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Brennen swiped her key card and entered the plat formed area of her lab.
"Oh my Gosh, Brennen what happened?" Angela had put down her sketchbook and was running toward her friend, who still had blood on her blouse and arms from the girl.
"Relax, Ange, it's not mine." Angela visibly relaxed and asked where it came from. "Booth and I were leaving Garrison's Place when this girl covered in blood ran into him, I ran after her and pinned her down and got blood all over me because of it. Zack will you come here please?"
"Well are you Booth's hero now because if he owes you then…" Angela said smiling.
Brennen interrupted. "Heroine and he doesn't owe me anything. Where is Booth?" Brennen turned, she thought Booth was right behind her. There he was, standing out in the doorway on his cell phone.
"Yes Dr. Brennen?" Zack, Brennen's eager-to-please assistant, waited expectantly for Brennen's directions.
"Zack, take this bone, clean it and get any information you can out of it. The FBI is having more sent over so we will know better what we're dealing with."
"What are we dealing with Dr. Brennen?" Zack asked, taking the bone carefully into his hands, already examining it.
"The East Coast Chopper." Brennen responded.
"The East Coast Chopper?" Hodgins came up from behind Angela, gently poking her in the side as he walked by, she squealed and gave him a playful glare. "I remember him. Attacks kids, twins right? Knocks out the boy kills the girl and disappears without a trace."
"Kids?" Angela looked horrified. "that's a child's bone?"
"No," Brennen said, "This scapula is fully formed, an adult."
There was a grunt behind them as Booth figured out how to balance the box he was holding on one arm and get his card out of his pocket and swipe it with the other.
"Here you go guys. Some play things for my favorite squints." He set the box down on the table, it had just been delivered from the FBI cold case archives. Booth was in better spirits now, he'd just gotten off the phone with Parker. Although he wasn't going to be able to see his son this weekend, he was glad to have talked to him.
The group descended on the box, removing old photos, notes, papers, files, baggies of things that brightened Hodgin's face, whatever they were, and of course, bones.
"Glad to see you're in a better mood." Commented Brennen who was pretending to be enthralled with the original police report on the East Coast Chopper.
"What are you talking about?"
"You hardly said two words in the car."
"Well maybe I just didn't feel like talking."
"That's unlikely. Judging by the level of strain in your voice when you spoke and how tightly you gripped the steering wheel it's more likely you were simply unable to process all the new information regarding this case."
Angela, Zack and Hodgins looked from Booth to Brennen as if watching a tennis match.
"I really hate it when you analyze me Bones." Booth said, starting to get irritated again.
"Then give me a gun." Brennen suddenly looked up from the paperwork, where she had been looking this whole time, and caught Booths eyes. They both broke out in laughter after trying to stare each other down for a few seconds. Zack, Hodgins and Angela laughed too, understanding that Brennen was making fun of herself and teasing Booth.
Good for you Bren Angela thought.
"What's so funny?" Cam walked up to the group taking a spot in the circle next to Booth.
"Nothing Cam." Brennen said quickly, seeing that Booth was about to respond.
"Okay, then what's with the pow-wow?"
"We just got a new case. The East Coast Chopper." Zack said.
Cam nodded, knowing immediately who it was he was talking about.
"Well guys, we've got to go question a witness so…"
"I thought the Detective was going to do that." Brennen said.
"I changed my mind. I asked her not to do anything until we got there. So lets go Bones, chop-chop."
Brennen quickly divvied up the workload between her team and joined Booth on the floor. He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her out the door. Cam noticed, and ignored it. Booth and Bones were meant to be, it was obvious. But until they figured that out, Booth was still her booty-call. She smiled to herself.
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