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"What's the matter?" Booth asked straight away already knowing the answer.

Turning around to lean against the door and stare at Booth with an annoyed look Booth didn't even try to tame.

"That is an alarm sounded in the event of a potential airborne hazard threat. I didn't even know he as doing one of his harebrained experiments today!" Brennan fumed.

Booth couldn't help but laugh. Having seen Hodgins and Angela only moments before, he knew that the alarm had nothing to do with an experiment and could just picture Cam's face when she found out.

"What's so funny?" Brennan asked, her snippy tone barely fading.

"Hodgins and Angela are so dead." Booth replied still chuckling.

Confused, Brennan asked, "I don't know what that means. What has Angela got to do with it?"

"Nothing, Bones." Booth replied, shaking his head and pulling his phone from his pocket. He hit three on speed dial and held it to his ear.

"What?"

"Whoa, Cam. It's just me. So I know you are probably dealing with it but Bones and I are locked in Exam 1."

Booth heard Cam scoff down the phone.

"Oh that is a reward that Angela does not deserve at the moment." Cam laughed despite the situation.

"Do you really have to tell her?" Booth asked knowing that he and Bones literally locked in a room together was a dream come true for the meddling artist.

"Oh come on, she's gonna find out!" Cam laughed. "Don't worry I'll get you out. Now you kids behave!"

Cam hung up quickly before Booth could argue with her about her insinuations.

After establishing the source of the chaos was a false alarm Cam relaxed considerably. The alarm had been triggered when a particularly offensive looking yet harmless jar of liquid had been knocked of Hodgins' table apparently by plain clumsiness causing a full lockdown. Clumsiness my ass, Cam though before storming into Angela's office where the over eager couple where hiding. Angela and Hodgins were more than a little confused when Cam hurried in like a schoolgirl with juicy gossip to share.

"Okay you know you are in huge trouble but you are never going to believe this."

"Wait, wait. Let me get this straight. They are actually locked in the room, together, unable to get out?"

The sly grin on Angela's face was nearly criminal. Hodgins couldn't help but burst out laughing. He was silenced quickly by a sharp glare from Cam. Apparently he was still not forgiven.

"Yes, but I hate to ruin your fun only we do have to let them out." Cam said with a laugh.

"But do we?"

Cam raised her eyebrows and looked at the artist who was pleading with her eyes for Cam to let her have her fun.

"Oh, what could an hour or two hurt?" Cam said knowing she would probably regret it but unable to control herself.

"Yes!" Angela shouted and jumped up from her seat while Hodgins simply smiled and shook his head.

Ten minutes later both Cam and Angela were in the Surveillance and Control Room of the Jeffersonian Forensics Building. Cam took out her phone and called Booth back.

"Hey Booth. Got some bad news for ya." Cam said, looking deviously at Angela who stood in front of the monitor that was displaying the surveillance feed titled EXAM1 in the bottom right hand corner.

"Is everyone okay?" Booth said, his tone shifting from amused to worried in a nanosecond.

"Yeah we are all fine. It was a false alarm but the thing is… the manual override of the lockdown is taking a while. The tech in control is a complete hack."

Cam quickly turned to the man sitting at the desk in front of her as he glared at her. Smiling and putting a single finger to her lips she told him to shush and resumed trying with all her might to keep from laughing.

"It's gunna take us a while to get you out." Cam resumed the story she and Angela had agreed upon. "We will do the best we can. Gotta go."

As Cam closed her flip phone Angela passed a fifty to the control tech.

"We are going to hell for this Ange." Cam said grinning at her co-conspirator.

Turning back to the monitor Angela let out a laugh.

"Ah, it is so worth it. Keep them in there for a while," Angela told the controls technician. "And make sure you keep the surveillance rolling. I want to be able to watch this over and over again."

"So it looks like we are stuck here for a while, Bones." Booth said, not entirely sure Cam was doing everything in her power to get them out.

Brennan shrugged and resumed hunching over the remains on the table.

"At least I can find the cause of death now without you bugging me to get out of this room to eat."

"Yeah, great… What am I gunna do?" Booth asked as he slid his back down the opposite wall to Brennan and sat on the cold sterile floor.

"Well," Brennan said with a smile. "I guess you are going to have to sit there and watch. It will be informative for you."

"Informative… sure" Booth groaned while silently thinking that there were far worse things that staring at his partner for two hours.

Without any further conversation Brennan picked up a femur and carefully examined it. She then carefully examined patella before picking up the pelvis and putting it under the microscope which displayed the magnified image on the huge monitor beside the examination table. She then walked to stand in front of the monitor and survey the image carefully; all the while Booth was watching her silently and affectionately from his spot on the floor, all the while rolling his poker chip through his fingers. Was it time for a gamble? After scanning and rescanning the image over and over, Brennan let out a soft sigh and turned back to the skeleton.

"So what's the verdict Bones?" Booth spoke for the first time since he had sat on the floor.

Brennan looked startled as though she had gotten so caught up in her work that she had forgotten he was there. Typical Brennan, Booth though affectionately. It was probably a good thing that she had been so engrossed though, because Booth had not taken his eyes off her the whole time.

"I am comfortable with the assessment that this woman was in excess of 70 years of age." Bones said in her clinical and precise tone. "Her skeleton shows no sign of trauma or injury. She probably died of natural causes though I have no idea why she wasn't given a proper burial even if she was buried approximately thirty years ago."

Booth stood up and walked to stand on the opposite side of the exam table.

"That's an easy one, Bones. She was from the country. She probably died on that property of old age and her family buried her on the family farm. Happened more than you'd think. It may not be what you consider a perfect burial but it was probably exactly what she would have wanted."

Brennan looked down at the remains in front of her.

"I can understand that. Families that lived on isolated properties did take on some tribal elements so it logically follows that they would want to bury her on their own land."

Booth smiled at her.

"Yeah Bones," he said in a sarcastic tone, "Logically speaking."

Booth's scoff obviously hurt Brennan and she became immediately defensive.

"You shouldn't disregard logic so callously Booth. It helps me understand a great deal."

Booth walked around the table to stand mere inches from Brennan. He looked at her sadly and reached out to tuck a lock of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail and she surprisingly didn't swat his hand away. Looking deep into her eyes, Booth spoke softly, "It also keeps you from understanding a whole more."

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