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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.

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Booth had finished walking around town making sure that no one was up to mischief when he decided to swing by the mayor's house and get his dirty clothes. He had found a laundry in town and even though it was expensive, he didn't feel he had a lot of choice. He didn't know how to wash clothes, at least not very well, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask Tempe to do it for him.

Walking into the house, Booth detoured into the kitchen and got a drink of water. He loved the idea of running water in the kitchen and he knew someday, when he built a house, he wanted to have running water in his kitchen. While he was drinking his water, Booth noticed a plate of cookies sitting on the counter. Snagging two of them, Booth went into the dining room and sat down. Looking at the cookies, he realized that they were oatmeal cookies with raisins. After biting into one, he knew that he had found a real treat.

Booth had just finished his first cookie when he heard a thump upstairs. Booth knew that the Mayor was at his store and Tempe was over at her mine. It was 10:20 a.m. so he knew the house should be empty. Tempe had told him that Daisy, her part time housekeeper, didn't come in until after lunch.

Getting up from the table, Booth walked over to the stair case and listened. Hearing voices, Booth decided to check and see what was going on. If someone was robbing the place then it was up to him to stop it.

Walking up the stairs as quietly as he could, Booth reached the landing and stopped. Listening, he heard voices coming from his room. Not liking the idea that someone might be trying to steal his stuff, Booth walked down the hallway, put his hand on the door knob with his left hand, drew his gun with the right hand and then turned the knob opening the door. Walking through the doorway with his gun drawn, Booth found himself looking at two naked forms on his bed.

Hearing the door bang open, Daisy, the part time housekeeper screamed and threw herself off of the bed and behind it.

Lance, the barman at the saloon, looking at a gun pointed at him, moved his hands down to give himself a little cover and said, "Uh, Sheriff. What are you doing here?"

Sighing, Booth said, "This happens to be my bedroom."

Squealing and holding her arms across her chest, Daisy peeked over the bed and said, "Why are you home? You don't come home until the evening."

Pursing his lips, Booth said, "The better question is, why are you using my bed to fool around in? And I guess even more importantly, is this the first time or have you done this before?"

Blushing, Daisy said, "I live with my mother. I can't invite Lance over to my house. I'd just get into trouble."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "So you prefer to get into trouble here?"

Shaking her head, Daisy said, "Well if you didn't sneak around then I wouldn't have got into trouble this time. Are you going to tell Temperance? If you do, she'll fire me and I would hate that. She pays really good wages."

Looking at Lance, Booth asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Shaking his head, Lance said, "No, not really. I would like to get up and put my clothes back on."

Nodding his head, Booth continued to point his gun at Lance and said, "Yeah, I bet you would."

Looking at Daisy, Booth said, "See that bag on the chair near the dresser?"

Turning her head, Daisy looked over the mattress and saw a big bag resting on the chair. Nodding her head, Daisy said, "Yes, what about it?"

Smiling, Booth said, "I won't tell Tempe about this unfortunate event if you'll wash my clothes. They're in the bag. You also have to change the sheets on my bed and make sure you wash them good. Use boiling water."

Nodding her head, Daisy said, "You're the sheriff. Aren't you supposed to be against blackmail?"

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Only when it doesn't involve a naked girl and naked guy in my bed. When that happens you have to think that blackmail is better that being shot."

Nodding his head, Lance said, "Take him up on his offer, Daisy. I'll help you."

Smiling, Booth said, "Well, for a young man who can't keep it in his pants, maybe you have some common sense after all."

Putting his gun back into his holster, Booth folded his arms across his chest and said, "If I catch you ever doing this again, in any of the rooms in this house, I'll make sure that lack of sex is the least of your problems."

Blushing, Lance said, "Thanks Sheriff. I won't be back, you can count on it."

Shocked, Daisy asked Lance, "You're breaking up with me?"

Turning his head and looking at Daisy, Lance said, "Of course not. We just need to find somewhere else to dance."

Puzzled, Daisy asked, "Dance?"

Sighing, Lance glanced at Booth and then back at Daisy, "You know, the deed."

Shrugging her shoulders, Daisy just looked at Lance like he was speaking Italian.

Shaking his head, Booth said, "He wants to have sex somewhere else. God, don't you people know how to talk to each other? If you're old enough to have sex then you can use the word."

Turning around, Booth left the room, walked down the stairs, snagged his cookie from the dining room table and left the house.

Seeing Booth leave the room, Daisy turned to Lance and said, "Gosh, he sure is touchy."

Nodding his head, Lance got up and started taking the sheets off of the bed. The mood was dead any ways. "Having a gun pointed at you tends to do that to you," Lance thought.

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Hope you liked Daisy and Lance getting into trouble. I did.