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Her spoon tinkling against the inside of her coffee cup as she stirred in her cream, Caroline watched Booth as he scooped the broccoli from his plate with a fork and dropped it onto Brennan's plate. "Okay Cher', I think you three should be good to go tomorrow morning. The Richards have agreed to add you to their barbeque crew . . . Smokin Hot . . . anyway, the next competition is in Lafayette, Louisiana this coming weekend at the Cajun Dome parking lot. You three will fly into New Orleans on Wednesday morning and then take a short flight over to Baton Rouge."

Her coffee growing cooler as she spoke, Caroline decided to drink some before it turned stone cold. The caffeine welcome, she savored the taste of the coffee and then placed her cup down. Poking her grilled chicken salad with a fork she continued. "The FBI field office will have transportation ready for you to pick up when you get there. Someone will meet you at the Baton Rouge Metropolitan Airport and hand over the keys to your vehicles. Lafayette is about an hour drive from Baton Rouge." Her eyes now completely on Booth, she added. "If you go the speed limit and I suggest you do that since the police patrol the basin fairly regularly . . . All three of you will be staying at the Hilton Garden Inn which is across the street from the Cajun Dome." Turning to face Aubrey, Caroline sneered. "You'll be happy to know it's just down the street from the University Hospital just in case you . . . um . . . get a little too enthusiastic eating at the competition."

His attention up until then on his meatloaf, Aubrey swallowed his bite of food and turned to glare at the prosecutor. "Ha, that'll be the day. I've never . . ."

After he swallowed his bite of baked chicken, Booth interrupted Aubrey. "What about the cars that Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Spencer have?"

Her food beckoning her, Caroline held up her hand, chewed a bite of her grilled chicken and then turned her attention back towards Booth. "I've made arrangements for Dr. Hodgins to fly to Waco, Texas and then to Shreveport to examine the car and truck. Neither woman wants to give up their vehicles for a long period of time, but they are both willing to let Dr. Hodgins look to his heart's content without a warrant if he comes to them."

Placing her glass down on the table, Brennan nodded her head. "If there is anything to find on the victims vehicles, Hodgins will find it . . . I've looked over the police reports and it would seem the police in Austin, Houston and Kansas City did a thorough job going over the motel rooms, but it was already too late when they began their search, as the rooms had been cleaned a few times and they had been used by other renters . . . they found no evidence of blood or violence in the rooms."

Her cup in her hand, Caroline interjected, "And yet we have five missing men . . ."

"That we know of." Booth interrupted Caroline. There was a possibility that there were more and Booth didn't want anyone at the table to forget that.

"Yeah Cher'." Sipping her coffee, she found it too cold for her taste, placed the cup down and waved for her waitress. "That we know of. They were all unattached males who were only missed by their mothers and the companies they worked for . . . well except for Gary Morgan. He was missed by his team mates. If it wasn't for Joe Richard no one may have realized that something odd was going on. Thank God for nosey people."

After the waitress came by and refilled Ms. Julian's cup with fresh coffee, Aubrey swallowed his last bit of meatloaf and cleared his throat. "What I don't understand is if these people were really murdered then where are the bodies? Why hasn't at least one of them been found so far? It seems weird to me. It's not that easy to get rid of a body."

Brennan felt that blanket statements were offensive. "That's not true. I can think of several ways to get rid of a body and never have it found. All it . . ."

Not in the mood to let Brennan kill his appetite, Booth placed his hand over her hand. "Bones, I'm eating. Let's skip that part of the conversation . . . thank you."

Amused with her husband's dislike of the gory parts of his job, Brennan smiled, gripped his hand then picked up her fork to finish eating. "I will refrain of going into details at this particular time."

Caroline muttered under her breath. "Thank God."

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Their trip uneventful, Booth was glad to be on the road again after taking possession of a black Ford 150 pickup truck from the airport. The agent that had met them shrugged his shoulders when he handed over the keys. "I figured you'd want to fit in." Handing the keys to the purple Ford 150 pickup to Aubrey, Booth laughed. "Go LSU."

Not amused, Aubrey took the keys from Booth and stared sorrowfully at the truck. "God I hope no one from my alma mater sees me in this purple nightmare."

Moving over to his truck, Booth opened the back door and threw in his and Brennan's luggage. "Well Wanda, it's off to the barbeque."

After placing her purse on the floor in the front passenger side of the truck, Brennan slid in on the seat and smiled at her partner. "Yes . . . I was thinking I could grill some vegetable kabobs while you and the Richards cook your meat for the contest."

Slamming the back door shut, Booth hurried to the driver's side and got in. "No way, Wanda. This is a barbeque cook-off and no one wants to see anything of a vegetable nature on their plate."

Her eyes mere slits, Brennan turned her gaze upon Booth. "Since I refuse to eat meat, I am going to grill some vegetable kabobs. You may eat them or not."

Booth realized that Brennan was going to do what she wanted to do anyway. "Yeah, sure . . . Whatever you want to do, Wanda. Vegetable kabobs it is . . . just no broccoli."

Leaning over Brennan kissed him. "Of course not . . . I do like to go undercover with you."

Her kiss warm and inviting, Booth returned her kiss finding it spiraling into a very intense kiss. As his hand moved around her side, the sudden blare of a car horn interrupted their moment.

Annoyed with Aubrey, Booth pulled back from Brennan and started their truck. "We should have left Aubrey at home."

Turning, Brennan saw the younger agent waiting in his truck, laughing at them. "I agree . . . and I'm glad you gave him the grape jelly colored truck."

Booth snickered, pulled out of the parking space, rolled down the window and shouted at Aubrey. "Go LSU!"

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A/N: LSU is Louisiana State University. Their school colors are gold and purple.