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A\N: The story has made the 50 review mark! Many thanks to all my loyal fans! Hope you enjoy.
Booth and Brennan got out of the car and started walking over to the boxing gym, "Let me do the talking," Booth said.
"Why?" asked Brennan.
"Because I said so," said Booth.
"That's a title of a film, staring Mandy Moore," said Brennan.
Booth's jaw hung open, "How did you know that?"
Temperance threw a smile at him, "I'm more than an anthropologist."
Booth stared at her in awe.
"Plus," said Brennan walking ahead of him, swaying her hips. "Angela dragged me to see it."
Clarkson Boxing Gym, Las Vegas.
When Booth and Brennan walked into the boxing gym a few of the men wolf whistled at Brennan and Booth placed a protective arm around her shoulders. "Can I help you?" growled a man.
Booth looked him straight in the eyes, "We want to see the person who is in charge around here."
"Why?" asked the guy.
"Why do you think? Booth asked looking at Brennan and then nodding his head in the direction of the boxing ring.
"She wouldn't last five minutes."
Brennan looked at Booth, "Can I hit him now?"
"Now, now Sandy," said Booth smiling at her, "This man doesn't want any trouble." He turned his attention to the man, "Do you?"
"Of course not," said the man, "Wait here." he said and stalked off.
Brennan looked at Booth, "I still think you should have let me hit him."
"If you would have hit him" said Booth surveying the building, "I wouldn't have been responsible for my actions, if he had tried to hit you back."
Temperance looked at Booth with a confused expression, "I don't understand."
Booth softly smiled at her "Don't worry about it." He looked up to see the man and another man walk over, "We've got company," he said quietly into Brennan's ear.
Temperance looked up and was face to face with the man from before and a new man, "Good morning, my associate said you wished to have a word with me."
"Good morning," said Booth, "I'm Danny and this is my girlfriend Sandy."
The man acknowledged Brennan with a nod of his head. Booth cleared his throat and looked at the man, "You are?"
"Oh, forgive my manners. I am Steven Clarkson, owner of this boxing gym. This is one of my associates, Jeff Adams. How can we help you, Danny?"
Booth pulled Brennan close to him, "She's a boxer and we heard you run an underground ring and she wants to fight."
"No way!" exclaimed Jeff.
"Jeff," said Steven raising a hand, "This is an interesting proposition, but I need insurance incase Sandy fails," he smiled at Booth.
Brennan suddenly spoke "The insurance is me."
"Sandy!" said Booth. "No way!"
"It's not up for discussion Danny," she said staring at Booth. She turned her attention back to Steven and Jeff, "If I fail, you get to keep me as your insurance policy, understand?"
"I agree," said Steven putting out his hand for Brennan to take, Brennan took it.
Jeff handed Booth a card, "That's the address and the time. If your not there we will come after you, understand?"
"Understood," said Booth
"See you tomorrow," said Mr. Clarkson walking off followed by Mr. Adams
Booth watched them walk off and looked at Brennan, "Bones, say if you fail."
Temperance placed an arm around his shoulders, "Let's hope I don't."
Four hours later, Booth and Brennan's hotel room
Booth was in the washroom, the film Grease two was on pause when Brennan's phone rang
"Brennan," she said answering it.
"Hey sweetie," replied Angela, "How's Vegas?"
"Good," said Tempe.
"How's it going with Booth?"
"Good," said Tempe. "Is something wrong?"
"Tempe, this afternoon we had a visitor."
"You're ringing me to tell me about a visitor?"
Angela was quiet.
"Angela? What's wrong?" asked Brennan.
"Tempe, I don't know how to tell you this," said Angela quietly,
"Tell me what?" asked Brennan.
"Sweetie, it's your father, he's-"
"-He's what, Ange?" asked Tempe with a concerned voice.
"He came to the Jeffersonian earlier, with Russ. Zack told him that you and Booth were in Vegas. He told Zack he would beat the crap out of him, if he didn't tell him, so Zack told him what hotel you were staying in." A moment of quietness passed. "Sweetie, are you still there?"
"Yeah. Ange I've got to go. Talk to you soon."
"Bye sweetie."
Five minutes later
Booth walked out of the bathroom to see Temperance sitting quietly, "You okay?" asked Booth.
"Yeah," said Temperance looking into the air.
"Bones?" asked Booth bending down in front of her "Temperance, what's wrong?"
Brennan looked at Booth "Russ and my father went to the Jeffersonian earlier. Dad threatened to beat Zack up if he didn't tell them when I was. They are on their way here Booth."
Booth pushed a hand through his hair, "We'll have to tell them about our undercover."
"Booth, that's the least of our problems."
Booth looked at her, "Oh god, Sully doesn't know that you know where Max is does he?"
Temperance nodded "Booth, what are we going to do?"
A\N: I hope you all like. Here is a preview of chapter 10.
Max, Temperance, Russ and Booth sat in Brennan and Booths hotel room when the door swung open and Sully walked in. "Who's this?" he asked pointing at Max and Russ.
"Sully," said Temperance "This is my brother Russ and this is Father Toby Coulter, a friend of the family." She looked at Russ and Max "Russ, Father Coulter. This is FBI agent Tim 'Sully' Sullivan-"
"-Her boyfriend." said Sully finishing Temperance's sentence.
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