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After the Sheriff gave him an evidence bag, Booth collected the shoes from Mike Benton in his motel room and walked back out into the parking lot. Booth had thought about evidence and he had asked Mike to mail any solid waste that came out of Rex for the next few days to Jack Hodgins at the Jeffersonian. Booth had told Mike that he would be reimbursed. Mike hadn't really wanted to do it; but, Booth had reminded Mike that his dog had eaten a part of a possible murder victim and that he could take his dog as evidence. Unsure what would happen to his beloved dog, Mike had agreed to do it.

The Sheriff had collected the finger prints from Mike and they were ready to leave the motel and go back to the crime scene.

Noticing the time, Booth said, "How about we go through the drive through at the Kentucky Fried Chicken place and let me pick up some food for my crew and us?"

Nodding his head, Sheriff Messersmith said, "Sure thing. Just don't ask me to go to the Dunkin Donuts. The last time I went over there it ended up in the Letters to the Editor section of the paper. People are stupid."

Smiling, Booth said, "No problem. I love donuts; but, I hate cop and donut jokes. When I want donuts, Bones buys them for me."

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Arriving back at the east end of the tunnel, Booth got out of the car and carried his buckets of chicken and bottles of water back to his truck. After putting the food and drink in the back of the truck, Booth walked across the lot to the woods, took a deep breath and walked in. Moving towards where he had left his squints, Booth soon found himself back at the possible crime scene. Looking around, he found that everyone seemed to be busy doing whatever it is they normally do.

Putting two fingers to his lips, Booth let out a piercing whistle and said, "Listen up, I have food for everyone in the back of my truck and some bottled water. If anyone is hungry, then break now and go eat. If you're in the middle of something; then, when you're ready, go ahead and finish and then go get something to eat."

Seeing the smiling faces, Booth knew he had done well. Smiling, Booth looked around and asked if anyone had seen Hodgins and Daisy. Nodding her head, Amy Winters pointed to the north and said, "We found a femur a little while ago. They're both collecting it right now."

Nodding his head, Booth waited for Amy to pass him and then walked over towards where Hodgins and Daisy were supposed to be. Moving around a clump of bushes, Booth found his squints by smell alone.

Hodgins and Daisy were squatting over a bone and were busy collecting evidence before moving it. Booth, seeing them dressed in his clothes, laughed. Hodgins was wearing one of his t-shirts and sweat pants and looked like a teenage kid wearing his Dads' clothes. Daisy was wearing one of his t-shirts and he assumed his running shorts. The shirt looked like a dress on her and went down to her shins.

Hearing Booth laugh, Hodgins and Daisy looked up. Standing up, Daisy made a grab for the shorts she was wearing under the t-shirt and said, "From now on, I'm carrying extra clothing when I have to leave the Jeffersonian. Your clothes are too big, Agent Booth."

Smiling, Booth said, "Not for me. Bones normally has a gym bag in the back of the truck too; but, she stopped doing that a few months ago."

Shaking his head, Hodgins said, "I don't care if they're too big or not. I was seriously considering just wearing my underwear before you made your offer."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nice image, Hodgins. I have some food in my truck if you're interested. I bought some bottled water too. I thought you might want to try to use the baby wipes Bones keeps in the truck and see if you can get some of the smell off of you and then you can use the water to wash your hands and face. It might help some."

Nodding her head, Daisy said, "Let us finish with the femur and we'll be ready to eat."

Smiling, Booth turned around and walked back to his truck. Seeing the FBI squints hovering around the back of the truck, Booth walked over to see how everything was going. Noticing the Sheriff's deputy staring at the eating agents, Booth made a plate of chicken and sides and grabbed a bottle of water.

Caring it over to the deputy, Booth said, "Here you go. I hope you like chicken."

Batting her eyes and smiling, Deputy Jay said, "Thanks Agent Booth. I was getting a little hungry. You know that offer of going to the bar is still open. You don't have to tell your partner."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nah. We're all going back home was soon as the body had been packed up so I won't be here tonight and I tell my partner everything. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't like it."

Turning around and leaving the deputy to her lunch, Booth walked back to the truck.

Seeing Booth coming back, Sheriff Messersmith called him over to his car. He was sitting on the hood of his car, eating. Nodding his head towards his deputy, David said, "I offered to make her a plate; but, she told me she's on a diet. I guess she isn't on a diet when you offer."

Blushing a little, Booth said, "She keeps hitting on me. I told her I wasn't interested; but, it didn't seem to make an impression."

Nodding his head, the Sheriff said, "Deputy Jay just broke up with her boyfriend. She's on the look out for a replacement."

Frowning, Booth said, "Well, I'm not it."

Smiling, David said, "Well she won't know that unless she checks you out you know. You have to be used to woman hitting on you. You're not exactly repulsive."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "I've had my share of come ons. I'm just off the market and I plan to stay off of the market. I'm not screwing up what I have at home."

Shrugging his shoulders, David asked, "Where are your Jeffersonian squints? Did your FBI squints get rid of them?"

Smiling, Booth pointed back towards the woods and said, "Here they come now. They wanted to finish up with a femur they found before they stopped."

Hodgins and Daisy, walking out of the woods, walked over to Booth's truck to see about lunch. When they were within six feet of the truck, the FBI techs turned around and looked at them.

Marcus Geier, swallowing hard, said, "Whoa, stop. We can't eat if you're going to stand near us. Let me make you each a plate and I'll carry it to the front of the truck. You can eat up there."

Indignant, Daisy said, "Hey, we all smell like skunk."

Smiling, Marcus said, "But some of us stink worse than others."

Sighing, Hodgins said, "Let it go Daisy. We'll eat away from these delicate hot house flowers."

Smiling, Marcus said, "That's me. I'm very delicate and not to afraid to admit it. I'm secure in my flowerhood."

Rolling his eyes, Hodgins grabbed Daisy's left arm and pulled her over to the front of the truck. Daisy, feeling insulted said, "You're not a flower Marcus. You're a weed. You hear me, a weed."

Laughing, Marcus turned to the truck and made the two plates of food for the Jeffersonian squints. He could care less what they called him. There was no way he could eat with those two standing next to him.

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What do you think of this so far? I like Marcus and always enjoy his quiet competence on the show.