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Janice looked at Booth and grinned.
"I would suggest looser jeans," she teased him.
Booth groaned and flopped back on the couch.

"She is going to be the death of me I swear. BONES can you at least let me know what I'm going to be dealing with," he called up the stairs.

"No!" Brennan called down.

The next thing he know a small scrap of leather came flying off the balcony near the door of their bedroom.

"You're welcome G-man," Angela called down her voice full of laughter.

Booth picked the piece of leather from his lap. Holding it up he swallowed hard and Hodgins whistled.

"This I'm going to have to see," Hodgins chuckled.

Booth was holding up a pentagonal shaped piece of leather that had strings on it. Charlie gulped and pulled at his neckline.

"Bad enough I had to see her underwear but now I have to imagine her in that. I wish that I had that case that got you guys together," Charlie muttered.

Booth snorted at him and glared.

Hodgins glared at Charlie and snarled, "You saw Dr. B's underwear? What the hell Booth?"

"It was an accident when she was in the hospital. Conference call reached for a pen in my pocket and came out with her underwear instead," he said apologetically.

Hodgins snorted at Booth. "Dude I do not want to know any more okay."

Angela and Brennan came down the stairs as the bikers were leaving.

"I need to go do some stuff," Booth whispered in Brennan's ear. He leaned over, kissed Brennan on the forehead, and left the hotel room.

"Where is he going?" Angela asked.

"One of several places but I would think somewhere to let off some physical stress," Brennan theorized.

Angela looked at her, she and Hodgins left quietly. Brennan walked to her computer did a quick search. Finding what she needed she headed out.

B&B

Twenty minutes later, she sat on glass side bench and watched him skate. She sat near a group of people who were watching as well. She watched him skate with an intensity that showed he was thinking as hard as he was skating.

She heard a comment behind her, "Ooh look at that one he is intense. I'd like to tap that intensity." She heard a female laugh behind her.

"Girl you couldn't handle that. No way he is hot and wouldn't look at you twice."

Brennan watched as the ice cleared off. She saw Booth go over to a group of guys. She groaned when she saw the helmet, practice jersey and a hockey stick come out. The girls started cheering at Booth as he took the ice. Brennan sat and watched as he played. Thirty minutes into the game, she watched as someone slammed into him and he slid across the ice. When his head and shoulders slammed into the edge of the ring, she was on her feet and moving as the team gathered around him. They drug him off the ice and into the stands.

"Back up. BACK UP!" She yelled at them as she pushed her way through the crowd.

"Booth!" He looked up and blinked his eyes.

"Bones?"

"Yes Booth," she said quietly. She pulled out her keys and shone a pen light in his eyes.

"Bones get that light out of my eyes."

She gently pulled the helmet off. The girls from behind her in the stands crowded in around them.

"Is he okay?"

"Do you need us to call an ambulance?" She looked up at the girls then down at Booth.

She leaned down and in a singsong voice said, "They like you they really like you."

He gave her his goofy grin and she laughed. She gently rolled his head to the side.

"That is going to be a painful contusion tomorrow. Come on let's get you back to the hotel room," she said softly. He sat up and held his head.

"Sorry guys looks like you will have to find another enforcer. You guys scrambled my brains."

The players laughed and slapped him on the back. He peeled off the jersey, gloves and handed them the items.

"Was fun guys," Booth called out. Brennan helped him stand. One of the girls came up to him and tried to snuggle up to him as if she was helping. He looked at her in confusion.

"I can help you get to your hotel. No need to bother the weirdo over here," cooed at him.

Booth looked at the girl and growled. "For one thing she's not weird she's smart and beautiful. Second, she is my partner and my girlfriend. Let's go Bones."

They headed out to the Sequoia; she loaded him up and got in the driver's seat. She held out her hand and he grunted as he dug in his pocket for the keys. She took them and drove them to the hotel. When they got upstairs, she pushed him toward the stairs. As they were headed towards the bedroom, Charlie came out of his room.

"Oh damn you been playing hockey again Booth?" Booth nodded and kept moving. Brennan followed behind him. He stopped and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled off his shirt and shoes.

"I can undress myself," Booth grunted. He stood up and stripped wincing in pain as he bent over.

"Did you hurt your back?" He nodded and walked into the bathroom.

She heard Charlie laugh and call out, "You're getting to old for that old man."

Brennan laughed under her breath, went down to the kitchenette, and got an ice pack. When she got back to the room Booth was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come on stand up," she ordered. Booth stood up and she pulled him forward, turning him around she adjusted his back. Pushing him gently down on the bed and handed him an ice pack.

Two hours later, she crawled into bed with Booth. She gasped when the ice pack hit her side. Snatching it up, she tossed it on the night table.

B&B

At eight the next morning everyone was sitting around the table. The squints were huddled together in pain from the cheap shot Stires had taken mentioning Zach. Raburn approached them.

"Henry O'Donnel from Las Vegas." She glared at him for his interruption.

"Not an appropriate time dude. And no third strike you are out. Now please move to your side of the table." The team linked their hands and squeezed passing the pain down the line as if it would disappear when it reached the end.

"Is it me or are the squints acting weird? They look like they are at a funeral or something," O'Brien asked the other agents.

"The squints can hear you and we are not acting weird," Cam shot out in anger.

"They are consoling each other from a shared grief," Sweets explained. Brennan stood up and stalked off.

"The squints have feelings too," Booth told O'Brien. He got up and followed Brennan out of the room. They returned a few minutes later. The agent leaned back and looked at them. They sat as they were for a few more moments. Nodding to each other, they started listening to the conversation.

"I want vehicles here, here, here and here. I will call your cell and leave the connection open for one minute when they head out. Los Zetas have technology for tracing radio and cell phone communication. I want the spotters in this and these vehicles to follow the Zetas and a five-minute wait between each spotter until you all are following. I want to know where they go, when they get there slow down and make sure they go in. Are we clear? You are not to interact with the people going in with us after we leave this hotel room. There should be complete radio silence," Booth told them.

The agents nodded and sat down with Booth who was discussing how to locate how these women came into the country.

Brennan stood up and quietly left returning to the lab to examine the bodies again. She spent most of the day going over all of the remains finding consistently that the women were treated in the same manner. Hodgins walked in and told her.

"We have found trace amounts of hydrocarbons, antioxidants, n-octane and isooctane on their clothing." Brennan nodded and thanked him. Picking up her phone, she hit one and waited for Booth to answer.

"Booth"

"They had traces hydrocarbons, antioxidants, n-octane and isooctane on their clothing."

"And that would be what?"

"Aviation fuel."

"So they came in by plane."

"That would be a logical conclusion," she agreed.

"Okay thanks." He ended the call and she hung up her phone. A minute later, her phone buzzed and she picked it up.

Booth: You know how hot squint talk is?

Bones: I know you hate it when I do that.

Booth: Not anymore haven't hated it for a while.

Bones: Okay. I will see you after I finish here.

Booth: Okay. I love you.

She closed her phone and went back to examining the remains and filling out the paper work.

She was finished by four pm and she drove Hodgins back to the hotel with her. That evening the riders and agents were all gathered waiting for Brennan and Booth to come down. There was a knock on the door and Angela went over to open it. She let her father in and closed the door.

"Dude your riding with us?" Josh fish mouthed and the rest of them chuckled at him. Angela's father nodded and said nothing.

"Sweet," Craig said.

They went back to talking. Billy pointed at Booth, Booth knew he had to approach. Hodgins groaned and Craig swallowed hard. Booth walked over to him and stood in front of him.

"Now son, I know that you care about Bren. But over the last few years I have come to care about her as well. Angie's best friend is like family. I also know that she does not deal with emotions as well as the normal person," he pulled his sunglasses off " if you hurt her. Mutual or not I will not forswear my vengence. You will not be as easy as Hodgins however I am very creative. Do we understand each other?"

"Oh shit Ange he took his glasses off," Hodgins whispered in a horrified tone.

Booth swallowed, he knew exactly what Max was capable of and that did not worry him as much as this did.

"Yes, sir. I have no intentions of hurting her," Booth told him honestly.

"Intentions or not you make sure it doesn't happen," Billy said as he slipped his glasses on his face.

Booth did an about face and raced up the stairs to get dressed.

Thirty minutes later everyone turned to the stairs to look.

"You are not wearing that!" They heard Booth holler as they saw a pair of leather-clad legs come into view.

Alrightie everyone I finally finished my new one Murder in Maluku. So now begins the re-read and editing. I started that one before I started this series and just had to finish it. So it will be the next thing I'll be posting while working on this series. If I manage to finish Dancer on a string before Murder in Maluku is finished then well I guess I'll be posting two stories at one time instead of writing two stories at one time!

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