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Lying on the bed in their tent, Booth watched Brennan write up some notes for the day, "So are you having fun yet?"

Looking up from her laptop, Brennan smiled, "I am actually. This is why I got into anthropology in the first place. We're lucky the locals showed their school teacher this abandoned town. To find buildings about two thousand years old that haven't been explored in modern times, well, it's not something that happens very often."

Happy that Brennan was actually enjoying the experience, Booth winked at her, "I haven't seen you smile like this for quite awhile. I'm glad Dr. Rayburn invited you to come here. It's pretty interesting. I was thinking, while you're messing with your bones tomorrow, I might take a look at a couple of the buildings. That intern, Maria says that one of them has paintings on the walls. I'd like to look at those."

Pleased that Booth was taking an interest in the dig, Brennan smiled, "That sounds like a very good idea. Perhaps you could take pictures and show them to me."

Reaching down to the floor and picking up a book he had dropped earlier, Booth opened it to the last page he'd read, "I'm glad I thought to bring some books with me. No TV really sucks."

Her attention back on her report, Brennan didn't reply.

Staring at his wife working, Booth found her both beautiful and fascinating. He always liked watching her while she was working. The methodical way she moved, the intense concentration was fascinating to him, it always had been. If this is what it took to make her truly happy then so be it. He loved her and always wanted her to be happy.

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Picking his way through the vegetation, Booth found the building that Maria Sanchez had told him about and entered it through an open doorway. The floor of the room had been swept up so that you could see the broken tiles that covered the floor. Even though many of the tiles were cracked, it was still serviceable. Cautiously, Booth watched his feet as he walked across the room towards another open doorway opposite the entranceway to the building.

The next room was fairly large and appeared to be a common room with two doorways leading into other rooms. Using his flashlight, he was able to see the faded paintings on the back wall of the room. Continuing to move cautiously in the dark, he tried to keep his flashlight on his feet to make sure he didn't fall and hurt himself.

Half way across the room, Booth almost stumbled into a small pit. Curious, he knelt down and played his flashlight across the open area in the floor. The dirt had obviously been recently disturbed and it appeared that there were some broken pottery shards sticking out of the dirt in the corner of the pit. Lying on his stomach, Booth reached down to pull one of the shards up when he felt someone move behind him. Calling out, Booth asked, "Hey, Maria? Is that you? I thought you said you guys weren't going to do anything with this building until . . ." Pain lancing through his head, Booth realized too late that he was in trouble.

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When lunch was ready, Dr. Guerra made sure that Brennan was notified. Entering the stifling tent, Hector called out, "Hey, Temperance, lunch is ready."

Startled, Brennan glanced at Hector and then at her watch, "Alright. I'm surprised Booth isn't back yet. Maria told him about one of the buildings having some paintings on the wall and he wanted to see them. He said he was only going to be gone for an hour and that was two and half hours ago."

Shrugging his shoulders, Hector replied, "If you like, we can go see where he's at. He probably lost track of time looking at the paintings. They're faded but if you hold a flashlight close to the wall, you can make out what they are."

Her latex gloves removed, Brennan tossed them in a bio-hazard bag and walked toward the tent entrance. "Would you take me there? I know Booth would not appreciate missing lunch."

Amused, Hector laughed, "No I imagine not. He seems to like his food." Turning, he led Brennan away from the tent. "Pat plans to continue to work in the cave this week, but I think I'm going to start working in the buildings. I'm interested to see if there are any remains buried under the floors of the houses. So far we've uncovered ten houses. We haven't done any work in them yet, just recorded whatever we found in the rooms, cleaned up the vegetation from the entrances and cleaned up two of the paths between those buildings."

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The building appeared to be a house of moderate size. The entranceway was clear and the vertical supports and the lintel around the open doorway were solid and unadorned. Entering the building, Brennan pulled out small flashlight from her pants pocket and turned it on. Hector, carrying a flashlight he'd grabbed from his tent on the way over, followed Brennan into the building, "This is one of the first houses we uncovered. Maria Sanchez has been recording the paintings that we found on the back wall. They're mostly birds and animals."

Stepping into the common area, Brennan moved her beam of light around the room, "Booth are you in here?"

Sitting hunched over near the pit, his knees against his chest, his hand on the back of his head, Booth murmured, "Yeah, I'm over here."

Her light playing over her husband, Brennan hurriedly moved over to where he was sitting. Squatting next to him, Brennan moved the flashlight around so that she could examine him, "What happened? Are you alright?"

Moving his hand away and holding it under the light, Booth studied his bloody hand, "Someone hit me on the head. I don't know why. I din't get a look at them . . . Man my head hurts like hell."

Moving around so she could examine his head, Brennan almost stumbled into the pit behind him. "Hector, there's a pit here, I thought you said that you haven't done any work in here yet."

Startled, Hector cautiously moved across the room and over to where the pit was. Cursing, the archaeologist played his flashlight across the area, "Damn it. This is not supposed to be here. Someone is clearly looking for treasure. Dios mío, me voy a matar a alguien."

Brennan, moving her fingers gingerly around Booth's scalp, found a large bump on the back of his head. From the tackiness her fingers encountered, she'd found a gash and knew it was still oozing blood. "Hector help me get Booth out of here. . . Booth, do you think you can stand?"

His head throbbing, Booth tried to concentrate on his partner's words, "Yeah, I think so." With their help, Booth soon found his feet under him and with their continued help, moved slowly toward the door. "I thought you guys had security? Someone should be watching these buildings."

Furious, Hector agreed, "Oh believe me, Booth. Someone is about to get a new asshole."

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Sitting on his bed, Booth held still why Brennan examined his head. Cleaning the gash, she carefully removed the blood, "I think you have a concussion, but I'd feel better if we could get an MRI and make sure it's not a fracture."

The pain a dull ache, Booth responded, "We're not exactly close to a hospital, Bones."

Pat Rayburn, sitting on the chair near the doorway, offered, "There is a doctor in the nearby town. We can have her look at you. If she thinks you need something more we can drive over to Merida and have someone look at you there. I agree with Dr. Brennan. I don't think we should take any chances."

A little nauseaus, Booth was careful not to move his head, "Okay, maybe we should."

Worried, Brennan taped a bandage over the gash and moved around to face her husband, "I'm so sorry, Booth. I . . ."

Reaching out and taking her hand, Booth assured her, "Hey, this isn't your fault. We'll go to the doctor, make sure my head is screwed on tight, come back and catch the son-of-a-bitch that hit me. He'll wish he'd never been born when I catch his sorry ass." With Pat's help, Booth stood and followed Brennan out of the tent and over to a nearby jeep, "I know one thing, I'm getting tired of people hurting me. I feel like I have a big target painted on my back."

Helping Booth get into the jeep, Brennan kissed his cheek, "I wish they would leave you alone too, Booth. I really do."

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A/N: So as you can see, yes, this is not going to be a peaceful dig. Writers, what can you do with them?

Guest: I do a lot of research when I write my stories, so yes the Mayan burial traditions are accurate.