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"Booth where are you going?" Holding his arm in her grip, Brennan yawned.

Puzzled, Booth looked down at her hand on his arm. "I'm going downstairs."

Cautiously, Brennan asked him, "You're not going swimming are you?"

Shocked at the idea, Booth shook his head. "Are you nuts? It's freezing out there. I'm no polar bear."

Relieved, Brennan released his arm, pulled the blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. "Just making sure."

A look of disbelief on his face, Booth shook his head. "You're very strange sometimes, Bones." Not getting a response, Booth moved off his bed, found his slippers, put them on and grabbed his cane. Moving out of the bedroom, he walked downstairs and checked the front and back door to make sure they were still locked. Once that was done, he sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. Flipping rapidly through the channels, he settled on a sports highlight show and watched it. After a few minutes, he turned the TV off and went back to bed.

Once he was settled on the bed, he smiled as Brennan moved so that she was partially sprawled on him. "You know it's a good thing I don't mind you being a bed hog."

"Shhhhhh." Refusing to open her eyes, Brennan admonished him. "You're too noisy."

Amused, Booth closed his eyes, listening to her breathing into his ear.

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Shaking his arm, Brennan tried for the fourth time to get Booth to wake up. "Booth you have to get up. It's getting late."

Groggy, Booth opened his eyes and stared blearily at his wife and partner. "Go away, Bones, I'm sleepy."

Frustrated with him, Brennan sat down next to him and moved her hand down his stomach slowly. "If you don't get up, we're going to be late for work."

His hand grabbing her hand, Booth opened his eyes. "You're not playing fair. Don't start something we don't have time to finish, Bones."

Amused, Brennan laughed and stood up. "The alarm clock went off twenty minutes ago. You're going to be late."

Rolling out of bed, Booth stared in disbelief at the clock. "Damn it. Why am I so sleepy?"

Brennan moved over to the dresser, removed her watch from her jewelry box and slipped it around her wrist. "I'll go cook breakfast. You don't have time to do it this morning."

Feeling drained, Booth forced himself to stand up, staggered into the bathroom and was soon back in the bedroom to change his clothes. After dressing, he limped down the stairs, entered the kitchen and sat down at the island as Brennan poured him a cup of much needed coffee.

The coffee scalding, Booth didn't care and sipped some of anyway. After a few minutes, he felt more alert. "Okay, I think I'm waking up . . . Look no more pain pills. I hate what they do to me."

Stirring some oatmeal into a bowl, Brennan placed it in front of Booth. "But you were pain free last night. It allowed you to rest and by taking just half a pill you didn't act strangely."

Not sure being pain free was worth the trouble, Booth picked up the sugar bowl and sprinkling a little brown sugar on his oatmeal. "Look let's compromise . . . I'll use them on the weekends just not during the week . . . You'd think I would be pain free by now."

Scoffing, Brennan shook her head. "You're never pain free. For as long as I've known you, you've suffered with a bad back and damaged feet."

Annoyed, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah . . . I guess you've got a point."

Sitting down across from him, Brennan pressed her hand over his hand. "Your knee and hip is getting stronger. You should feel less discomfort in the next few weeks. You're breathing is improving and I think over all, your health is improving like it should. You're gaining mobility in your knee and hip and I think you should be able to stop using your cane by the end of the month. I'm going to buy a stationary bike and place it in the family room downstairs. We can both use it."

Encouraged by her optimism, Booth smiled. "You're my little ray of sunshine aren't you?"

Shaking her head, Brennan chuckled. "You say the strangest things sometimes Booth."

His grin bright for her, Booth picked up his spoon and ate his oatmeal. "Um, good, Bones. Not pancakes but good."

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Standing at the main entrance of the museum, Booth scowled as the man before him spoke in a rather condescending manner. "I refuse to be scanned by your machines. I will enter this museum and you will let me. I am a prince in my country and no one treats me like you are trying to treat me."

Not interested in the mans pedigree, Booth leaned on his cane. "Listen sport, I don't give a damn if you're the king of Spain, you aren't coming in here and neither is your body guard unless you walk through that scanner. If you don't want to be scanned then don't go to the museum. No one is forcing you to be scanned."

Inhaling deeply, the young man gestured wildly. "I will have your job for this. No one speaks to me in such a manner. I have been at the Louvre and they didn't treat me like this."

Not really impressed, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "They're French. They may kiss your ass, but I won't. Walk through the scanner or leave. Those are your only two choices."

Disdainfully, the prince looked Booth up and down. "Americans are so vulgar."

Staring at the insulted young man, Booth gave him a cold look. "And you're a prick. Which is worse?"

Resigned that he wasn't going to get his way, the young prince stalked away from Booth and left the building with his body guard.

"He's going to make trouble." Lester patted the shoulder of the security guard running the scanner and smiled. "You did the right thing, Bob. If they don't want to be scanned, don't let them in."

Pleased that he was being backed up, Bob walked over to the scanner and motioned to a small group of visitors who had been avidly watching the incident between Booth and the Prince.

Booth turned and walking over to the elevator. "I don't give a shit what that little prick does."

Surprised at Booth's attitude or maybe not, Lester joined him in the elevator car. "You should."

Shaking his head slowly, Booth frowned at his young friend. "I don't need this job. I'm not going to kiss some young dick's ass because he thinks he's better than me."

Amused, Lester watched the doors slowly close. "Yeah, I was tempted to pop him one myself."

Glaring at the younger man, Booth warned him. "If you ever hit anyone around here, I'll fire your ass."

Wary, Lester shook his head. "Okay now, I was joking and you know it . . . Time to get real now."

Embarrassed, Booth shook his head. "Sorry. I have a headache."

Patting Booth's shoulder, Lester smiled at the older man. "That's okay. Even I can't tell when I'm joking sometimes. Claire says I have a really weird sense of humor."

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In his office, Booth heard a noise and looked up. Surprised to find Director Foor in his office, he closed the file he was working on. "What can I do for you?"

Frowning, Foor closed the door and stood in front of Booth's desk. "I heard about the incident at the front entrance this morning."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth nodded his head. "I told you that there weren't going to be any exceptions when I had the scanner installed. The Greek government has black listed this museum and I don't blame them. That was a valuable statue that nut job damaged. I intend to make sure that doesn't happen again. No one is coming into this museum unless they're scanned. I don't care who they are."

Amused at Booth's unyielding determination, the Director sat down, crossed his legs and moved his fingers along the crease in his pants. "Alright . . . I'd like to make a proposal."

Cautiously, Booth wondered what was coming. "What is it?"

Smiling, Foor momentarily pursed his lips. "Well . . . if the President of the United States decides to visit us, I'd like to exempt him from the scanners . . . You know, you have a lot of balls, but I don't think you would want to do that to the President . . . do you?"

A smile flitting across his lips, Booth nodded his head. "Alright, he's exempt . . . but no one else."

"The First Lady?" Curious, Director Foor stared intently at his head of security to see how he would react.

Rubbing his upper lip, Booth stared silently at the Director. Finally he asked, "Do you have a list you want to give me?"

Foor reached in his coat pocket and handed it to Booth. "It's a small list and these people have actually visited the museum before."

Noticing five names on the list, Booth looked up. "Is the Queen of England coming here? I heard she's in town. Is that why you're here?"

Clapping his hands, Foor laughed. "I knew you were smart. The First Lady and the Queen will be here tomorrow afternoon. I'd rather not have a diplomatic incident by forcing either one of them to be scanned . . . nor their entourage. The press would have a field day."

He knew that common sense had to be used and that there would have to be exceptions after all. Placing the paper on his desk, Booth pursed his lips. "Alright, but if the Queen or anyone with her goes nuts and destroys anything it's on you, not me."

Chuckling, Foor shook his head. "You know, sometimes it's hard for me to tell when you're joking."

Grimly, Booth gave the Director a cold smile. "Oh I'm dead serious."

Standing, Foor pointed at Booth. "That prince you stopped from coming in this morning is a little shit. The last time he was here he made one of my tour guides cry because she didn't kiss his fucking ass during the tour. She's one of our best tour guides and I had to beg her not to quit. That runt needed to be knocked down a peg or two."

Surprised, Booth's smile grew warmer. "I thought you might call me out for that."

Snorting, Foor shook his head. "No, I hired you to take care of the Jeffersonian and any problems that arise. You did your job and that's the end of it."

After the Director left, Booth leaned back against his chair and smiled.

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