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His back towards the doorway, Booth heard someone rap on the door frame. Turning his chair to face his visitor, he held up his hand and finished his phone call. After he was done, he placed his phone down on the desk in front of him and waved his friend in to the room. "What can I do for you?"

Angry, Agent Morris Harris entered the room, marched over to where Booth was sitting and loomed over Booth's desk. "What the hell, Booth. What's the idea of poaching my agents? I thought we were friends."

Not caring for Harris' threatening posture, Booth stood up and leaned towards Harris. "We are friends and I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Harris was furious and he wanted answers. "Don't play coy with me, damn it. Lester told me that he talked to you a couple of days ago when he came over here to consult with Dr. Edison. He said you offered him a job and he's seriously thinking about taking it."

Enlightened, Booth sat down and pointed at the chair across from him. "Lester's wife Claire is pregnant and he's worried about his future and the future of his family. Claire's been trying to get him to quit the FBI since she found out she's pregnant and he got hurt six months ago. Ever since he had that close call and was shot in the leg, she's been campaigning to get him to quit. If she wins that battle and he quits the FBI then I want to take advantage of the situation and get him to work here."

Booth's answer was not what Harris wanted to hear. "Damn it, he's one of the best agents I have. I want to groom him for my job. I didn't know Claire was trying to get him to quit the FBI. You should have told me about this before you left, you idiot."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth leaned back against his chair. "Claire's a damn fine lawyer and she's going to be a partner at that law firm of hers some day. If she had her way, Lester could just stop working all together, but she knows that won't fly. If he's working here, he won't be a target for every loser out there who thinks it's okay to shoot at Federal Agents. He'd be making at least double what he's earning as an FBI agent and his job would be a hell of a lot safer."

With a deep sigh, Harris glanced at the picture of Booth and Brennan sitting on the credenza behind Booth. "What would he do around here?"

He felt sorry for Harris, but Booth really wanted Lester on his team if he could get him. "He'd be my backup for one. When I'm out of pocket he'd be in charge of security for the Jeffersonian. With his stint in the Rangers and the FBI he'd be a perfect fit here. I'd also like him to consider going on some digs as security. The Jeffersonian has several departments that send people on digs once in a while and it wouldn't hurt to provide them with in-house security."

Exasperated, Harris shook his head. "So Lester would trade his dangerous job at the FBI for a dangerous job here? What bullshit!"

Rolling his eyes, Booth placed his hands on the arms of his chair. "Look, the risks at digs aren't that great, not compared to being a cop. Most digs just have to worry about looters. Some have to worry about bandits who might try to blackmail them into paying for protection and some, a small few have to deal with what ever political situation that's going on with the country they're in. If it's doing things like identifying victims of murder squads, yeah, it can be very dangerous, but most digs aren't doing things like that. That kind of thing is handled by people like Bones. I don't plan to have Lester involved in Bones' digs. That's my responsibility. When Bones is on a dig, I plan to go with her. That means I need someone here to handle stuff like what Blake put Dr. Edison through a few weeks ago. I need to make sure that the Jeffersonian and everyone attached to the place are taken care of. I trust Lester to do that for me."

Curious, Harris crossed his arms against his chest. "Why didn't you offer me the job?"

Booth snorted and stared at his friend in disbelief. "Would you take the job if I offered it to you?"

Slouching back on his chair, the head of Major Crimes shook his head. "Nah, but it would have been nice if you'd offered it to me."

Puzzled, Booth tried to fathom what was going on. "Okay, do you want the job?"

Sniffing, Harris shook his head. "No thank you . . . Now, the next time Deputy Director Stark gives me some shit, I can mention that you were head hunting me and it might make him be just a little bit more cautious around me."

Booth knew Harris loved the FBI, so he was curious what would happen if Stark played hardball. "What if he tells you take the job I'm offering you?"

His gaze moving around Booth's office, Harris finally turned his attention on Booth. "Well I guess I'd have to come over here and get you to hire me. I can't let the man own me. He thinks he does now and I need to stop that. The guy has a stick up his back that must be made of steel. He doesn't want to bend for anyone and I'm getting a little tired of it."

Concerned for his friend, Booth leaned forward. "Would you like the job . . . for real? You can have it if you want it. Just tell me."

Slowly shaking his head, Harris stood up. "It's tempting, but no. I kind of like my job now that I'm getting in to it and I should be used to the politics that goes with it. I just never realized just how much bullshit you put up with that I didn't know about. If I had I probably would have refused the job . . . Still, I'll give it more time and see how it works. If I do quit in a snit, would you hire me or are you just bullshitting me?"

With a slight smile on his face, Booth nodded his head. "If you really do quit the FBI, come here and I'll hire you. Of course, if Lester is my lieutenant by then he'd be your supervisor. Just so you know that."

Appalled at the thought, Harris eyes widened. "Holy mother of God! . . . I think I'd better learn to like my job at the FBI then. I don't know if I want to answer to junior."

Hiding his broad smile with his hand, Booth's eyes twinkled. "There you go, an incentive if I ever heard one."

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Entering Limbo, Booth found Brennan in the back of the room returning a box of bones into it's assigned slot. After she climbed down the ladder, he wrapped his arms around her resting his hands on her stomach. Kissing her neck, he mumured against her skin. "Hey, Bones . . . Ready for lunch?"

His kiss sending shivers through her, Brennan turned in his arms, placed her hands on his neck and kissed him. "If you'd like to go to lunch then I'm ready."

Kissing her on the lips, Booth soon found the kiss deepening. After a passionate kiss that left them both a little breathless, Brennan stared into his warm chocolate eyes. "Of course, we could go home and have sex instead."

Surprised and delighted at the offer, Booth grinned. "Well, who am I to deny the woman I love what she wants?"

Laughing, Brennan kissed him again. "I like being with you, Booth. You're very accommodating."

Booth kissed her in return and gave her a cocky grin. "It's not hard to do when we both want the same thing."

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Reluctant to take his eyes off of his wife as she finished dressing, Booth remained in their bed. "I'm trying to get Lester to come and work for me."

Annoyed that Booth wasn't moving, Brennan grabbed Booth's thigh. "Booth, get dressed, we have to go back to work."

His hand covering her hand, Booth gave her his charm smile. "I know . . . I'm just resting a bit."

Suddenly concerned, Brennan stared at her partner closely and noticed his chest rising and falling deeper than normal. "Are you alright? You've been doing so well lately, I forget that you're recovering from a serious injury sometimes."

Shaking his head, Booth kissed her hand. "I'm fine. It just need to catch my breath that's all. I just don't bounce back like I used to." Sliding off of the bed, Booth reached over to the chair and grabbed his slacks and carried them into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he returned in search of his shirt, "I'm getting better all the time though . . . I jogged for ten minutes the other day and it felt good." He found his shirt, shrugged it on and started to button it. "I'm going to be good as new when this is all over, so I don't want you to think you're going to have to deal with me being an invalid forever because that isn't going to happen. I . . . "

Irritated that he was focusing on the negavtive, Brennan reached out and captured one his hands. "Booth, you aren't an invalid . . . You're recovering from a very serious wound that by rights should have killed you. You probably won't ever be as good as new, but that doesn't matter . . . not to me. We're together and that's all that matters to me. If you can't jog like you used to, if you need a few extra minutes to recover from activities, then so be it. I don't care. All I care about is that you and I are partners and no one and nothing will change that. Do you understand what I'm saying? We're married and you belong to me and I belong to you. Nothing will change that."

Sad that he was worrying her, Booth placed his hand on her hand. "We are together and we do belong to each other. I just don't want to be a burden. I'm working every day to get better. I want to . . . "

Interrupting him, Brennan leaned up and kissed him. "You are not a burden, Booth. You will never be a burden to me." Kissing him once more, she smiled at him. "I love you."

Returning her kiss, Booth moved his hand until it was free from hers. "Let me finish dressing. We need to get back to work." Slipping his shoes on, Booth grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Bones . . . I understand what you're saying, but I want to try to get as healthy as I can be. I want to . . . I want to do it for you as well as me. I love you and . . . I love you."

Finished dressing, Brennan walked back to where he was standing, wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his shoulder. Feeling his arms envelope her, she closed her eyes. "You make me feel safe. When I'm with you . . . you make me feel loved and safe. I have you in my life and I will not let you leave me Booth. No matter what happens, you can't leave me."

Rubbing her back, Booth closed his eyes and breathed in the scent that was his wife. "I won't leave you, Bones. That's not something you have to worry about. I love you." Releasing her, Booth smiled at her. "Come on, we need to go. I want to stop by the Diner and grab something for us to eat . . . God I'm hungry."

Amused, Brennan grabbed her purse and hurried to the bedroom door. "You're always hungry."

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A/N: kind of a dull chapter but the next chapter will have an interesting development. Promise.