J is for Jim and Jail.

As promised, here is 'J'. And please, send in your ideas for 'K'! I'm stumped... I'm thinking of doing something with the obvious 'Kissing', but I need another K word to go with it. And somehow, I don't think the ones I have come up with (koala, klondike and kite) are going to help much. Here is my plea for help!!

:) B

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Booth ambled into his office while sipping his coffee. With one hand he sorted through the various notices that were stuck to his little-used computer monitor. One caught his eye – it was an inter-office memo. Picking it up, he skimmed it quickly.

There's something you might want to see down in the holding cells.

Frowning in confusion, he headed back out of his office to the elevator. Why would there be someone down in the holding cells for him? He wasn't currently working a case and couldn't remember any criminals getting away from him recently. Whistling dully, he stepped out of the elevator and walked up to the guard.

"I got a note that you had someone down here for me, Jim." He said to the guard. Jim nodded, gesturing for Booth to follow.

"Right this way. We picked her up last night." Booth was still puzzling over who it could possibly be when the cell came into view.

His partner was curled up on the uncomfortable looking cot, covered in mud. He could see the beginnings of a bruise forming on her forehead, and she had numerous scratches and scrapes on her bare arms.

"Bones?" Booth asked uncertainly, not sure if she was awake. He watched her eyes open slowly and she blinked at him in confusion. He felt anger pool in the pit of his stomach when he saw that one of her eyes was blacked.

"Booth? Where am..." She trailed off when she spotted Jim, a murderous look on her face. Booth swore he heard her growl. "You could have been a bit more considerate." She huffed at him.

"What happened, Bones?"

"Booth, you know you can't talk with detainees until we've-" Jim started.

"What do you mean?! It's my partner, dammit! Why the hell is she in here anyway?" Brennan could tell he was about to punch something so decided to intervene.

"I was walking home and was mugged, and some idiot rookie picked me up and brought me in for assault. Jim here," She paused to glare, "Thought it would be fun to lock my up on the rookie's stupid insistence."

"Rookie who?" Booth asked.

"You're not aloud to TALK to her!" Jim said, trying to force Booth away from the cell.

"Fine, fine, I won't talk. Can I sit here?" Booth asked, gesturing to the floor in front of her cell.

"Be my guest. I'm gonna call Cullen and ask him what I should do with her." Booth flopped down on the floor, leaning his back against the harsh metal bars. Brennan scooted over to sit next to him so that they were back to back, their spines touching.

Tempe saw that Booth was going to stick to his word and keep his mouth shut. Reaching through the bars she grabbed his hand, lacing her fingers through his. He squeezed it slightly, reassuring her and more with the simple touch than any words could.

"Booth!" Came the deep, booming voice of Sam Cullen. "What is this about talking to detain-" He stopped at the sight of Booth and his partner sitting as close as possible with a metal gate between them. "What the hell is going on here?" He was confused as to why half of his best homicide detective team was currently in a holding cell.

"That's what I was trying to figure out before Jim reminded me that I'm not aloud to talk to detainees." Booth explained as Cullen sighed in annoyance.

"He's new. Dr. Brennan, can you tell me what happened? Who brought you in?"

"I was mugged while walking home. The guy who jumped me was strong... very strong. I fought back, but he managed to get a few hits in." Brennan gestured to her face with her free hand, the other one still clinging to Booth's.

"I was about to flip him when I was pulled off. The next thing I knew I had my face in the ground, a knee in my back and some idiot was cuffing me. He read me my rights, stuffed me in the back of his SUV and hauled me here. I was unconscious when they brought me in, but when I woke up it was freezing, and I was really thirsty. I asked Jim for a blanket and some water and he told me to shut up and that he wasn't supposed to talk to detainees." She felt Booth bristling and squeezed his hand to tell him to let her finish.

"I didn't get a look at the rookie's face, but he'll be the security tapes. There also might be cameras of my attack - I was outside Sid's. He just got a parking lot cam installed a month ago." She finished.

"Sid's?" Cullen asked.

"Wong Foo's." Booth answered for her. "Can we get out of here now? Bones probably would like a piece of pie, I know I sure would. And some of those cuts might need cleaning."

"Booth, I'm right here. You don't have to talk in third person." Brennan said.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you, Bones!" Booth hissed back.

Cullen watched the interaction with amusement. Pulling a key out of his pocket, he unlocked Bren's cell door.

"I'll open up an investigation. We'll figure out who brought you in, Dr. Brennan." He said before turning to Booth. "You don't look so good, Booth. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

Booth's face lit up as he caught on. Letting out a fake cough, he tugged Brennan to his side and put on an innocent face. "I think we'll do that, Sir." Grinning, he tugged his partner behind him as they headed out to the parking lot and Booth's awaiting SUV.

His coffee remained forgotten on his desk.

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"Come on, Bones." Booth urged, flipping on a couple lights as he made his way into her apartment.

"It's myhouse, Booth." She grumbled, dropping the paper bag with her belongings onto her hall table. "I'm going to grab a shower, ok? Make yourself at home." Turning on her heel, she practically ran to the bathroom, desperate to get the muck and grime off her skin.

Booth flopped down on her couch and flipped on the TV. Yes, she had a TV. After much grumbling from him, he had convinced her to go out and buy a nice flat screen with all that saved up book money. Happily settling on a replay of last night's Rangers game, he passed the next half an hour practically not blinking.

Brennan, meanwhile, sighed in relief as the hot water washed away the previous night. She felt herself relax completely. A few minutes of just letting the water run over her scraped and bruised body, she shut off the water. Shaking her head like a dog to rid her hair of excess water, she grabbed her fluffiest towel and headed to her bedroom. Quickly toweling off, she threw on her most comfortable jeans and a cream colored cami. After brushing her hair she pulled it up in a messy bun. Tossing the brush on her bed on her way out of the room, she headed to where she knew Booth would be glued to the TV.

He sensed her presence before she said anything.

"Feeling better?" He asked. Brennan walked over and leaned her forearms on the back of the couch. Booth leaned his head back and grinned at her upside down.

"Much. Do you want to change into something more comfortable? We DO have the day off, after all." Nodding, Booth got up and headed to her bedroom. Pulling open HIS draw in her dresser, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He moved to the bathroom to change. A few minutes later he emerged dressed comfortably.

They stood in the middle of her bedroom, staring at each other nervously, unsure of what to do.

"Pie?" He asked and she nodded.

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"What have you got for pie, Sid?" Booth asked as they slid onto their usual bar stools. The bartender eyed them up and down, taking in the casual clothes.

"Playing hookie, you two?" He asked with a grin. "And I thought you preffered that 'Diner's' pie over mine."

Booth shook his head. "You make the best apple of anywhere. Even better than, although I probably shouldn't say this, my mother's."

"Well, with that high a compliment I'll bring you an extra big slice." Turing to Brennan, he asked. "Blueberry?"

"Please."

A minute later the partners were happily chowing down on their respecitve pie slices. Booth finished his first and was eying Brennan's wistfully. She rolled her eyes and nudged him with her arm, silently giving him permission to help her finish hers.

Sid watched their interactions. They seemed closer than ever today – They must have had one of their bickering sessions. Or, knowing them, something more tramatic. At least they don't ever get thrown in jail.