A/N: Here's another update for you guys, courtesy of whoever put in a new wireless internet thingy at the ambulance service, and I will try to have a few more this weekend if we're not busy. This chapter was fun to write. Hope you enjoy, please review!

An hour later, they were sitting on a wooden bench at a branch station of the Pike county sheriff department. Zack had his hands cuffed behind him and threaded through the slats on the bench. After much struggling and fighting, Casey had her good hand cuffed to the same slat, her broken arm remained securely fastened to her chest. Zack had a good-sized bruise on his cheek for his trouble in assuring that.

"Well," said the deputy that had arrested them. "If this ain't the wildest story I've ever heard. You two kids really expect me to believe that you, who can't even be out of high school, are forensic what-the-hell-ever and are transporting this poor woman's body for the FBI. Oh, yeah, and the blood was from a car wreck you saw and helped with because you also happen to be EMTs!"

"Not both of us, only her," corrected Zack. "I just had to help because her arm's hurt."

"Oh, okay. Glad we got that straight." The deputy rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his grey, thinning hair and crammed his enormous bulk into a tiny office chair behind a desk. "Just have to call the state police and figure out what I'm going to do with you two." He picked up the phone.

"Wait," said Casey. "Call our FBI contact, Agent Seely Booth. His cell number is in my phone, but he may be at the lab still. That number is in there too."

"I don't have time to deal with this," the deputy growled.

"Just call him. Or I will. I never got my phone call. You wouldn't want to violate my civil rights, now, would you?"

"Alright! I'll call him. But it's not going to help you any."

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Booth was indeed still at the lab, as was everyone else, starting to get rather concerned about their missing crew. They should have been back hours ago. The other bodies had arrived, and Matthews told them he had lost the little Honda a few miles after they started. No one was answering Casey's cell phone, and there was no way to find them. Just then, Booth's cell phone rang. He walked into Brennan's office to talk in private, but the rest of the team could hear the shouting from there.

When he came out, his face was red and he was shaking his head. "What's wrong?" asked Brennan. "Is it Casey and Zack?"

Booth didn't acknowledge the question. Instead, he turned to Hodgins. "How much cash can you get your hands on at once?"

"Whatever we need. What's going on? Are they in trouble?"

"They will be when I get a hold of them! Come with me."

He turned to walk out. "Wait!" exclaimed Hodgins. "Where are we going?"

Booth stopped and smirked, angry but still appreciating the humor in the situation. "We're going to a tiny little town in eastern Kentucky to bail Casey and Zack out of jail!"

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Zack was dozing slightly, but Casey's arm hurt too much. She had considerably more freedom of movement than Zack, but she would have traded him places in a second. Except then he would be the one in pain, so maybe she wouldn't. As she squirmed around on the bench trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't disturb Zack, she considered asking the deputy for one of her pills, but quickly discarded the thought. He wouldn't give it to her, and she'd be damned if she would beg. It didn't hurt that bad. Yet. It occurred to her that it would be at least three hours before Booth got there and it was very possible she would be at that point before he got there.

Time crawled slowly, and Casey may or may not have dozed off, head on Zack's shoulder. The deputy sat at the desk doing paperwork and occasionally glaring over at his prisoners. Finally, he sighed, and got up. Stretching his arms over his head, his back cracked loudly and he knocked over a small desk lamp. Then he looked at Casey. "I'll be in the back if you need me. Just come knock on the door," he sneered. Then he waddled through a back door and slammed it, jarring Zack awake.

"What'd I miss?" he asked quickly.

"Nothing. Barney being a smart-ass. Said if we needed anything to just knock on the door." She smiled.

Zack leaned his head back against the wall. "Maybe we'd be better off in jail," he said.

"Why?" Casey asked, concerned.

"Because," he replied with the typical expression of a teenager waiting on his father to pick him up from the principal's office, "when Booth gets here, he's going to kill us!" He saw that she was still grinning. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, come on! Booth will get us out of this. And next week, this will be the funniest thing that ever happened to us!"

"Funniest thing that ever happened to us? Casey, we've been arrested for murder!"

"Not to mention resisting arrest and assaulting an officer. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Hey, he was going to twist your arm behind your back. I couldn't let him do that."

"Anyway, this is the kind of thing that makes life interesting!"

"Being arrested for a capital crime does make life interesting, I'll give you that. I wonder if I should take up with the biggest guy there, or just pretend to be dangerously insane. I've heard those are the best ways to avoid being someone's…" he was unable to think of a proper word, so he left it at that.

Casey, however, was not willing to let this train of thought get derailed. "That's your plan on how not to end up as Bubba's bitch? Come on! You have to either get in a fight on the first day, or act like you're possessed. Channel Satan, or tell people your food is telling you to do things to small animals. You're young and cute, though, so you may actually have to kill someone to protect yourself." Zack was looking very pale, so Casey decided to stop teasing him. "Booth specifically told him not to put us in a cell, and to keep us together. If he really thought he had us on murder, he would have told Booth to kiss his ass and put us in a cell anyways. And tomorrow, we'll all have a good laugh about it. I promise."

His eyes suddenly got very wide. "Hey, she said. "Calm down. Booth may be a little pissed that he had to drive this far, but-"

Zack interrupted her. "No, look!"

She looked in the direction he indicated, and saw a very frightening sight. The desk lamp, still on, had fallen onto a pile of papers. The papers had begun to blacken, and one suddenly burst into flames. "Oh, that's not good!" exclaimed Casey. She began to yell at the top of her lungs as Zack struggled with his handcuffs. "Deputy! Help! There's a fire! Fire! Dammit, help us!" she looked at Zack and started struggling against her own restraint.

"What are we going to do?" asked Zack.

"I don't know! Why would I know what to do?"

"Well, you're a firefighter!"

She gestured to her arm. "Do I look like a particularly good firefighter to you?!"

The flames had spread over the whole desk, and was reaching the curtains. Zack stared at it in wide-eyed horror. Casey jerked hard on the slat they were chained to, and it gave a tiny bit. Seeing that, Zack pulled against it with all his weight. Then they combined their forces. Still only a little. Then Casey had a plan. She twisted around and grabbed the Velcro end of her swathe, freeing her hurt arm. Flames got closer as she eased off the sling and tucked them into the waistband of her jeans. "What are you doing?" asked Zack.

She didn't look at him. "Something I'm going to regret real soon." Drawing back, she slammed her fist into the slat full force, and howled with pain as the slat splintered in the middle. Tears jumped to her eyes as she cradled it to her chest, but they were free. Jarring a broken bone seemed to be a fair trade for both of them not burning to death inside this building. "Get out!" she yelled to him. "I'll meet you out front!"

"Where are you going?" he demanded.

"I have to get the deputy!"

Flames were roaring around them now, making it hard to hear. "Why?" Asked Zack. "Just get out!"

"We're the good guys, Zack. The minute we forget that, we're no better than the bad guys." She kissed him, and ran off toward the back room. With no other choice, he ran for the door, hoping she would make it out.

"Deputy!" she screamed, pounding on the door. "You have to get out! There's a fire! Hurry!" When there was no answer, she tried the door. Locked. Stepping back, she drew up her foot and delivered a sharp kick just beside the lock, opening it quickly. The deputy was asleep on the bed, snoring like a buzz saw, and Casey wondered how in the world this place got away with not having smoke alarms.

She shook him violently. "Wake up! There's a fire!"

He sat up and grabbed her, sending another nauseating bolt of pain through her arm. "A fire? You set a fire?" he stuck his feet into his boots and dragged her out of the room, both coughing from the smoke. "Where's your friend? Or boss, or whatever he is? Did he leave without you?"

"He's outside," she said, choking, wishing she could pull her t-shirt up over her mouth to filter her breath, but he held her good arm tightly and she couldn't raise her bad one high enough. "We didn't do it! You knocked over the lamp and it caught the papers on fire." She was babbling, but she did that when she was nervous. "It had to be at least a 75 watt, or maybe even 100 in a 40 watt lamp! Didn't you know it was a fire hazard? What the hell were you thinking? You could have killed us all!"

He smacked her as he drug her out the door. "Just shut up! Aren't you in enough trouble as it is?"

Zack was waiting outside, just as he was told. "The fire department is on it's way," he said, but the deputy wasn't interested.

"You should have run while you could!" he said, grabbing Zack by the arm with his other hand. He pulled them over to a parking meter a safe distance away. He let go of Casey. "Stay put," he threatened, "or I'm gonna whup the shit outta him!" Obediently, Casey stood stock-still, not wanting to provoke the big man to violence again, violence that he would justify by saying it was his job. He unlocked the empty cuff, and put the chain from Zack's cuffs in it, and locked it to the parking meter. With that, he ran back to the fire.

Zack and Casey just looked at each other, faces clearly saying 'What else could possibly happen?' Just then, one of the rookie firefighters lost the grip on the hose. It jumped out of his grip, and flopped around on the sidewalk as he tried to recover it. He finally caught it, and while trying to get a good grip on the hose, he accidentally turned it right on them, soaking them with a bruising spray.

Casey saw it coming, and turned her head to the side. Zack, on the other hand, was watching intently and took it right in the face. He sputtered and coughed, realizing that with his hands pinned he couldn't wipe the water out of his eyes. Lacking a better idea, he wiped his eyes on Casey's shoulder. She laughed, and he finally just laughed with her. This day was just getting too absurd to be believed. "You're right." He said finally. "This is going to make a very interesting story!"

They sat there watching the firefighters for almost an hour when the familiar black SUV came flying up the road at twice the speed limit. Seeing Casey and Zack, the brakes locked up and the car skidded sideways. Booth and Hodgins burst out, not bothering to shut the doors behind them and ran to the soaking wet pair chained to a parking meter. "Are you two okay?" he asked. They exchanged a look, then burst out laughing. Booth's eyes went wide. "Are you drunk?" he demanded.

"We're fine," said Casey. "There was a fire and the deputy ran off and he left us here."

Still about a dozen pages behind, Booth said to Hodgins "You stay here with them. I'll see if I can't find out who's running this circus!" Hodgins nodded as Booth ran toward the fire. Then he turned back to face his friends. "What in the name of all that is Holy happened to you two?" But before they could answer, Hodgins saw Booth getting more than a little agitated with the oversized deputy. "Hold that thought," he said. "I better do something before we get arrested too." Once again, he knew he shouldn't say it, but the opportunity was just too much. "Don't go anywhere!" Off their dirty looks, he got p and rushed over to Booth.

A few minutes later, the deputy shook his head and walked away in disgust, handing Booth a piece of paper. They returned to Casey and Zack, and Booth unlocked the handcuffs. The two stood up, Zack rubbing his abraided wrists, Casey cradling her wounded arm. As Zack gently helped her ease her arm back into the sling, she looked up at Booth. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said. "But let's talk about this a second." Zack's head dropped like a little boy waiting for a spanking. Booth looked at the paper in his hand. "So far in one night, you were charged with murder, resisting arrest, assaulting an officer, using fake IDs-"

"There were no fake IDs!" exclaimed Casey, indignant. "He just didn't believe our Jeffersonian passes! And-"

Booth held up a finger. "I'm not done. This is a very interesting list of charges. But there are a few questions on my mind." He paused, watching the pair squirm. "Okay, Casey, how in the hell did you manage to assault the deputy with only one arm?"

Casey looked at her feet, unsure what to say, but Zack spared her from making up a lie for him. "She didn't. That one was me."

"YOU, Zack?"

He shrugged, still uncomfortable. "He was trying to pull her arm behind her back. It was hurting her. So I pushed him."

Booth put a hand on Zack's face and turned his head, looking at his bruise. "And that's when he did that?" Zack nodded, feeling a little more confident, as Booth could not keep a straight face as he read the next line of the report. "And which one of you called him a self-righteous son of a diseased…" he paused. "Does that say wombat?! Where on Earth did you come up with that?!"

Casey giggled. "That was me. I don't know. It popped into my head to say…"

Booth nodded, barely containing a laugh. "And whatever comes into a squint's head usually leaks out their mouth." He shook his head. "Okay, and then there's the attempt to escape, and burning down a sheriff's department."

"But we didn't-" Casey began, but Booth cut her off. "I don't even care at this point. I know you didn't do most of that stuff, and with the threat of an abuse lawsuit, he agreed to make it all go away. With a little help from Hodgins."

Hodgins shook his head. "I didn't do anything. I just mentioned who my lawyer was, and suddenly you guys weren't so terrible anymore."

"So, can we go home now?" Casey asked. "And get my car? I really need a codeine. Bad."

"Yeah," said Booth "Let's go pick up your car. Hodgins, can you drive her car home?"

"Sure."

They walk over to the badly parked SUV, the stopped in their tracks. The furry creature sitting in the driver's seat hissed at them, and it's fur stood out. "What the hell is that?!" Booth demanded, somewhat panicked.

Casey rolled her eye wearily. "Cool it, city-boy. Haven't you ever seen a possum before?"

"Uh, no," said Booth. "Can you get rid of it?"

"Sure. Give me your keys." Booth handed her a huge ring of keys. She stared at the odd little creature, then wound up for a fastball as she hit the possum square in the head, and it fell over, either dead or simply 'playing possum'. She calmly walked over, picked it up by its tail and tossed it out of the seat. Then she looked back at her friends, as if to say 'okay, all clear'.

Booth almost laughed. "What a night! What is going on here?"

Zack and Casey met each other's eyes, and in perfect unison said, "Murphy's law!"

Booth rolled his eyes. "You two are never leaving the lab again!"