I don't own Bones or have any rights to "Support Your Local Sheriff".

This story is VERY loosely based on the movie "Support Your Local Sheriff". I will be using the idea of the movie; but, I intend for most of the dialog to be mine. I will also use the names of the people we know and love.

Oooooooooooooooooo

Tempe normally didn't cook lunch because she was so busy at her mine; but, since she now had company at home and there was a man in jail, she decided that sandwiches and coffee wouldn't be a big deal to fix. Making enough food for three men, Tempe loaded up a basket and carried it over to the jail. Arriving at the jail, Tempe saw Booth crossing the street and walking towards her with a smile.

As soon as Booth had reached the center of the street, a man, with a gun slung low on his hip called out to Booth, "Stop right there, Sheriff. My name's Jacob Brodsky and I don't like you."

Looking at Brodsky, Booth said, "And I should give a rat's ass why?"

Smiling, Brodsky said, "Because I kill people I don't like. Better go for your gun because I'm going to kill you."

Sighing, Booth turned to face Brodsky completely and put his right hand near his gun; but, he didn't draw it. "If you're going to try to kill me then you draw first. I don't want people to say I took advantage of you."

Smirking, Brodsky said, "You? Take advantage of me?" Reaching down, Brodsky drew his gun, only to find himself lying on the ground looking up at Booth.

"Who sent you?" Booth asked.

Looking a little puzzled, Brodsky said, "Gordon" and then died.

Sadly, Booth looked up and saw Hodgins standing next to him. Looking back down at Brodsky, Booth said, "Take his body over to the funeral home and make sure that he has a nice funeral. Then tell the funeral home to send the bill to Gordon Wyatt. Mr. Brodsky was one of his employees."

Nodding his head, Hodgins said, "You got it boss."

Seeing Tempe in front of the jail waiting, Booth walked over to her and said, "I really hate doing that before lunch. It throws my appetite off. "

Nodding, Tempe said, "I didn't help my appetite either."

Handing the basket to Booth, Tempe said, "Lunch. Don't be late for dinner tonight. We're going to have company."

Nodding his head, Booth took the basket into the jail and then took some sandwiches and coffee back to Sully.

Taking the food and drink from Booth, Sully asked, "What was the shooting about? Why isn't someone in jail with me?"

Smiling, Booth said, "Because I did the killing and I'm not going to arrest me for killing someone in self-defense."

Shaking his head, Sully said, "Sure, when you kill someone it's self-defense, when I kill someone it's murder. Now, you tell me why that is."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Because I'm paid a hundred and fifty dollars a month to kill people for the mayor and this town and you aren't."

Sighing, Sully said, "I knew I was in the wrong profession."

Shaking his head, Booth went back to his office to eat.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That evening, Booth walked in through the doorway of the Mayor's home to find the mayor and Tempe talking to someone in the parlor. Walking into the parlor, Booth noticed a beautiful woman sitting on the couch next to Tempe.

Seeing, Booth, Tempe said, "Sheriff Booth, I would like to introduce my best friend, Angela Montenegro."

Smiling, Angela held out her hand to Booth.

Smiling back, Booth took Angela's hand in his and kissed the top of it. Letting her hand go, Booth said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Montenegro."

Shaking her head, Angela said, "Please call me Angela. All of my friends do and I do hope we're going to be friends."

Nodding his head, Booth sat in the chair next to Max and said, "I hope we will be too."

Frowning, Tempe stood up and said, "I have to go check on dinner. I'll be right back."

Standing back up, Booth said, "If you need help, please let me know."

Shaking her head, Tempe said, "Really? I can't get Dad to go near the kitchen when I'm cooking."

Smiling, Booth said, "I know my way around a kitchen. If you need help all you have to do is ask."

Seeing Max looking at her and shaking his head, Tempe sighed and said, "That won't be necessary, Sheriff. I don't really need any help."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth sat down in the chair again.

Leaving the parlor, Tempe entered the kitchen and started talking to herself, "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Montenegro. Please call me Angela. All of my friends do and I do hope we're going to be friends."

Forgetting that she was covered in mud the first time Booth saw her, Tempe asked the air, "Why didn't he kiss my hand the first time he saw me? What's wrong with me?"

Shaking her head, Tempe said, "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't need a husband and I certainly don't need the Sheriff. He can have Angela, I won't care."

Tempe sighed and finished cooking her dinner. Worried that Booth really was attracted to Angela, Tempe fought the sadness she felt. She wasn't husband hunting. She just thought it would be nice if she had a friend that liked her and didn't consider her strange or weird like so many of the men in the town did. She thought Booth might have been that friend. Now she wasn't sure. Maybe she just wasn't meant to have very many friends.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooo

What do you think of this story? Let me know. Thanks.