Chapter 6 – The Intern in the Incinerator

Cam and Booth were watching through the window as Brennan told Reardon about his daughter's death. Cam asked, "Ted Reardon? Victim's father?"

Booth nodded solemnly, "Yep, Bones is telling him his daughter's dead."

Cam sighed slightly and then told Booth, "Rumor has it Bancroft banished Reardon from the Jeffersonian because he felt threatened, politically."

Booth had gotten that vibe off the man when he talked with him earlier. His gut was telling him to keep a close eye on the man. "I know. Let's leave Bones to it."

They started to walk away when Cam asked, "Would it be insensitive to mention that my father's sixtieth birthday is coming up?"

Booth couldn't believe that it had been that long since he had seen her father. "Sixty already? Wow!"

Cam smiled at him as she nodded her head. "Uh-huh. We're having a big birthday dinner for him on Thursday night."

Booth smiled as he remembered her father. "Alright, you give him my best!"

Cam told him, "You do it yourself. You have to come with me!"

Booth's eyes widened at her statement. She didn't even ask him! He shook his head, "What? No! Not your family." He liked her dad, but her whole family…it was like walking into a pack of snarling wolves.

Cam implored, "I can't spend the night defending the fact that I still live alone to my family."

Booth was shocked beyond belief. "You never told them we broke up?"

Cam ignored that question and told him, "You wanna make a man miserable on his sixtieth birthday."

Booth was still having a hard time to comprehend what she was saying. "You want me to pretend that I'm your boyfriend?"

Cam smiled at him, "Yes, between six-thirty and ten on Thursday."

Booth groaned loudly. How was he going to explain this to Bones? "Camille, you're an adult. You can't live your life afraid of what your family thinks!"

Cam patted his arm as she told him, "Seeley, it's not going to be like this forever. One day he'll die!"

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were walking through the walkways of the catwalk above the platform. Brennan told him, "The bag tells us that Kristen was leaving the museum when she met with her killer."

Booth was flipping through her calls when he pointed out. "Look at that, a lot of calls to the same number. Let's hope it's our cheating husband."

Brennan took in a deep breath in and then told her husband what she was thinking. "Kristen was authenticating exhibits from the Gormogon vault."

Booth shook his head. He knew what she was thinking and he didn't want everyone to start thinking that. "Let's not go there."

Brennan went on though. "If Gormogon killed her, then Gormogon is one of us, somebody who works at the Jeffersonian."

Booth sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "You went there."

Brennan stopped in front of a window and asked confused, "What?"

Booth told her, "You went there and you gave him a nickname!" Right as he said that a body fell outside the window. They looked at each other as Booth asked, "That just happened, right? You saw that?" Brennan nodded and they both broke out in a run toward the stairs.

~BONES~

After Booth booked Aldrige, he let another field agent do the paper work. He had something important to talk to his wife about. As they were driving back home Booth pursed his lips as he tried to figure out how to broach the topic. He decided to just go with the truth. "Bones, Cam wants me to go to her father's birthday party tomorrow and pretend to be her boyfriend."

Brennan turned to look at him as he turned onto their street. She had not been expecting him to say anything remotely like that. "Okay."

Booth glanced quickly at her to gauge her reaction. She seemed…unfazed. "She also hasn't told them that we stopped dating when we did."

Brennan stared at him as she said, "She hasn't told her family that her monogamous relationship with you – which ended shortly before we started our relationship – is over. Why?"

Booth shrugged her shoulders. "Her dad can be very…unreasonable about some things. Not that I'm saying it's right for her to lie about it. I already told her that she should just tell her dad, but it is going to be his 60th birthday and that would really be bad timing."

Brennan nodded her head slowly as Booth pulled into his parking spot. "Okay. Why are you telling me this?"

Booth sighed as he rubbed his temples. It had been a long day. "I know when Cam came back into my life…things got a little strained between us. I don't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. If you don't want me to go, then I won't go. I'll give her some excuse."

Brennan smiled softly at him and said, "You would do that?"

Booth smiled back at her, some of his previous headache easing away at her smile. "Of course, Bones."

Brennan kissed him gently on his lips before she whispered, "I trust you Booth. I know nothing will happen. But thank you for telling me."

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan exited the elevator and walked toward the interrogation room. Brennan had been grumpy when Booth got called in that morning since all the paper work went through and he could now interrogate Aldrige. They had had amazing sex last night and Brennan felt the tell-tale signs of her husband's morning erection against her ass. She had rubbed her ass against him, eliciting a groan and his hand to cup one of her breasts as his other hand cupped her sex and he started to rub her clit. He had just slid two fingers into her when the damn cell phone went off.

Booth had of course answered it, but then had restarted his efforts more vigorously bringing her extremely close to a climax by the time he hung up. She was on her back and he was leaning over her as he pushed in a third finger and she broke apart. She thought he was then going to slide into her, which is what she wanted, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed her sweetly by her ear and whispered that he had to get ready but that she should sleep in a little bit and he'd wake her before he left.

So there he'd left her. Completely satisfied, but wanting so much more. And she could see that he was in no better condition. That was so much like him. But she was having none of that. After she gained her fine motor skills back, she slid off their bed and walked toward the bathroom. She heard that the shower was on as she slipped in quietly. She knew instantly that he was using cold water, so she quickly walked to the shower and pulled the curtain. Booth made a sound of surprise as she turned to water to a hotter setting and stepped in with him. "Bones, what are you doing?"

However she hadn't answered him as she sank down to her knees in front of him, seeing that he was still semi-erect. She smiled internally as she got to work. Booth groaned loudly as he watched her mouth take him in. He had been hoping to take a quick cold shower and then rushing into work. As he felt her suck him even deeper and he bucked forward, he knew that wasn't going to happen. One hand weaved into her hair as his other one supported himself against the shower wall. Before long Booth was breathing roughly, while Brennan alternatively worked him with her hand and mouth. What did him in though, was when he saw her reach done to her sex and then lather his dick with her juices and then take him in her mouth again and started to work even more vigorously. He bucked forward once and then twice before he pulled away, grabbed her shoulders and brought her up against him. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her, pushing her against the wall. One of his hands wrapped around her and started rubbing her clit again like earlier. She didn't have far to go this time though and before she knew it, her world shattered. She screamed out his name as her inner walls clenched him causing his own orgasm. After their breathing settled and Booth was sure that she could stand on her own, he slid her down his body as her feet hit the floor. Brennan then smiled at him and whispered, "Good morning."Booth had laughed and hugged her, kissing her gently. They had finished their shower together and then he quickly dressed and left.

Brennan smiled as she looked at him. She was definitely satisfied now, but she still didn't understand why Booth needed her here. "Why do you want me to interrogate Aldrige?"

Booth told her honestly, "Because he thinks I'm stupid."

Brennan's eyes flared angrily at that remark. "You're not!"

He smiled at her as he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the room. "Thanks, Bones, I know. Listen, during the interrogation, always refer to the victim by her first name."

Brennan was now even more confused. "Well, you're the one that told me that personalizing the victim doesn't work with sociopathic serial killers. They lack all empathy." She then poked him to emphasize that he was smart, "You told me that!"

Booth shook his head. He was happy to see that Brennan was protective of him, but she was looking at this case differently than how she should be. "We are not looking for gorgonzola today."

Brennan gave him a look as she told him, "Gormogon. Gor-mo-gon."

Booth stopped in front of the door as he told her, "We're looking for someone who murdered one girl and tossed her down an incinerator chute. Entirely different kind of a guy, so, inside." He then shooed her into the room.

Brennan started to resist his pushing. She hated it when he did that. "Don't- tell me- Don't- You are not bossing me around." She then smacked his hand. "Stop it."

~BONES~

Booth was playing with the glass stir sticks looking down over Hodgins desk. Hodgins came over to him, carrying the tray holding the rope. Booth was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even hear Hodgins come up. He had no clue how he was going to tell Bones that Cam's sister kissed him. Not that he kissed her back…sure his mouth was open but that was because he was trying to talk. Not kissing her back. So when Hodgins started to talk he was a little bit surprised. "Why are you here?"

Booth tried to cover up his surprise as he told the man, "I'm just waiting for Cam to finish cutting up Aldrige?"

Hodgins looked at him suspiciously. "She's done. Why are you here in my area?"

Booth sighed. He didn't have a lot of people that knew about him and Bones. Hodgins was one of the few and he was not about to call Pops over this. So he told him the truth. "Cam's sister kissed me."

Hodgins' eyes widened as he sat down. "Duuuuuuuuuuuude."

Booth glared at him as he said, "Don't call me dude. Alright, listen, I was supposed to be Cam's boyfriend, but only between the hours of six-thirty and ten. She kissed me at six-twenty so technically that doesn't even count." He heard Hodgins chuckle, but decided to ignore that. "Cam went to her office to get something. Felicia, she just grabbed me and planted one on me. I didn't even see it coming, I didn't even have a defense maneuver planned. Bones already knew I was going with Cam, but…"

Hodgins couldn't believe the man's luck…or lack thereof. "Wow. Alright, alright, uh . . . How are you," he looked over his shoulder, "how are you gonna break it to Cam and Dr. B?"

Booth sighed, "I don't know about Bones. But why would I do tell Cam?"

Hodgins lifted an eyebrow, "You want her to find out from her sister?"

Booth's eyes widened then. Oh man, this was worse than he thought. "Wow, this is worse than when we were a couple."

Hodgins laughed loudly and then quickly tried to cover it up. "Sorry." He covered his mouth, but he still laughed.

Booth glared at him. Why did he think Hodgins would be of any help? "I really should take my gun out and shoot you now."

Hodgins tried to put on a serious face as he said, "I'm sorry. No, it's serious." But then he broke out laughing again.

Booth was really tempted to shoot the bug-man. "You're not helping."

~BONES~

Brennan couldn't believe that she was denied access. She told them, "Neither do I!"

Booth pushed forward, "Excuse me."

Brennan stared at him incredulously, "Wait, you have a password?"

Booth smirked, "Yeah, Cam's." At Brennan's look he said, "What she won't mind."

Hodgins chuckled, while Brennan still looked incredulous. Hodgins moved back to the computer as he told them, "Well, Kristen Reardon worked on a lot of sixteenth century Baroque wood carvings."

Booth tapped on Brennan's shoulder as he whispered, "I know your password too. It's daffodil."

Brennan's mouth dropped open. "I never told you that!"

Booth shrugged, "What? I got eyes. I mean you guys aren't exactly CIA material."

Hodgins chuckled, "Daffodil?"

Brennan defended herself, "What? They're pretty."

Hodgins shook his head at his friend's and went on. "It looks like Kristen might've worked on some Luristan bronzes."

Brennan asked, "Any from the thirteenth century? "

He pulled up a list and pictures of artifacts. "Yeah, tools, utensils, sculptures…"

Booth asked them, "What's Luristan?"

Brennan told him, "Persia."

Booth's eyebrows rose as he heard that. "You mean Iran or Iraq. Since the war Iraqi museums have been looted and their pieces are being sold on the black market. This murder has nothing to do with the vault. Or a serial killer."

Hodgins couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Kristen Reardon was a smuggler?"

Booth shook his head, "More than likely killed by a smuggler."

Hodgins then understands where he's going with that. "She goes to report something and the smuggler kills her."

Booth nodded smugly as Brennan told Hodgins, "I'll have Zach check all these as possible murder weapons." She then turned to Booth and told him, "And I'm changing my password."

Booth watched as she covered the screen. He then leaned in a whispered, "Daisy."

Brennan huffed, "How did you know?"

Booth smiled at her. "It's your second favorite flower." Hodgins couldn't help but smile as Booth told her, "I know you Bones. Try a planet." He started to walk away as Brennan nodded and began to type. Booth walked a few steps and then snapped his fingers and turned around, "Jupiter!" As Hodgins saw Brennan glared at Booth he laughed and turned away. They were so much fun to watch.

~BONES~

As Booth drove to the post office he knew that this was going to be the only moment that the two of them could talk freely. He sighed heavily and just dove into it again. "Bones, I need to tell you something."

Brennan looked up at him from the file in her lap. "Okay."

He took in a deep breath and said, "Cam's sister kissed me last night. She only kissed me to get back at Cam for some sibling thing that I still don't get. But it was nothing."

Brennan tried to hide her smile and laugh, but a small chuckle escaped her lips. "That's why you were so tense last night? Because Cam's sister kissed you."

Booth nodded slowly. "You're not mad?"

Brennan couldn't help but laugh at that. "Did you sleep with her?" Booth shook his head and then she asked, "Did you like it?" Booth again shook his head. "Then no I'm not mad."

Booth sighed in relief. He knew deep down that Brennan would be fine with it, but still he was happy to hear her say that. Ever since the whole Sully debacle and then how their relationship was strained when he let Zach go to Iraq, he didn't want anything else to mess things up. He smiled at her as he pulled up by the post office. Everything was going to be okay.

~BONES~

Booth and Brennan were sitting across from each other in recliners at a small table in his office. Booth was pouring shots into paper cups as he told her, "Okay, don't take it so hard."

Brennan picked the cup and said, "I'm not taking anything hard." Booth raised his cup in a toast and she laughed, "What are we, Russian?"

Booth smiled at her as he said, "Nostrovia. Yeah." They drank the shots, sat down the cups, and crushed them with their hands. "I'll tell you what else I know. What you're taking hard is, uh, the fact that it happened in your house."

Brennan looked at him confused, "It's not my house!"

Booth shook his head as he explained, "Not where you sleep! Okay, you're favorite place, the house of reason, the Jeffersonian."

Brennan shook her head. "No. It's not my favorite place."

Booth gave her a knowing look, "Yes, it is one of them."

Brennan tried to deny it again. "What, no it's not- how do you know?"

Booth smiled, "Daffodil. Daisy. Jupiter." He poured another shot into two new cups as he told her, "Okay, I'll tell you what else I know," he lifted his cup in a toast, "you were hoping that it was gorgonzola."

They took the shots before Brennan corrected him, "Gormogon."

Booth smiled in triumph, "Ah! So you admit it!"

Brennan huffed in aggravation, "Accidentally! Does- does that count?"

Booth placed his hand on her knee and rubbed it softly as he told her, "Yes. Look, all the scientists and the squints and the eggheads, they wanted it to be a serial killer so it wouldn't be one of them."

Brennan was confused, "Them?"

Booth explained, "You."

That was even more confusing to her, "Me?"

Booth nodded, "One of you. You were all offended that it was one of you."

Brennan looked at him and nodded slowly, "You know what? I am offended."

Booth smiled, "I just said that."

He poured another shot as she said, "I'm offended! Because . . ."

Booth finished for her, "Because you were betrayed by one of your own."

Brennan nodded and then asked quietly, "Yes. Are you going to betray me?"

Booth looked into her eyes as he told her solemnly, "No."

As they toasted, Brennan said, "Nonetheless, I shall be vigilant."

They took their shots and then Booth laughed as he said, "'Nonetheless'?"

Brennan started to laugh as well as she said, "I'm not gonna have a headache tomorrow, am I?"

Booth poured more as he told her, "Well, we're gonna find out. Hodgins and Zach, they do their experiments. We do ours." They toasted as Booth said, "To Gorgonzola."

Brennan corrected him, "Gormogon." They took the shots, sat the cups down and before Brennan could crush hers, it fell off the table.

Booth looked down at the cup and smiled, "You missed." He started to chuckle a little at that. They were so going to get drunk.

I so sorry I haven't been posting only because my laptop wouldn't work, but it is now

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