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Climbing the stairs up to the platform, Booth noticed Brennan leaning over one of the latest victims from the possible gang shooting. Moving over to the examination table, he placed his hand on her shoulder and informed her, "I came by to pick up some paper work from Cam and I thought I'd see if you'd confirmed cause of death yet."

Nodding her head, Brennan replied, "After examining each victim, I can say with certainty that they were all shot in the back of the head. Cam plans on doing an autopsy as soon I'm finished here. She concurs but she wants to make sure we aren't missing something. She's very professional."

Removing his hand, Booth walked around the table so that he was facing her. "Okay. Sounds good. We got a hit on their fingerprints, so we won't need Angela to do her computer genius thing. All three of them had police records. In fact, all three were just released from prison two days ago. They served time for carjacking and kidnapping. The victim survived but I'm pretty sure who the victim was is what got them killed. Now we just need to prove it."

Curious, Wendell glanced at Brennan to see if she would ask the agent to explain.

Intrigued, Brennan asked, "Who was the victim?"

"Those dumb asses carjacked a car belonging to the daughter-in-law of Ryan Stewart." Shaking his head at the stupidity of some people, Booth explained further, "They forced her out of her car and didn't realize that her baby was in a car seat in the back until after they drove off. They abandoned the car and the baby a couple of miles away in front of a fire station. At least they made sure the baby was safe, not that that helped them in the end. I'm just surprised they weren't killed in prison."

Shocked, Wendell shook his head, "Oh my God, Ryan Stewart is high up in the Quinn crime family isn't he?"

Nodding his head slowly, Booth replied, "Yep, he's Bryan Quinn's son-in-law. The baby is Bryan Quinn's great-grandson."

Removing her latex gloves, Brennan spoke to her intern, "You may tell Cam that she can perform her autopsies whenever she's ready. We won't be cleaning the bones since the bodies are mostly intact and the damage done to the skulls was centered on the occipital bone."

Smiling, Wendell removed his gloves, "I'll go tell her right now."

Watching the intern leave the platform, Booth moved around the table and leaned close enough to Brennan so their conversation couldn't be heard by anyone nearby, "I woke up and you were gone this morning. I missed not seeing you."

Speaking softly, Brennan replied, "I needed to go home and change clothes. I ran out of clean clothes at your apartment. I need to do laundry tonight Booth."

Nodding his head, Booth smiled, "Alright. I'll come over to your place after work and help you."

Snorting, Brennan replied, "I don't need help doing laundry."

Looking around and seeing the platform empty, Booth kissed her quickly on the cheek, "I know you don't. I just want to help that's all. We'll stay at your place for a few days and take care of whatever needs to be taken care of." Winking at her Booth teased her, "Um, you ever do it on the washing machine?"

Concerned where they were having their conversation, Brennan admonished him, "Booth behave!" Glancing around to make sure they were alone on the platform, Brennan relented, "No, but I'm sure it might be quite interesting." Clearing her throat, she tried to turn the conversation, "Alright, you have some clothes in my hamper in the bathroom, so we'll take care of them too." Throwing her gloves in the bio-hazard bin, Brennan started to walk towards the stairs, "I have some completed reports in my office if you'd like to take them back with you."

Following her down the stairs, Booth replied, "Good, sounds good. . . You know, Bones, I really hate your office, all those damn glass walls. It makes it difficult for me to show my appreciation for all the good things you do for me."

Glancing back, Brennan sighed, "I used to like the glass walls but I just find them annoying now."

Watching them from the catwalk above the platform, Hodgins laughed quietly, "Those two have no idea how transparent they are. I love it. This is better than a movie." Walking rapidly across the catwalk, he made his way to the stairs leading down to the floor below.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Booth stopped and looked up at the catwalk. Observing Hodgins walking rapidly along the catwalk from the Platform area, he growled, "Shit."

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Entering Brennan's office, Booth closed the door behind him and stood near the closed door, "Hodgins knows."

Removing four files from her desk, Brennan looked up, "Hodgins knows what?"

Grimacing, Booth moved closer to her desk and took the files from her hand, "He knows about us."

Puzzled, Brennan looked through her glass walls and found the area to be quiet, "How do you know?"

Pointing over his shoulder, Booth explained, "After we got off the Platform I saw movement on the catwalk above us. Hodgins was up there while we were on the Platform. He probably saw me kiss you."

Annoyed, Brennan sat down behind her desk, "Booth, you should have shown more restraint."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth smiled a sheepish smile, "I didn't get a chance to kiss you this morning. You're like a drug to me. I need a kiss from you to start my day."

A little exasperated and yet flattered at the same time, Brennan protested rather mildly, "Booth, we've only been in a relationship for seven days. Surely you don't need a kiss every morning."

Wiggling his eyebrows at her, Booth responded, "Hey, it only took me one day to get addicted to your kisses so yes, I need a kiss every morning."

A tiny smile gracing her lips, Brennan finally nodded her head, "Alright. . . . What do you want to do about Hodgins? I could talk to him and ask him to not say anything to anyone about us."

Shaking his head, Booth asked her, "You don't really think that will accomplish anything do you? He and Angela are the worst gossips I know."

Her eyes growing wide, Brennan placed her hand across her mouth, "Oh."

Wary, Booth asked rather cautiously, "What?"

"Um, Angela already knows about us." Averting her eyes, Brennan stared at her desk top, "I told her about us the morning after Vincent died."

Sitting down on the couch, Booth placed his hands over his eyes, "Great." Lowering his hands, Booth stared at Brennan, "I'm amazed she didn't put an ad in the paper."

Leaning on her desk, Brennan moved her gaze towards her boyfriend, "She promised not to say anything."

Crossing his arms, Booth asked, "Really?" Irritated, Booth asked, "Did you tell anyone else?"

Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "No of course not."

Thinking furiously, Booth finally responded, "Okay the cats out of the bag. We need to let the FBI know about it as soon as possible. If my bosses hear about it second hand they may just try to punish me for it and take you away from me. I don't want them to think I'm trying to game the system."

Certain he was right, Brennan asked, "When do you plan to tell them?"

A smile breaking out on his face, Booth laughed, "Oh . . . I have a great idea. . . . Want to have a little fun?"

Confused, Brennan asked, "I don't know what you mean? Are you going to tell Cullen? Do you want me to be there when you tell him?"

Shaking his head, Booth smiled slyly, "Cullen has been bugging me ever since Vincent was killed. He wants both of us to talk to Sweets. Let's make an appointment to see him tonight and use that little session to have some fun. We'll break it to him that we're a couple now and he can tell Cullen for us."

"Where does the fun come in?" Wary, Brennan stared intently at her partner.

Amused at his own plan, Booth continued to smile, "Come on, it's a chance to yank his chain. We won't tell him right away. We'll just play with him for a little bit and then see it he can figure it out. You'll see. It'll be fun."

Unconvinced, Brennan replied, "I still don't see where the fun part comes in, but okay."

Standing, Booth clapped his hands together, "That's my girl. I'll call you this afternoon and let you know when the session is." Glancing out into the hallway and seeing several people walk by, Booth frowned, "I gotta go. I'd kiss you, but, well, we'd have an audience."

Sad, Brennan nodded her head, "Yes, I understand. Perhaps it's a good thing we're spilling the legumes. I'd like to be able to kiss you when I want to."

"Spilling the beans, Bones." Walking over to the door, he opened it and looked at Brennan. "That was pretty close though. You're getting pretty good at colloquialisms."

Proud, Brennan nodded her head, "Yes, I know." Standing, Brennan called out, "Wait."

Stopping, Booth turned back. Brennan moving around her desk, walked the few steps to her doorway and smiled, "I just wanted to remind you that we're spending tonight together at my place."

Snaking an arm around her, Booth rested his hand on her lower hip and spoke quietly, "I'll be there with bells on."

Leaning against him momentarily, Brennan laughed, "I don't think bells will be necessary, Booth."

Squeezing her hip and releasing it, Booth laughed, "Yeah, they'd make too much noise when we . . . uh . . . well you know. Anyway, I got to go." Stepping outside the office, Booth chuckled as he walked quickly towards the main entrance.

Cam and Wendell, trying to collectively pick their jaws up off of the floor, turned to look at one another.

A little stunned, the intern started to speak, "They . . ."

Interrupting him, Cam quickly shook her head, "No, Mr. Bray. We didn't see anything."

Glancing at Brennan's doorway, Wendell tried again, "But. . ."

Placing her hand on his arm, Cam advised him, "I think it would be better if we forget we saw that. They'll say something when they're ready."

Amused, Wendell laughed, "Man, you'd think they'd be a little more circumspect if they're trying to keep that a secret."

Shrugging her shoulders, Cam chuckled, "They are being discreet for them."

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