Birthday Suits in a Suite

(AKA Booth in a Loincloth)

Chapter Three

Susan H.

"They could be dead," Angela dabbed her eyes.

"We need to assume they are alive, or we won't be able to help them," Cam said, with her arms folded.

"How can I help them? I don't have any bugs, slime or particulates. I suck." Hodgins said.

The three were meeting in the small lounge that overlooked the forensic's section of the Jeffersonian.

"I'm here. I'm sorry I'm late." Sweets announced.

"I'm here too. I thought the extra brain might help."

"Hi Daisy," the original three said in unison.

"The FBI won't tell me anything." Cam said.

"Yeah, remember when Booth went missing. They wouldn't even give Brennan any information, and she was his partner," Angela said.

"Yeah, Dr. B called in a false tip to the FBI, that's still hot," Hodgins said.

All heads turned toward him.

"What? Can't I remember the good times?"

"OK," Cam said, "No offense to the brains gathered here," she glanced at Daisy, "but we need reinforcements people." She opened her phone and dialed.

"Agent Foster, hello. This is Dr. Saroyan from the Jeffersonian," she paused and listened.

"Exactly, they don't call you Special Agent for nothing. Please keep us updated, and let us know if we can help." Cam closed the phone.

"Well, Foster is on the case. All we can do now is continue brainstorming."

"Just one bug, or some slime, and I could find them anywhere on the earth."

"Dr. Brennan has always been my hero. I mean even though she fired me, I always felt we could work past that. You know?"

"They were my most interesting case study. The two of them worked so well together, when they should have been completely dysfunctional. How will I finish this research?"

Cam shook her head, and spoke to the ceiling, "Squints!"

"Oh, they just loved to bicker. I'm going to miss that most of all," Angie blew her nose.

"And artists!" Cam told the ceiling.

***

"I'm just saying that if you hold this patty up to the light, there is definitely a green sheen to it. Look Booth, it's green!"

"Bones put it back on the bun and eat it."

Brennan stepped away from the window and rebuilt her burger.

"Well, at least there is tomato. Although it's an unusual pink. How do you suppose they make tomatoes a color like this?"

"You know, maybe if you talk real nice to their gun, they will take an order next time. We need to get to work on the wall, and I need you strong."

Brennan sat on the bed and ate a fry.

"So, do you remember anything else?" she asked.

"I remember a small town sheriff, and a bank. You were with me, so a horrible, gruesome, nightmarish, oozing death was probably involved, but I can't prove that."

"I wonder what happened to your thermos of specialty roast," Brennan said and bit into the suspicious burger.

"It was your thermos Bones, so I hope you find it."

"Have you decided where to cut the wall yet?"

"Don't rush me Bones. Tactically, it has to be right."

"It's not a diamond, for goodness sake."

"No, Bones, it's more important than a diamond."

"I just think you're enjoying this too much. Do you live your life just hoping for opportunities to show off your special training?"
"No, I live my life hoping to be locked up naked, with a naked woman, who I can impress with my survival training. I mean, as fantasies go, I never thought this one would come true."

Brennan didn't even look at him, "Flattery means nothing to me. You should know that."

"Yeah, sorry, I think the green meat is affecting my brain."

"Probably. Tarzan."

"What?"

"What, what?"

"Did you just call me Tarzan?"

"No."

"Well, you're one to talk Aphrodite."

"Hmm, interesting choice, Greek Goddess of Love. I would have chosen Athena, goddess of wisdom, because, you know, I'm a genius."

"Do you feel better now?"

"I feel great. How about you?"

"I'm feeling good. Let's get to work."