatures as much as ten degrees.

The house was as spacious as the pictures had hinted at. Once she saw the basement, she thought the room could be divided into Booth's media room and perhaps a game room or another guest bedroom. Surely Booth wouldn't need the entire basement and she wanted the space to be used wisely.

The bedrooms were pleasing and the guest bedroom at the end of the hall was exactly what she had hoped for, for Hank when he visited. The small attached bathroom had a walk-in bath and there were hand rails near the tub and the toilet. The floor was tile and there was a drain in the floor between the tub and the toilet near the back wall.

She liked to cook and the kitchen was spacious and had adequate storage for appliances and other kitchen accoutrements. The major appliances were new and the pantry was the size of a walk-in closet.

The tour over, Brennan walked with the realtor to the front door. "I think this will do. I will make arrangements with my bank in the next few days to purchase this house. I will be paying cash of course."

"Of course." Susan was excited. She had hoped that the house would sell quickly and she was so happy that Dr. Brennan was willing to pay the asking price. "Your boyfriend loved the garage. He looked at it twice when he was here."

That was interesting news. Brennan imagined that Booth would want to use it as a workshop to tinker with his Mustang. There was more than enough room for her car too. "It is nice and the work bench and shelving in the back of the garage will be adequate when it comes time to store his tools and manuals." She had been uncertain about Booth's reaction to the house, but now that she knew he liked the garage she was more confident in purchasing the house. "Do you require a deposit?"

Susan nodded her head. She had rules her agency insisted she follow. "Yes." Before she could say anything further, Brennan pulled a checkbook from her purse, filled out a check and handed it to the realtor.

Her eyes bulging, Susan was a little breathless at the amount of the deposit especially since it was a tenth of the purchasing price. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I'll start the paper work when I get back to the office and I will wait to hear from your bank. Congratulations. It's a wonderful house and you will find it is in a great neighborhood."

Pleased that she and Booth were now homeowners, she knew that they could plan for a child, possibly in the near future. She could always use the bedroom next to the master bedroom as the baby's room. That had been why she had wanted a four bedroom house in the first place.

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They were working on the case of the murder of Dr. Kaswell and Brennan was very annoyed that the mummy Anok had been so heavily damaged when stolen. They had been very lucky to get it back. Even though she had nothing to do with the damage, she felt that her reputation was on the line since she worked for the Jeffersonian. Her name had been attached to the mummy from the beginning and now she felt that her reputation was being stained through no fault of her own.

While she was attempting to help Booth find out who had killed Dr. Kaswell, she also became interested in Anok's history. There seemed to be some incongruities between the legend of his possibly being the murderer of his brother and the physical evidence that said otherwise. It was a fascinating conundrum and she was just the one to solve it.

The fact that the investigation led to Dr. Turnball was appalling to Brennan. The man had killed Dr. Kaswell because she had discovered a large ruby in Anok's chest and she had shared that information with Turnball. Once more someone at the Jeffersonian had betrayed Brennan's beloved house of science and reason and she found it hard to forgive.

While it had been disheartening to find that a man of science had once more killed for money, she had found it very satisfying that she and her team had discovered that Anok had not been a murderer after all. The Egyptian government had been so grateful that she had exonerated Anok that they had awarded her a medal and they had given her a party in her honor.

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The party had been an elaborate affair and for most of the time, Brennan had been uncomfortable. She loved to teach and large classes filled with students filled her with pride, but having to deal with fawning crowds of government dignitaries and Jeffersonian board members were not something she sought out. She knew she was the best anthropologist in the world and she didn't need government entities to tell her that. Still, it was an honor and her due she supposed.

Booth sat at their table watching Brennan give her speech. He was so proud of her he thought he just might pop the buttons off his shirt. He loved how smart she was and to think she had solved a three thousand year old murder just amazed him. He didn't think he would ever meet anyone as smart as Brennan was ever again. She was unique and she was his.

Once she was seated at their table, Brennan smiled at her friends, then moved her chair closer to Booth's chair and placed her hand on his thigh. "The speeches are over, Booth. I'd like to go home, if you don't mind."

Standing, Booth held out his hand and accepted her hand when she held it out to him. "Let's go Bones. I'm starving. Maybe we can stop by Mama's and pick up a pizza on the way home."

As she rose from her chair, Brennan shook her head and complained. "You just ate an hour ago. How can you be hungry?"

"That plate of hors d'oeuvres wouldn't have fed a baby, Bones." His stomach rumbled as they walked away from the table, ignoring the amused looks from their friends who had been sitting at the table with them. "Hear that? A hummingbird would starve if it had to just eat that fancy grub." He had been annoyed when the dinner he had expected turned into a small plate of tiny snacks. "You said we were going to get dinner. Ha!"

Leaving the room, those closest to the door heard Brennan's respond then Booth's response. "Hummingbirds eat nectar and I didn't promise you dinner. I said there was going to be food."

"What food?" Booth wasn't letting her off on her promise. "I didn't see any food."

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