Birthday Suits in a Suite

(AKA Booth in a Loincloth)

Chapter Eight

Susan H.

Brennan and Booth ate their bagged breakfast.

"I remember Agent Simon went to investigate a bank robbery, and he disappeared. We were going to investigate his disappearance, because some remains turned up," Booth said.

"It sounds right."

"Who's investigating the robbery? Who's looking for us?"

"I don't know."

"I'm just talking it through. Did we find something? Were we getting close? What about local law enforcement?"

"All very valid questions. What made them suspect the remains were Simon's, or was it just that the disappearance and discovery of the remains closely coincided?"

"Those too, are valid questions Bones."

"Well, I don't have a microscope, or bones, or entry wounds, or any way to use science, so talking it through seems my only option."

"Welcome to my world, Bones. Do you like it here?"

"No. It's inefficient, frustrating, and nonsensical."

"Yep, that pretty much sums it up."

"You know Booth, even if I ever changed my opinion of marriage, and I'm not saying I will, I don't want to have any children."

"Whoa, whoa. I think you are spending too much time in my world. Your equilibrium is off."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"You don't want children. Why not?"

"There are enough children pining in the system. I would feel selfish making more, when so many are in need."

"So, are you saying you don't want children, or you don't want to give birth?"

"I don't know, but I can't even have a dog. My lifestyle certainly doesn't allow me to be a caregiver. I like my lifestyle. I don't want to change it."

"Bones, my child, Parker, well he just kind of happened to me. I wouldn't change it for anything. The love I have for him is indescribable. I never thought such a love was possible. But you have given this a lot of thought, and that's okay too. One day, you may change your mind, but your decision is not wrong. I respect that."

"So what about you? Do you want more children?"

"I haven't thought it out nearly as much as you, but I think I could be happy either way."

"Oh, the way you argue for motherhood, I figured you wanted a few more."

"I only argue for parenthood to open your mind to the possibilities. I can see now, you've already thought it through quite thoroughly. I also think that it would be good for you to understand the parent child attachment better. You know, for the job's sake. And.."

"And, what?"

"Well, I think I worried that you based your decision on the fact that you lost your parents so early. I didn't want you to miss out on life's future joys because of your past tragedies."

"You know I hate psychology!"

"It doesn't make you immune to it."

"Well, I think it does."

"Can we get back to tunneling our way out of here?"

"Absolutely."

***

That afternoon, Foster sat outside a bank reading a file. He picked up a greeting card and scribbled a note in it.

I am Special Agent Foster, with the FBI. I would like to talk to you, but I want to give you a cover story.

He walked into the bank. Inside, he walked up to an open teller.

"Why look at you little Susie, how are you Sweetie?"

The shocked teller looked at him blankly.

"Oh, come on now, don't tell me you don't remember your Uncle Willie. Well, it's been a while, and you were a little thing last I saw you. Your Aunt Mildred insisted I stop by and spend some time with you. I'm passing through on business. "

Foster patted his jacket pockets, "As a matter of fact," he continued patting, "oh, here it is. She sent a little card along with me." He handed the teller the card.

"Look little girl, I don't want to get you in trouble for socializing on the job," He pulled out his wallet, "can you break this hundred for me? Listen, there is a fine looking restaurant just on the corner there, I'd love to treat you to supper, and catch up some. I'll be there at 6:00. I hope you can make it." He took five 20's from her.

"Thanks for the change." He said, and turned to walk out. He saw her reflection in the glass doors reading the card, and then quickly shoving it back into the envelope. He turned and caught her eye. She nodded.

Author's Note: Hi readers. I can see that many people are reading these chapters, but I only have a few comments. It can get discouraging for a writer. So please, take another minute and review this chapter. Is there a part you like a lot? A part you didn't like? All sincere reviews are encouraging. Thank you----Susan