It's been a while but I finally found my muse for this again!

Gum

"One of the hardest things to teach a child is that the truth is more important than the consequences." –O.A. Battista

Reflective

When the adrenaline wore off, he stopped pacing and sat far enough in the shadows so as not to be seen, but close enough to see everything. He nodded his head at one of the passing spooks to move along and smirked when the man did so. Sure, the might've taken him down when he'd first come in, but he'd earned their respect with his two shots.

No one but the spooks- and possibly Cam- had recognized the skills he'd put on display; how deadly accurate his aim had been. He'd felt the weight of the suited gazes and the grudging respect they now showed. The squints- on the other hand- were way too wrapped up in proving whose bones they were identifying to focus long on his shooting. It'd stung more than a little when they'd started dismissing things they had no clue about outside of their pristine lab.

He watched as White approached Cam and Bones, no doubt to announce he was shutting down the whole investigation. He heard the defiance in his partner's voice and knew she wouldn't be handing anything over until she had what she was looking for. Even as White and the others left, she bent back over the remains, studying them closely.

"Having a good sulk, Seeley?" an all-too familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What do you want from me, Camille?" he asked, never taking his eyes off of Bones.

"Some adult behavior would be a good start," she sat down on the catwalk beside him, "Though at this point I'd settle for some good stall tactics."

He grunted in response, continuing his silent vigil.

"Look," she put a hand on his arm, "I don't pretend to know what the two of you were arguing about, but I do know that this case is way bigger than any one person in this lab."

"She doesn't get it, Cam," he shook his head in frustration. "None of them do."

"Maybe not Sweets, or Hodgins, or Angela," she agreed, "But Dr. Brennan? You know she's faced the same horrors we have first-hand; or at the very least seen their after-effects. Corrupt governments aren't a stretch for her."

"This one should be!" the metal railing reverberated where his hand struck it. "We're better than that!"

"O-kay," she held up her hands, "let's step back from that ledge and think about what's really going on here. Do you know what she's doing down there?"

"Proving Hodgins is right," the sulk was back in his voice but he didn't care.

"Come on, Big Man, you know better than that," his old friend admonished. "Dr. Brennan has one motive and one motive only."

"The truth," Booth finally muttered.

"The truth," she confirmed. "Would you seriously ask her to set that aside just so you can feel better?"

She let the question hang between them; for once not pressing for an answer.

"Well," she stood after a few moments, "I have some more people to motivate in the right direction and maybe give these guys a run for their money. You decide you want a piece of that action- well- you know where to find us."

He watched her head down and enter the room where the squints had gathered, absorbing everything she'd said. As he watched the squints scatter once again he realized she was right.

"Okay," he said to himself, waving casually to the spooks as he took the stairs two at a time, "time for the fun to start."