Chapter 10

Agent Booth's Hotel Room, Monday at 8:00 a.m. MST (10:00 a.m. EST)

The sounds of water hitting the bathtub woke Brennan from her sleep. She rolled over and found that she was alone in bed. Slowly, she sat up and pulled her back up against the headboard. The headache she'd had the night before was gone and she smiled at the memories of last night.

Booth had crawled onto the bed and pulled her close to him. He carefully brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. They lay in silence until she fell asleep comforting herself with the fact that her head was on his chest and that the pain would go away.

"Morning Bones. How ya feeling?" Booth's voice broke her from her reverie.

"Better." She smiled. "Thanks for last night."

"Hey you obviously needed the sleep and besides I needed the contact." He smirked as he moved from the bathroom doorway over to the closet bar where his suits hung. She gave him a look.

"Well I guess I'd better get ready for the day." Brennan got out of bed and looked down at herself.

"My, my Agent Booth seems you were slacking in your duties. Only my shoes and socks appear to be missing from my ensemble." She was wearing her shirt and slacks still.

"Oh trust me Dr. Brennan. I had every intention of stripping you done to your skivvies but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself." He turned to her and moved his eyebrows up and down a few times. The two moved closer to each other, Booth still only clad in his towel and Brennan fully dressed in yesterday's attire. Suddenly his hands found her hair and her hands found his broad muscled naked chest. Their lips found their own way as they enveloped each other. Tongues darted in and out, tasting whatever they touched. Brennan moaned slightly and Booth wanted nothing more to push them a little farther when the familiar Entertainer song played.

"That'll be Angela." He said. Brennan let out a sigh and went to find her phone while Booth rooted around his suitcase for some underwear.

"Brennan." The forensic anthropologist answered the phone after finding it in her coat pocket.

"Hey hon, I'm not disturbing anything am I?" Brennan desperately wanted to tell her 'yes' but she didn't.

"Did you get the DNA results from the finger?"

"All right, let's get right to business. The DNA came back a match to a Salvatore Luciano also conveniently missing from Birmingham, Alabama." The forensic artist said.

"Right and any luck with Dr. Saunders' body?" Brennan smiled as she felt Booth's lips on her neck.

"For that I'm handing it over to Zach." Angela told her and the next thing she heard was the forensic anthropologist's voice. Booth moved away from her and continued to get dressed.

"Dr. Brennan, I was able to get striations from reverse-engineering the bullet. I had Angela run the marks through the database and found that it matches a 9mm round that was used in the unsolved murder of a John Welsh in Birmingham, Alabama." He said.

"Excellent work, Zach. Can you put Cam on the line?" Brennan wondered. A few seconds later, the Head of Forensics familiar voice came over the phone.

"What's up Dr. Brennan?"

"My laptop was destroyed and the case files were stolen from my hotel room yesterday. I'm having the local police send it to the Jeffersonian." The forensic anthropologist explained.

"They were stolen? Do you have any backup copies?" Cam asked.

"I have backup copies on my flash-drive but no computer to run them on. As far as the paper copies, I'm not sure if we'll ever get them back." Brennan said.

"All right, I'll send another laptop out pronto. It should be there by tomorrow." Dr. Saroyan promised.

"Thank you. Now Booth and I have to meet with a couple of U.S. Marshals." Before Cam could ask what was going on, Brennan hung up and turned to Booth who was now dressed in one of his suits.

"Well it seems that that infamous gut of yours was right. The DNA from the frozen finger matched Luciano's and Zach successfully reverse-engineered bullet to match a 9mm round from the unsolved murder of a John Welsh down in Birmingham." She told him.

"So there is a good chance that Luciano murdered this John Welsh, too. Well the U.S. Marshals should be at the police station in an hour. Why don't you get ready and we'll grab breakfast with them. Hopefully they can explain why Luciano managed to slip through their fingers." Booth said. Just then there was a knock on the door, and the FBI Agent went to answer it as Brennan darted into the bathroom for a quick shower.

"Agent Booth, you have a call downstairs from Sheriff Dippert." Tim said.

"All right, thanks. I'll be right down." Booth closed the door behind him. He quickly followed the desk clerk downstairs to the phone.

"Booth." The FBI Agent said as e picked up the receiver.

"Sheriff Dippert here. We found Kelly Mitchell's car abandoned just outside of town. There's blood in the passenger seat." Booth let out a loud sigh at this news.

"All right, I'm meeting with the U.S. Marshals in just under an hour. Call me on my cell with any more information you receive." The G-man gave the Sheriff the number and then headed back upstairs.

To Be Continued…