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Slowly walking from Brennan's office to his office, Booth was greeted by Hodgins. "Hey man, I heard that the Queen of the United Kingdom is here this afternoon with the First Lady."
Continuing to his office, Booth entered the room and over to his desk while his friend followed him into the room. "Make sure you don't blow up anything while they're here." Sitting behind his desk, he smiled at his friend. "The British press would have a field day."
Amused, the entomologist chuckled and sat down across from Booth. "Nah, I don't want to upset MI6. Those guys don't have a sense of humor. I know, I . . . ."
Interrupting Hodgins, Booth turned to look at his email. "Lester is shadowing the tour this afternoon. He promised not to talk to the Queen or the First Lady. He's such a kid sometimes and his sense of humor is a little strange."
Hodgins shook his head and snorted. "Ha, his idea of humor is scathing sarcasm."
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth opened his first email and read it. "It takes a little getting used to."
A busy schedule for the day, Hodgins stood up and placed his hands in his pockets. "I'm going to straighten up my Lab. If they come down here I don't want it to look too messy."
His mind on his mail, Booth absently responded, "They're not coming down here, Bug Boy."
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Two hours later, Cam hurried across the hallway and leaned into Booth's office. "The First Lady is coming down here." Turning she ran down the hallway to check and make sure Hodgins wasn't performing any experiments.
Quickly standing, Booth hobbled over to his doorway, closed the door, locked it and turned his lights out. Navigating by the light coming through the glass wall on the left side of the door, Booth moved over to where his couch was and sat in the semi-dark room. "No way. I'm not playing tour guide."
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Resting, Booth heard someone try to turn his doorknob a few times and then leave. Closing his eyes, he ignored the noise in the hallway. After thirty minutes had passed, Booth heard his doorknob being turned again. After the door failed to open, the person on the other side knocked.
Sure that the tour was over, Booth grabbed his cane from the coffee table and hobbled over to the door. Unlocking it, he turned on the overhead lights and opened the door. Finding his wife outside the door, Booth smiled. "Hey, how's it going?"
Puzzled, Brennan entered the room and kissed Booth lightly on the mouth. "Why is your door locked and why did you have your lights off?"
Turning, Booth walked across the office and sat down behind his desk. "I didn't feel well."
Concerned, Brennan crossed the room and stood next to Booth's desk. "You should have told me, Booth. Would you like to go home?"
Shaking his head, Booth sighed. "No. I'm just tired."
Her eyes sweeping over Booth's face and posture, Brennan informed hima about what he'd missed. "The First Lady was here a little while ago. She accompanied the Queen of England on a tour of the Jeffersonian and once the Queen left the Jeffersonian the First Lady came down here for a small tour of the Lab. She wanted to meet me."
Proud of Brennan's accomplishments, Booth grinned at her. "That's great, Bones. Did you show her a really gross body?"
"Should I have?" Now concerned that she hadn't done her job properly, Brennan voiced her concern. "I didn't think that would be something she'd like to see. Most people are uncomfortable when viewing bodies, especially in the state of decomposition . . ."
Holding up his hand, Booth interrupted her. "I was just kidding, Bones. I'm sure she didn't want to see a disgusting body."
Her frown turning into a laugh, Brennan nodded her head. "Aw . . . I didn't realize you were joking. Yes, I was certain that she wouldn't wish to see a decomposing body." Sitting down, Brennan turned serious. "Why don't you feel well?"
Leaning back in his chair, Booth admitted, "I pushed too hard during therapy this morning. My therapist wasn't too happy about it either. I need to pace myself better. I feel like shit and that's no good. I don't like that it's affecting my job."
Relieved that he wasn't sick, Brennan nodded her head again. "Well, at least you recognize the problem. Your therapy isn't a contest Booth. You're not going to win a prize if you recover sooner. You actually risk injuring yourself again if you push yourself too much. Max used to tell me slow and steady wins the race. I didn't understand that as a child because I assumed that the fastest runner always won, but as an adult with a degree in forensics anthropology and kinesiology I now know what he was alluding to."
Fascinated as always, Booth listened to her explain to him the purpose of therapy and what he could accomplish if he did it properly. Once she was finished with her lecture, he smiled. "I see. So, want to go to lunch?"
Brennan checked her watch and stood up. "Yes, just give me fifteen minutes and I'll be right back."
Watching her leave his office, Booth smiled. God I love her.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed his right knee and realized that it was a little swollen. Great, just great.
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After Booth got back from lunch, Lester entered Booth's office, plopped down on the chair in front of his boss's desk and laughed. "Man, I have to say that tour was a lot of fun. The next time we have some big shot show up, I want to shadow the tour. That Queen is pretty smart and so is the First Lady. You're not going to believe it, but when they showed up at the main entrance, the First Lady asked about the scanners and Bob, the guard monitoring it, explained why we we're using it. You're going to appreciate this part, the Queen insisted that everyone go through the scanners." Slapping his thigh, Lester shook his head. "It was just so funny to see the look on Director Foor's face and those snoots with the ladies. It was all I could do to keep from laughing my ass off . . . Oh, I have to tell you, the First Lady and the Queen asked really intelligent questions and they actually listened when stuff was being explained to them. The tour guide, Tina, she was probably the best one I've ever seen. It didn't seem to phase her at all that she had those two ladies on the tour. She was a rock I have to say."
Amused, Booth sipped his coffee and placed his mug down in his desk. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. I was a little surprised that the First Lady came to the Lab though."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lester leaned over and opened Booth's candy jar. Fishing out a lemon drop, he popped it in his mouth and closed the jar. "Well, when the tour was over and the First Lady was standing at the entrance watching the Queen leave she asked me if Dr. Brennan was here. She said she wanted to meet her. I don't think it was planned. She was just being spontaneous. She told Director Foor that she's a huge fan of Dr. Brennan and she's read all of her books."
His gaze moving towards the empty doorway, Booth frowned. "A little heads up would have been good. What if Hodgins had been doing one of his mad scientist experiments? What do you think would happen to us if he exploded something and the First Lady was caught in the blast?"
"Pshaw." Shaking his head, Lester assured Booth, "No way. Hodgins knows he has to clear his experiments before he does them."
Snorting, Booth shook his head. "Don't be stupid. If Hodgins really wants to do something he will. He usually clears all of his experiments, but you know he forgets to do it sometimes. He gets all excited and doesn't think about anything, but what he's doing. I just need to make sure that he doesn't accidentally kill someone as important like the President or the First Lady. They'd hang us all from the nearest lamp post."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Slowly rubbing the end of his nose, Lester conceded Booth's point. "The next time something happens like that I'll call down here quicker. I didn't call Cam until we were already moving towards the elevators. I should have delayed the First Lady and called her right away. I won't make that mistake again."
Annoyed, Booth reached over and moved his candy jar as Lester reached for it again. "Go get your own candy."
Disappointed, Lester stood up. "Alright I will . . . See you later."
Calling out to his young protege, Booth ordered him, 'Bring me back a bag of caramels. If they don't have any I'll take some toffee."
Lester stopped, turned, stared at his boss momentarily and spoke very sweetly. "Well, I'll just do that because you asked so nicely."
Booth laughed at the younger mans response. "Please?"
Smirking, Lester waved his hand. "Not a problem."
Once his young friend left, Booth picked up his cup of coffee and finished drinking the cooling beverage.
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An hour later, Cam burst into into Booth's office and called out to him. "Angela has gone into labor." Watching her rush away, Booth stood up. "Thank God she didn't do this when the First Lady was here."
Moving over to the doorway, Booth heard Hodgins wailing. "Where the hell are my keys?"
Booth stood in the hallway as he saw Angela slowly walking towards the entrance, Brennan and Cam holding her arms as they guided her towards the doors. Spying her husband, Brennan ordered him, "Booth get Hodgins and tell him to come to the parking garage. I'll drive Angela and Jack to the hospital, but he needs to come now. Lester can drive you to the hospital."
Nodding his head, Booth moved as fast as he safely could towards Hodgins' office. Entering the room, Booth shouted at the scientist. "Hodgins forget your damn keys. Bones is driving you and Angela to the hospital. Get to the parking garage now or she's going to leave you behind."
Scrambling across the room, Hodgins whizzed by Booth. "They better not leave me behind for God's sake."
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A/N: Thanks to daisesndaffidols, she had a suggestion for this chapter and I used it.