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After he rapped on the door frame to Harris' office, Booth waited for the man to look up from his monitor. Harris, glanced at his doorway then turned to face Booth. "Hey, I'm glad you called and wanted to talk me. So far I'm coming up with a big fat zero about the body that was found at the Jeffersonian."

Entering the room, his visitor's badge prominently displayed, Booth smiled at his friend. "I thought I'd give you what we have so far about the Rose Garden victim and you could tell me what you've done with the case so far."

Pleased, Harris leaned forward on his desk and waited for Booth to sit down. "My guys are still looking through the footage of the videos you sent over and so far they haven't come up with anything. I'm assuming that you have Angela looking too?"

"Oh, yeah." Settled on his chair, Booth crossed his legs. "Angela is checking but so far she hasn't seen anything unusual in the gardens."

His eyes flicking over to the empty doorway and back, Harris informed Booth, "We tried to talk to Taffet, but you can guess how that went. She just sat there giving us that sneer she's so good at and refused to say anything. I swear to God that bitch wouldn't admit she was hot if she was on fire. We aren't going to get anything out of her. She has a few appeals coming up and she isn't going to do anything to wreck them."

Not really surprised, Booth shook his head. "I figured that's what she would do. She's a pretty cool customer. Have you talked to Doug Clary yet?"

"Yeah, I talked to him yesterday." Leaning back against his chair, Harris continued, "He wants to cut a deal before he talks. I talked to Caroline and she said that she wants us to ID the body and do some investigating before she starts cutting deals. She was pretty adamant about it too. I didn't want you to think I didn't try, but you know how Caroline is."

Well aware how fierce Caroline was Booth nodded his head. "I figured that would happen too. I can you tell you who the victim is."

Surprised, Harris leaned back onto his desk. "What the hell, you couldn't lead off with that?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth smiled in amusement. "I don't work for you, Buddy, so stop giving me the evil eye. Bones did her thing with the skull and then handed it over to Angela. Angela found out the victim was Special Agent Sam Tassin."

"Sam Tassin?" Trying to remember, Harris stared at the top of his desk for a moment. A glimmer of a memory finally surfaced and Harris turned his gaze back towards Booth. "I think I remember him. If I remember right, he was a bomb technician. Didn't he retire from the FBI ten years ago?"

"Yep." Booth pulled out a flash drive from his jacket pocket, uncrossed his legs, leaned forward and placed the drive on Harris' desk. "He took medical retirement five years ago because he had the beginnings of emphysema. The man was divorced and didn't have any kids. He wasn't living with anyone when he disappeared so when he came up missing no one reported it."

Scooping up the flash drive, Harris inserted it in the tower under his monitor and waited. Opening several files, he skimmed over the information. "Damn, Angela is good. This is great. At least we have something to work with now." Downloading the info into a waiting file, Harris removed the flash drive and placed it in his desk drawer. "So, Taffet recruited an agent from Homeland Security and a retired FBI agent. This is shit."

The thought of cops turning bad, turned Booth's stomach. "Yeah, I think so too."

"It was bad enough when Doug Clary was fingered as the one who tried to kill you." Facing Booth again, Harris shook his head. "When the press finds out that the Gravedigger was in league with two Federal Agents we are going to have a serious black eye moment."

Unconcerned, Booth stood up. "Not me, I work for the Jeffersonian."

Irritated, Harris shook his head. "Yeah, yeah . . . rub it in." Standing, Harris reached out to shake Booth's hand.

Booth leaned over Harris's desk and shook his hand forcefully. "Call me when you get something on Tassin. I'll let you know if Angela turns up anything useful on the Garden videos."

"Lester told me he interviewed with you." Watching Booth walk away, Harris called out, "Are you hiring him or not? Do me a favor and don't hire him."

Waving his middle finger at Harris, Booth laughed as he left his friend's office.

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"It was weird wearing a visitor's badge while I was at the Hoover." After sipping some of his wine, Booth placed the glass down next to his plate. "It was even weirder to be sitting in my old office as a guest."

Buttering a slice of French Bread Brennan responded, "How did Morris react when you told him that Angela had identified Tassin as our victim?"

With his fork in his hand, Booth scooped up some polenta. "He was grateful like always, but he wasn't happy to find out it was an FBI agent. Even a former agent working for Taffet will be a PR nightmare for the FBI."

"But it does make sense." Placing her knife down, she placed her hand on her glass of wine. "Once you started to consider the fact that she did have an accomplice, you suspected that the accomplice might have law enforcement ties. That's what caused Doug Clary to panic and try to murder you."

Not in the mood to talk about the Gravedigger, Booth leaned over and kissed her. "Let's stop talking shop. How would you like to go away for the weekend? We can drive over to Virginia Beach and get a Hotel room and just relax all weekend. No bodies, no crime, just us doing what the hell we want to do."

Kissing him in return, Brennan slowly nodded her head. "That sounds very nice. I'd like that."

His eyes twinkling, Booth kissed her once more, leaned back and popped the bite of polenta in his mouth. Once he swallowed it, he responded. "Good, you've been working hard all week."

"Oh, we finally identified the body that we found outside the Finnish embassy." Embarrassed, Brennan blushed. "I'm sorry, you said you didn't want to talk shop."

Unable to stop himself, Booth leaned over and kissed her. "Bones, don't apologize. You are who you are and I love you for it . . . Now tell me, who was that victim?"

Pleased that Booth was so considerate, Brennan smiled. "Well, you know we had trouble identifying him because he wasn't in any missing person's database and his DNA wasn't in any database that we have access to. After Angela did the reconstruction we still didn't have any luck so we just posted the image on our website and waited to see if we got any response. We got a call this afternoon while you were at the Hoover."

Curious, Booth asked her, "Okay, don't keep me in suspense . . . who is it?"

"His name was Pavel Delov." Sipping her wine, Brennan looked over the rim of her glass to see his reaction.

Not sure if that was someone he was supposed to know, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Is that name supposed to ring a bell?"

After she swallowed some wine, Brennan placed her glass down. "He was a solider assigned to the Russian Embassy here in the District as part of their security team. He went missing three weeks ago. No one knew where he was. The embassy finally reported him missing two days ago to the FBI, but his name and image hadn't been entered into the missing person's database yet. Someone at the Embassy was checking our database this afternoon and then contacted Angela. Someone from the Embassy is going to come by the Jeffersonian tomorrow to look at the personal effects found on the body. They're also going to bring a record of Delov's DNA to see if it matches our victim."

"There wasn't any ID on the body." Booth cut into his grilled piece of chicken. "Just some change in one of his pockets and I think he had a pocket knife and a necklace."

Nodding her head, Brennan smiled. "Yes, that's right. The necklace is a St. Andrew medal."

"Well, if this body turns out to be Pavel Delov then it won't be your case anymore." Spearing a piece of chicken, Booth watched the sauce drip from the meat to the plate. "It will either be handed over to Clark or the techs over at the FBI."

Scooping up some polenta, Brennan responded, "I won't mind, I'm more interested in the investigation of Sam Tassin."

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