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AN: I watched 'American Pie' recently so thats why there's a another quotes heehee. Good movie ...

"I can't believe this," hissed Brennan as Booth knocked on the door. "I can't believe we are actually going to do this!"

"Hey, do you think I'm enjoying it?" he replied, venom in his tone. Shifting from foot to foot, he rang the doorbell again.

"Serial killer on the lose. The "Squint Squad" finds where he's holed up," Brennan did sarcastic quote marks at Squint Squad. "But alas, the brave, amazing, wise, innovating Agent Booth …"

"Yer, I get it," he cut off. "And you should do that even less than normal people."

She looked perplexed. "What?"

"The quote mark things," Booth showed her.

"I distinctly recall you saying that I must learn to stop alienating my self from modern forms of communication," she paused. "Well, not in that many words …"

"Yer, communication as in … knowing who Stifler's mum is,"

"Who's Stifler's mom?"

"Exactly!" exasperated, Booth went to ring the doorbell again. At the moment a bleary eyed women opened the door, wearing a pink and yellow flowered bathrobe and a hairnet. She looked to be about 58 years old.

"Yes, sweetie?" she asked, peering up at the 6 foot FBI Agent, who was easily a meter taller than her.

"Umm, well," Booth stammered. "You wouldn't happen to have a gun handy?"

The lady looked shocked. "I'm sure it's not that bad, sweetie. You have heaps to live for. You're young, fit, handsome. You have a beautiful girlfriend," the women stopped at smiled politely at the flabbergasted Brennan. "Hello, sweetheart." Then her gaze returned to Booth. "I'm sure things will get better. Why don't you come in and sit down and have some cookies?"

Booth was looking at her with his mouth slightly open. Crazy old lady. Reminds me of my mum … but those cookies did sound good … maybe if he played along for awhile he could get some morning tea…

Brennan jabbed him in the ribs. He was brought back to reality. "No, madam, it's nothing like that. I'm Special Agent Seely Booth, with the FBI. This is my partner Dr Temperance Brennan."

"The author?" the lady placed her hand to her heart. "Oh my, this is wonderful. I'm a huge fan. When my husband is off playing golf I love to curl up with a hot cup of tea and read Born Free. The sequels my favori-" the lady paused then looked from Brennan to Booth and back to Brennan. "Wait, you must be – oh my gosh. The sequel was dedicated to you. You must be so proud of Dr Brennan here. And you make a lovely couple."

Blushing, Temperance said, "no we're not … like that."

This was getting out of hand.

"Look, Mrs …"

"Petterson."

"Mrs Petterson, we're on official FBI business. It'd be much obliged if you could lend us a gun … If you have one … of course," Booth felt terrible for harassing this poor old women.

"Ohhh, FBI business," Mrs Petterson looked at him. "Don't FBI Agents usually carry their own gun, not borrow them from old ladies?"

"Well someone," Temperance looked pointedly at Booth, who blushed again. "Left their gun in the car. Then discovered they had locked their keys in the car. And since he didn't want to break the window and RACQ is an hour away and our serial killer could be gone by then, the person in question then decided to would be appropriate to come and bang on random peoples front doors and say "Hi, could I borrow a gun?"" Brennan stopped for a breath. "And do you possibly have two guns, since he won't give me one?"

18 minutes earlier

Booth reached to pull his gun out of its holster.

"Dammit," he whispered. Brennan turned from where they were positioned to break the serial killers door down.

"What?"

"I left my gun in the car,"

"What?"

"It must have fell out," Booth sighed and began to jog down the driveway. Brennan followed. When they got to the car, Booth reached into his pocket and felt for the keys.

"Dammit,"

"Don't tell me," Brennan sighed, "you lost the keys."

"No, I know exactly where they are," he pointed through the window to the ignition, where they hung.

"Dammit," Brennan said. Then reiterated. "Dammit, dammit."

"Now what?" Booth asked. Sighing.

"Break the window,"

"I'm not breaking the window of my own car!"

"So you'd break the window of someone else's car?"

"Bones!"

Present

At the end of Brennan's explanation there was a moment's silence.

"Hmm," the lady thought for a moment. "Ok." She turned and walked into the house, leaving our heroes standing on the porch. After a half a minute, which Booth and Brennan spent silently debating with each other whether to follow with glares and gestures, Mrs Petterson returned. She carried two .357 revolvers.

"There you go, sweetie," she handed them to the astounded Anthropologist and Agent and smiled pleasantly, "Now run off and catch the baddies. And make sure you pop over for a coffee one day."

They thanked her and turned to go.

Then she called out, "Dr Brennan, make sure you call me as soon as your new book is being published. And you must come over and sign it."

"Sure will, Mrs Peterson."

They started walking down the driveway again.

"And, Agent Booth?" she smiled at him, "keep your chin up, sweetie. You have a life worth living."

Booth laughed and shook his head. Crazy, eccentric women. And so much like my mother!! Freaky… "I'll try to remember that." :)

I imagine Booth's mum would be eccentric (like my granma). Anyway, what didcha think? Personally, I'm proud I didn't mention the loo! Yay! BTW incase you didn't catch on, Mrs Petterson thought Booth wanted the gun to commit suicide :) communitcation break-down lol. Later folks!