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His phone telling him he had a message, Booth placed his fork down and fished his phone out of his jacket pocket. Opening his messages, Booth snorted, shook his head and placed the phone on the table next to his plate.

Swallowing a bite of his meatloaf, Agent Aubrey pointed at the phone with his fork. "News about the case?"

Slowly shaking his head, Booth picked up his coffee cup and sipped the hot liquid. Placing the cup back on the table, Booth tersely replied, "Nah, it's just Bones."

Curiosity winning over discretion, Aubrey asked Booth, "So nothing about the case?"

"If you must know, we're playing 'hide and seek'." Picking his fork back up, Booth kept his eyes on the man across from him to see his reaction.

Startled and just a little perplexed, Aubrey grinned. "You and Dr. Brennan are playing 'hide and seek'. . . You're pulling my leg."

Amused, Booth chuckled, "Nope, I'm not kidding."

Curious, Audrey cut off another slice of his meatloaf and before he stuffed it into his mouth asked the burning question. "Why are you playing a kids game?"

Sure he should have kept his mouth shut, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "It's not a kid's game the way we play it . . . Whoever is 'it' sends clues saying where they plan to be at a certain time. It's up to the finder to solve the mystery and meet that person wherever they are. If the finder can't do their job then whoever is 'it' wins."

"Oh, I have to ask." Amused that Booth played games with his wife, Aubrey smiled. "What does the winner get?"

A broad smile on his face, Booth leaned closer to Aubrey and spoke quietly, "Whatever the hell I want."

The phone pinging again, Booth read the new message and sighed. "Of course, I'm dealing with Bones and her clues are not always very clear to me." Holding up his phone, he let Aubrey read it: If you had been alive during the Revolutionary War we'd still be English.

Confused, Aubrey shook his head and squinted at the phone. "What the hell does that mean?"

Placing the phone back down, Booth stared at the clue in wonder. "I haven't got a clue . . . It's Bones . . . she has an eidetic memory, so her clues can be . . . vague to me."

Tapping his front tooth, Aubrey thought about the message and then held his hand out. "Can I see the rest of the clues."

His phone in his hand, Booth shook his head. "Not a chance. I'll read them to you. One, step up to find me. Two, single malt for you next coffee for us. Three, If you had been alive during the Revolutionary War we'd still be English. That's it so far."

Exhaling deeply, Aubrey shook his head and picked his fork back up. "I haven't got a clue . . . you figure these out often do you?"

Booth pulled his phone back across the table and laughed. "Most of the time. Bones . . . well, Bones always blows it by giving one too many clues. She's very smart and she . . . um . . . thinks I'm dumb, well not dumb maybe, but not as smart as she is."

His phone pinging once more, Booth glanced at his messages and laughed. "Bingo, baby." Holding up the phone, he let Aubrey see the message: Even though Riley didn't like me, you did and that's all I needed.

Still clueless, Aubrey laughed, "If you say so."

Placing his phone in his pocket, Booth assured the agent, "I'm pretty sure it's the Lincoln Memorial."

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Moving slowly up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, Booth held up two cups of coffee and laughed at his wife's perplexed look. "I was sure you wouldn't remember. You were pretty drunk from the single malt Sam Riley gave you."

The night cool and breezy, Booth sat down next to Brennan and handed her one of the coffee cups. "I was drunk and I barely remember that night, but . . . well, I remember celebrating the close of Sam's old case and drinking some mighty fine single malt and then I remember talking you into to taking me to the Lincoln Memorial when you came to pick me up to drive me home. I don't remember anything after that, so you almost won there, Bones. You shouldn't have mentioned Sam."

"Yes, I can see that was a mistake." Sipping her coffee, Brennan leaned against Booth. "What do you want for a prize?"

Placing his arm around her, Booth smiled at the sight of the Washington Memorial in the distance. "I want you Bones."

Leaning her head against his shoulder, Brennan assured him, "You already have me Booth."

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Any good?

A/N: I may have been too vague about my clues. These referenced the Lincoln Memorial scene in 'The Soccer Mom in the Mini-Van".