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Silver Maker: Ha I never even thought of it like that =D It just seemed like the right thing for him to say. I've actually been rather worried about how I've written Cam because she's always been portrayed on the show as being the seriously over protective mama. I'm hoping I've hit the right balance. I'm glad your enjoying the story =D
Angelbach: Lol they may try but no one will interfere )! I have a love hate relationship with John. On one hand he helped to raise a wonderful guy like Legates on the other hand he's being a dick. But remember he can always change his mind and grow up. They do have security to take care of so Rowan has to make sure that it is covered =P And COME ON Tanya is Michelle's best friend. It's their job to be nosey!
1956JohnDeere50: Sport them both. I was a weird kid, I LOVED Oscar lol.
Guinnesshero: Rawr that's right baby!
Yenyen76: worshiping the porcelain goddess sucks big time but unfortunately some people do it when emotionally distressed =( plus it let Legates show his sweet side *wiggles eyebrows*
Nertooold54: Don't get to excited, John will be back. I guess you could think of them like that sort of but it will switch up a little in Second Comes Marriage ;-)
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Chapter 17 - Sweetcheeks
"Your happy ass is walking into the house now that you're awake," Legates teased her. She snorted at his statement but said nothing.
"Okay, I don't want to know about what causes it but what's with the silence?" He asked as they turned out of the busy area in DC.
He waited in silence, biting the inside of his lip, hoping he hadn't overstepped a line by asking that.
"If I don't speak then people usually stop trying to get me to talk," she said quietly. He almost didn't hear her answer.
"Huh, never tried that," he mused out loud.
"Different strokes for different folks. These trucks stink," she said, wrinkling her nose. He started laughing and glanced down at her.
"Yeah, well they're usually used for cargo and the military doesn't really have the money for air fresheners," he told her. She chuckled and scrunched her nose.
"Why the hell are they so slow?" She asked, feeling his leg move as he applied more pressure to the gas pedal.
"It's a two ton tactical vehicle. But it's what was best for moving this amount of people," he told her.
"How fast are we going?" She asked, looking around for a speedometer.
"About 45. Hey, at least they gave us the ones that had been configured for base and public use," he told her.
"Why's that?"
"Because otherwise you'd be wearing earplugs and your ears would still buzz afterward. The regular ones are loud as shit," he told her with a smile.
"Huh, guess it is a good thing then," she said.
Legates looked in the rearview mirror and could barely see Cruz behind him. Sighing, he slowed and down shifted, muttering as he did.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked, starting to sit up. Reaching down, he pushed her head back down onto his leg.
"Cruz is falling behind. It's apparently been awhile since he's driven one of these," Legates said. He saw the black belch of smoke from the other truck and groaned.
"So, not just anyone can drive one of these?" She asked, glancing up at him.
"Ha, no. You have to get certified. They're a pain in the ass to drive, fun, but still a pain in the ass," he said, shifting in a higher gear as Cruz caught up with him.
"Is that so?" She asked, waiting for him to expand and he did.
"Sure, you can run over annoying pedestrians," he said loudly as if the pedestrians could hear him, "you can run over other cars, it's almost impossible to get stuck and the power under your hands." The last part was almost dreamy.
Michelle's mind went immediately to the idea of rippling muscles under her hands. She snickered because she knew what he was thinking about and what she was thinking about were two different things.
"What's so funny?" He asked, glancing down briefly at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said in a teasing smart assed tone.
"Yeah, smartass, I would. That's why I asked," he said, teasing her.
"That's another discussion for another day," she told him.
"Ooohhhooo a good thought then huh? One that makes your lady parts tingle?" He teased her unmercifully.
"Awww, jeez, I'm never going to hear the end of that am I?" She asked him, her face turning pink with embarrassment.
"Ummmm, nope," he said, silently laughing at her. She poked his leg and groaned.
"Stop laughing at me," she pouted. He ran his hand over her head then patted it.
"I'm not a dog, stop patting me," she grumbled.
"Are you going to get cranky every time I tease you about this?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Depends," she mumbled.
"On what?"
"Whether I can get something that's equally embarrassing, on whether I can give you a smutty comeback, things of that nature," she told him. He laughed and shook his head.
"Smutty comeback, huh? Examples," he suggested.
"That would be something I'd have to think on. Given my lack of expertise in that particular area," she told him.
"Lack of expertise, huh?" He said questioningly.
"Yeah, I was a late starter. Mostly by choice," she admitted, moving her shoulders as if shrugging.
"Nothing wrong with that. Although, if you'd asked me in high school I would have made fun of you," he told her. She snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Now there's an area I have expertise," she murmured.
"Kids are mean," he stated.
"Duh," she shot back.
He chuckled then started to turn onto Hodgins' street. She watched him turn and heard him grunt.
"No power steering?" She asked, biting her lip as she looked up and saw the muscles rippling through his arms as he turned.
"No," he half grunted and half laughed.
He pulled to a stop in front of the gate and waited for Hodgins to open it. He pulled through and let out a sigh. It was going to be another long day. He planned on picking up two patrols since he'd not really done any work today and missed his patrol last night. He put the truck in park and turned it off.
"Okay, Missy, I've got two patrols to do tonight. So, I'm going to disappear sort of," he told her.
She nodded and sat up slowly. He could see her eyes were puffy from crying. Reaching over, he tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I wish I could sit with you tonight but I didn't work last night so Davis is exhausted. He didn't sleep last night," he said softly. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just going to sleep anyway. Going to take a Trazadone, have weird dreams then wonder what the hell I was thinking the next morning," she said, smiling.
"Ooookaaayy," he said.
She scooted to the other side of the bench, opened the door, grabbed her backpack, got out, and slammed the door closed. He shook his head, yanked the keys from the ignition, and opened his door. He climbed out, shoved the keys in his pocket, and slammed the door closed. He was headed towards the front door when Cam caught up with him.
"How is she?"
"Eh, seems okay to me but I don't know well enough to say more than that. She said she was gonna take something and go to bed. I have patrols tonight so I can't keep an eye on her," he said. Cam nodded and let out a sigh.
"I'll get her something to eat. Trazadone can make your nauseated if you don't eat with it," Cam muttered.
"She was talking about weird dreams," Legates said almost as if asking a question. Cam chuckled at his statement question.
"Another Trazadone side effect. I've taken them before and you get the singing dogs and talking trashcan dreams," Cam said.
"You get Sesame Street dreams?" He said, laughing lightly. Cam swatted his arm and kept moving.
Legates headed into the house, through the foyer and downstairs. He went to his room and changed into his night gear. He passed Cam in the hallway as she headed to Michelle's room. Going up the stairs quickly, he headed out into the inky darkness surrounding the mansion. He started his patrol and kept his eyes open for the other members of the team arriving. He walked down the gentle slope that allowed patio doors to be accessible on both the ground level and first floor where the kitchen was located.
As he passed Michelle's patio door, he saw Michelle sitting on her bed, staring at a sandwich in her hand. Sighing, he walked over to the patio door and lightly tapped at the glass. She jumped and looked up. He put his hands on his hips and glowered at her. She pouted at him and took a bite of the sandwich. Temporarily mollified, Legates went back to his patrol.
Eight hours later, Legates saw the sun start to rise on the horizon and groaned. This was going to be a long day. A very long day, he'd spent the entire night walking. He'd peek in the door and make sure Michelle was okay every two hours or so. She lay motionless on the bed sleeping like the dead. It had yet to register that the reason he could see into her room was because the lamp next to the bed was turned on. Four other men had picked up the patrol, allowing Legates to slip quietly through the halls and into his room.
Michelle groaned and stumbled from the bed. That was one of the things that sucked about Trazadone. Yes, it helped you sleep but the next morning you were foggy as hell and stuck in that morning fog for hours. After taking a shower, she pulled on her clothes not even bothering to match colors or anything else for that matter. Foregoing makeup, she left her room and walked towards the stairs and coffee.
Legates came out of his room after showering and saw Michelle coming down the hallway. He saw her walking and looking completely lost. Wait, why was she limping? He looked down and sighed. Stepping in front of her, he held out his hands and stopped her.
"What? Why are you stopping me? You are standing between me and coffee. Not really a good place to be right now," she grumbled at him.
Turning her by her shoulders, he guided her to her room. Opening the door, he pushed her into the room.
"What are you doing?" She asked frustrated by his lack of response to her questions.
"Getting a pair of matching shoes. You are wearing two different sneakers," he told her.
She looked down and sighed. Why had she packed two sets of sneakers that were so close? One pair was white and gray the second were white, gray with yellow accents. Legates waited while she changed her sneaker and then they left heading to the kitchen. When they entered the squints sat around the table sipping coffee. Cam took in Michelle's appearance and shook her head.
"At least she's matching this time," Cam muttered.
Michelle's eyes narrowed and Legates saw the blush bloom across her face.
"This time?" Legates asked, narrowing his eyes, wondering what else she could have mismatched. Michelle groaned and went to pour herself some coffee.
"Last time, I was wearing a pair of red jeans and a neon green shirt. It wasn't pretty," Michelle grumbled.
Legates tried to mentally picture it but his brain was tired and ignoring most commands. Cam chuckled at the pair who moved around the kitchen, just barely missing each other and doing or not doing things they should. Legates walked to the table and sat down. Cam smiled sympathetically, she knew that he picked up two patrols last night to make up for not patrolling yesterday and he was tired.
"Legates, don't you drink sugar in your coffee?" Cam said gently, trying to tell him he hadn't put any in. Hodgins smirked at Legates lack of response.
"Um, yeah, why?" He asked, looking at her in confusion. Michelle carried the sugar container over and dropped it next to his elbow.
"When Cam asks a question like that it usually means you've forgotten something. In other words, you didn't put your sugar in your coffee," Michelle grumbled as she sat down next to Legates.
"Thanks," Legates muttered.
Oaks walked in and scowled at the people sitting at the table.
"What is with you people getting up so early? Shit, I'm in the army and yet you guys are usually up before me," he muttered, walking to the coffee pot.
"We've got an active case and basically we only sleep when absolutely necessary while working on them. In fact I think the only reason we've gotten as much sleep as we have is because the CID unit is used to getting more," Hodgins said, sipping his coffee.
"You voluntarily went through the sleep deprivation training?" Oaks smirked as he sat down at the table.
"Pretty much," Angela said, sipping her coffee and picking at her toaster strudel.
"What's on the docket for today?" Oaks asked, looking around the table.
"Taffet trial," Cam said in a clipped tone.
"How is Dr. Brennan going to testify?" Michelle asked in a low tone.
"Have you heard from Booth?" Hodgins asked, looking at Angela.
"No, I haven't heard from Booth," Angela said with a sigh.
"I'll call him," Cam said, standing up she left the room.
Michelle stared into her coffee and just drifted through drinking it. Not even noticing the squints getting up to get everything together to head to the lab and being replaced by the CID unit. Legates nudged her with his elbow and she jerked her head up.
"Where'd you go?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Beta quadrant," she muttered. He chuckled at her answer and Lewis looked between them in confusion.
"Space, she was in space," Legates said, quirking an eyebrow at Lewis. Lewis returned his quirk with a smirk and a semi sultry glance.
"I may be ass deep in the beta quadrant but I still saw that," Michelle said, standing up abruptly. Walking to the sink, she rinsed her cup and put it in the dishwasher. She left the kitchen and Lewis turned and smirked at Legates.
"You're in trouble now," she laughed.
"Ah, no, you are in trouble now. I was not flirting. You invaded her territory and I'm just lucky she didn't rub all over me to scent mark me. She smells good but I don't think warm vanilla sugar would smell good on me," he said, smirking at Lewis. Lewis' eyebrow rose at his comment and curiosity crossed her face.
"Are you?"
"Am I what? Wearing warm vanilla sugar? No," he said, laughing.
He was going to make her ask outright because it was fun. This Specialist was eyeballing anyone she thought was single. Techie had said something about her eyeing Booth.
"No, are you her territory?" Lewis asked, leaning forward slightly, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips. Legates looked the woman in the eye and chuckled.
"She seems to think he is," Murphy said.
Legates looked over at Murphy with a quirked eyebrow. Michelle shuffled back in the kitchen and looked around.
"Michelle, am I your territory?" Legates asked, wearing a grin.
"Um, sure, if you want to be. I'll pee on you later," she said before leaving the room. Legates' tired mind took a second to catch up but when it did he belted out a laugh.
"Guess that means I am," Legates said, drinking the last of his coffee and standing up.
He rinsed his cup out and put it in the dishwasher. He quickly walked down to his room, retrieved his rifle and carried it back up stairs. Walking out of the house, he paused and looked at the trucks. He really, really didn't want to drive one but he didn't have a choice. Sighing, he opened the door to the truck he'd been driving. Setting the rifle on the seat, he opened the case and checked to make sure everything was in order. When everything was secure and in place, he closed the case and tucked the rifle case under the seat.
Michelle stood beside the truck staring up at Legates. He was leaned over the seat digging underneath it. Angela walked up beside Michelle and took up the same position. They stood with their hands on their hips, heads cocked to the side, staring up at the view. Hodgins was carrying a bag and tossed it up onto the back of the truck.
"Nice view ladies?" Hodgins asked, his voice gruff and scratchy from suppressed irritation.
"Yeah," they said at the same time in the same dreamy tone of voice.
Legates heard voices behind him and backed out from under the steering wheel. Spinning around, he found Angela and Michelle standing in the same pose with two different looks on their face. Angela had a grin and wiggling eyebrows and Michelle was closer to what he thought looked like lust.
"Bravo, Legates...Braaaaavvvvoooooo," Angela said, stretching out her last bravo.
"What? I didn't do anything," he said, hoping that she wasn't talking about what he thought she might be talking about.
"Is that eye candy or butt candy? Because I'm not sure that I like saying butt candy," Michelle said, turning to look at Angela.
"Eye candy, Honey, that's eye candy. And very nice eye candy," Angela said.
"Nice," Michelle said, still not looking at Legates.
"Hey! I am standing right here you know," Legates said, his face a little more than pink. Michelle turned to look at him and just grinned. Angela wiggled her eyebrows and jerked her head.
"Come on, Sweetcheeks, I need help getting up in the truck," Angela said.
Michelle giggled at what Angela had called Legates then laughed even harder when Legates' face turned a darker shade of red. He gestured for them to precede him. When the two women started walking towards the back of the truck, he jumped down onto the ground.
He didn't have a problem with Michelle looking but for some reason it made him uncomfortable when Angela did. When he reached the back of the truck, he found several of the guys helping the squints up into the back of the truck. Legates swung Angela up into the truck. Angela was sitting on the back of the truck when she reached over and pinched Legates' face.
"Thank you, Sweetcheeks," she said, smirking.
The guys around the truck started hooting in glee at her nickname for Legates. Legates rubbed his hand down his face then turned to face Michelle.
"You riding back there?" He asked her with an unsaid offer in his voice. She hitched up her backpack and looked up at him.
"Uh, where else would I ride?" She asked, mentally laughing at his public shyness.
Legates' mind filled with images of her riding him. He started to stutter and she looked at him with confusion.
"As soon as, Sweetcheeks, here pulls his mind from the pornographic imagery that your question created, he'll ask if you want to ride up front with him," Wilson said, laughing as he called Legates sweetcheeks.
"Huh?" Legates said, his mind snapped from images flashing through it by the word porn. Michelle giggled at his reaction and Wilson's statement.
"Is that what you want?" Michelle asked then pursed her lips as if thinking about it.
"Uh, yeah," he said nervously. She laughed lightly and tilted her head.
"Sure, why not," she said, heading around the passenger's side of the truck. Wilson thumped Legates on the back of the head.
"Well, that was graceful, Stud. Your batting a thousand this morning. Didn't you sleep at all?" Wilson asked, laughing at Legates unusual bashfulness and lack of finesse.
"Actually, he took both patrols last night to make up for not patrolling yesterday during the day," Perkins said, from the back of the truck.
"Awww, poor Sweetcheeks," Wilson said, patting Legates' face. Legates swatted Wilson's hand away and jogged around to the front of the truck.
He climbed into the truck and started the engine. Michelle turned in the seat to face him with her elbow on the back of the seat. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and smiled.
"So, why do you want me sitting up here with you instead of in the back?" She asked with a smile pasted on her face.
"Because you're good company and I wanted you to," he said, grinning at her. She shook her head and laughed.
"Why do you drive like that?" She asked, pointing to the way his fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel. He looked down at his hands and shrugged.
"So that my hands, wrists or thumbs don't get broken. Same reason you're taught not to do underhanded turns in driver's ed," he told her.
"Huh, I do underhanded turns all the time and never had anything broken," she told him.
"Yeah, well, it's less likely to happen in a car. These trucks have six tires and if one of them blows or hits a pothole it will jerk the steering wheel and snap bones," he told her. She propped her head in her hand and scrunched her face.
"What's that look about?" He asked, looking at her then quickly turning back to face the road.
"I don't want to go today. I don't want to listen to it, I don't want to be there because the Press will be there but I don't have a choice," she said in a grumbling voice. He searched his mind trying to figure out what she was talking about.
"Okay, I'm lost," he said, glancing at her again.
"The Gravedigger trial is today," she said, causing him to wince.
"I wish the two of us could stay at the lab and you wouldn't have to deal with it. Unfortunately, we're keeping everyone together so we can keep an eye on them. God, I hope that Techie gets back because I don't think I can handle a three ring circus right now," he muttered.
"Well, we don't have to be to the court house 'til ten," she glanced at her watch, "and at this rate we should be at the lab no later than seven. So you can get at least two hours of sleep," she said.
"Mmmmm, sleeeeeeppp," he said, drawing his words out in pleasure. Michelle laughed and shook her head.
"And here I thought you were standing at the back of the truck imagining dirty things about me. You were just imagining your pillow weren't you?" She said, teasing him. He snorted and shook his head.
"Wouldn't tell you either way," he said, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth at her.
She laughed and swatted at his arm, intentionally missing. He laughed and swatted back at her with one hand.
"Hey, hey, both hands on the wheel," she jokingly scolded. He shook his head at her banter.
"On a straight away with little to no traffic, I can do this part one handed. Probably shouldn't but can," he told her.
"Heh, heh," she said, sounding like Butthead. He jerked his head towards her then back to the road.
"Um, okay," he said.
"You said one handed," she said.
He started laughing and had to wipe tears from the corner of his eye. He finished just in time to turn the truck into the parking lot behind the Jeffersonian. Michelle watched the ripple of muscles across his arms as he turned the wheel. She watched as he turned the truck and started backing in.
She was fascinated at how he could control the truck with his head out the window looking back. Finally, he hit the brakes and parked the truck. He pulled the emergency brake and turned the truck off. With a grin plastered on his face, he watched as Cruz struggled to back up the other truck.
"What's so funny?" Michelle asked, leaning across his lap to look out his window.
He put his hand on her back to balance her. She giggled as she saw the other truck jerking and shuddering as Cruz tried to back it in. Finally, the other truck stopped and she heard Legates chuckle.
"Like I said yesterday it's been awhile since he's driven. Obviously," Legates told her. She leaned back into her seat and picked up her backpack.
"Obviously," she laughed.
Opening the door, she hopped out of the truck and headed around to the back. Legates jumped out and walked to the back on his side. Michelle looked around the parking lot and saw Booth's SUV parked near the bay doors.
"Looks like Booth is already here," Michelle.
"Good, that means Techie is here and I can get some sleep," Legates grunted, untying the back flaps.
He opened them and began helping the squints from the truck. The group entered the building after everyone was unloaded and headed to the lab. Cam punched in her code and the doors to the lab slid open. Legates' step faltered when he spotted a Colonel standing near one of the lab doors.
Neither Booth nor Brennan were present. His eyes scanned and he spotted Techie up on the catwalk. Jogging to the steps, he climbed them quickly and approached Techie.
"Who the hell is that?" Legates asked as he approached Techie. Techie turned and looked at Legates.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Techie said, his eyes taking note of his friend's tired almost ragged appearance. Legates stopped near Techie and glared at him.
"That is Colonel Pelant. The higher ups decided he needed to be here for some reason. So far he's been a dick," Techie said. Legates groaned and looked down at the Colonel standing there.
"Why is he standing there staring at that door?" Legates said, noticing Pelant was staring at the door in front of him.
"Sarge and Dr. Brennan are in there. Dr. Brennan needed a shower and Sarge is helping. Pelant feels the need to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong," Techie said.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Legates asked Techie in a hopeful voice.
"Yes, I did," Techie answered with a smile.
"Good because I didn't. I should be able to get at least two hours before we have to leave again," Legates said.
"Well, get to it then," Techie said, waving Legates away. Legates nodded, turned and headed back to the lounge.
He flopped down on one of the couches and pulled his hat down over his face. With in the blink of an eye, he was asleep. Michelle walked up to the lounge and rolled her eyes. Legates had decided to sleep on the couch next to the light. Sighing, she set her backpack down and dug through it. She pulled out a notebook, pen and her phone. She set them carefully on the arm and turned to look at the situation.
She went down to the bathroom and used it then returned to the lounge. After pouring herself a cup of coffee, she returned to the couch. She set the coffee on the table next to the couch and gently lifted Legates' head. He snorted slightly but didn't wake up. She slid in under his head and propped her feet on the coffee table.
Reaching up, she switched on the light, plugged her ear buds into her phone, and put them in her ears. A few moments later, she was listening to a lecture and taking notes. She had only been working for about twenty minutes when she felt Legates start to twitch in his sleep. Not the normal twitch of REM sleep but more of a not so happy dream twitch.
She looked down at him and wondered what she could do. Her automatic response would be to run her hand over his head but with his hat on his face that made it difficult. Instead, she brushed her knuckles on the exposed area behind his ear. He breathed deeply then settled into an easier sleep.
Goodman snickered when he walked in and saw Michelle studying and running her hands on Legates' head while he was sleeping. Michelle ignored Goodman's presence and continued studying. An hour and a half later, Techie entered the lounge to wake Legates.
He walked past Michelle, figuring she was deep in her studies. He leaned over Legates and reached out to snatch the hat off his face. Before his hand could reach the hat, Michelle's hand wrapped around his wrist.
"I'll wake him up. Is it time to leave?" She asked him with narrowed eyes. Techie turned to look at her in surprise.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I'm up," Legates mumbled from under his hat.
He reached up and took his hat off his face. He glanced around blearily. He wondered why his head was elevated. He was positive that he had laid down flat on the couch. He glanced up and saw Michelle sitting there looking down at him. He sat up and shook his head to clear the fog.
"Umm," he said, looking at her curiously.
"You were hogging the couch with the light," she told him, beginning to pack up her books.
"If that's what happens when you sleep on that couch, remind me to get there first," Goodman said, laughing.
"Your ass would have been woken up and moved to the floor. Or I would have just pushed you off into the floor," Michelle snickered as she zipped up her backpack.
She reached up to her neck and removed her cross, her earrings, and then her belt. She was about to put them in her front zipper pouch when Techie spoke.
"Uh, Michelle, why are you removing your jewelry. I think you can wear them to the court house," Techie said.
She tugged at the bottom of the cross and a knife slid out. She unfolded the leaf earrings and two tiny knives appeared. Flicking an unseen switch on her belt buckle, she made Techie jump as a blade snapped out of the buckle. He let out a low whistle of appreciation.
Legates raised an eyebrow at her. She shrugged, pushed the knives back in their place and then placed them in the front pocket of her backpack. Legates suddenly realized that the cross knife was the one she had pulled on him the morning after the Halloween ball. He chuckled at the thought and Techie looked at him strangely.
"Alright, kiddies, let's go," Techie said, waving them out of the lounge.
Standing up, they headed down to the door then out of the lab. When they reached the truck, Legates tugged at Michelle's elbow pulling her back from everyone else. She looked up at him in question.
"I think you should ride in the back with the others. We're not really sure of the security situation at the courthouse and it may be better that you be with the group. That way we can protect you as a group," he said in a low tone.
"Okay," she said, smiling and turning back to the truck.
His mouth almost fell open in shock. That was way too easy. Shaking his head, he approached the truck and started helping the squints up into the truck.
"Thanks, Sweetcheeks," Angela said, giggling. Techie burst into laughter when he heard Angela's comment.
"Sweetcheeks?" Techie asked between spurts of laughter.
Legates' face was red as he lifted Michelle into the back of the truck. She chuckled and looked at Techie.
"Yeah, Angela gave him a nickname since she liked his ass," Michelle told him, scrambling up and onto a seat in the back.
Techie, leaned his forearm on the back of the truck and continued laughing. Legates punched him in the arm and headed to the front of the truck.
Twenty minutes after leaving the Jeffersonian, they pulled to a stop in front of the Federal courthouse. The road in front and entryway was taped off and the reporters were pressed up against the line.
A/N: Lovely start to tomorrow, we'll have flying body chunks, being exposed, Humvees and vests, putting Pelant in his place, not laughing, spotting the danger, cursing by proxy, feeling safe, going back to Hodgins' house, sitting in trees, spinning cups, delayed shock, breathing coach, nagging, spiffy vest boy, four rubber bands, a private in trouble and a cup of tea.
A/N2: Okay I'm going to check to see about links. I got lazy sorry about that. So take a peek over at my blog to see if there are any new links in the last few chapters!