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Standing outside of Marco's tent, Booth waited patiently until Brennan exited the tent, "How's Marco?"
Her concern for Booth a major concern to her, Brennan frowned, "I thought you were going to go lie down?"
Pointing towards their tent, Booth replied, "I caught my breath and I'm fine. I don't need to lie down. Now, how's Marco?"
Her voice lowered, Brennan walked towards their tent with Booth following behind her, "I'm going to have Jorge take him to town and make sure it's just a concussion." Arriving at the tent, she entered it with Booth right behind her. Sitting on the bed, she waited for Booth to join her, "I'm worried that whoever is hitting our people is going to make a mistake and hit someone too hard. It's a miracle that you and Marco weren't killed. Hitting someone on the head is a very dangerous thing to do. If your attacker had hit you where you had had brain surgery then you may have been killed since that spot on your skull happens to be weaker than the rest of your skull."
Rubbing the back his head very gently, Booth snorted, "Yeah, probably. I think once we have more security around here whoever has been doing this shit will have to stay away. What I can't figure out is why attack Marco? Did he say anything?"
Her hand resting on Booth's knee, Brennan replied, "He said he was on the way back from the houses when he thought he heard a noise behind him. When he turned to look he felt something hit the back of his head and he fell. Whoever hit him, ran his hands through Marco's pockets and took his wallet. Marco said he tried to grab their hand but whoever it was hit him again and then ran away. Marco said that the second time he was hit was across his right ear and it made him dizzy. Marco is furious and . . . well, he says he plans to tear the head off of whoever hit him . . . if he finds out who hit him. He's very angry. . . Booth do you still have your wallet?"
Pointing at his bag, Booth smiled, "Why carry a wallet around in the jungle? I keep it with my bags. If I need it I know where it is."
Relieved, Brennan smiled, "That's probably a wise thing to do." Hearing Jorge shouting in the distance, Brennan remarked, "It sounds like our extra security has arrived."
Leaning back until he was resting on the bed, Booth sighed, "Good." Closing his eyes, Booth yawned, "Maybe everyone will be at least a little safer now."
Standing, Brennan commented, "Move your legs on to the bed, Booth and take a nap."
His eyes now open, Booth shook his head, "Nope, I'm fine."
Her hand resting on his knee, Brennan shook her head, "I'm going to take a nap with you."
Moving his legs so that he was now lying on the bed, Booth moved over so that Brennan could lie next to him, "I could sure use a cold beer."
"The next time we go to town, we'll get you one." Closing her eyes, Brennan relaxed, "I thought this was going to be a fairly easy dig. I wanted it to be a fun experience for you. I'm sorry that you got hurt Booth."
His quiet breathing her answer, Brennan shook her head, "I never want you to get hurt again."
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Waking, Booth felt hot and sticky and realized that their tent was stifling. Creeping off the bed, he walked around the bed and over to the tent flap. Shoving it open he hooked one end of the flap on a hook so the flap would stay open allowing a breeze to enter the tent. Making sure the mosquito net was in place, he walked over to his bags, retrieved a t-shirt and placed it on the chair. Stripping off the damp shirt he was wearing, he used it to wipe the sweat off of his arms and chest and then placed it in their laundry bag. Feeling a little cooler he placed the dry shirt on and sat down. His head no longer hurting, he leaned back against the chair and waited for his wife to awaken.
A few minutes later, Brennan moved her hand to her side and found Booth gone. Opening her eyes, she looked around and spotted him sitting on the camp chair staring at her, "How long have you been awake?"
"Not very long." Leaning forward, Booth asked, "It was pretty hot while we slept but I think the sun is going down. At least it feels a little cooler. The breeze is helping thats for sure."
Sitting up, Brennan retrieved her handkerchief from her pocket and moped her face. "I could use something to drink."
In agreement with her, Booth stood up, "Come on, let's go get something to drink from the mess tent. We could use a snack too."
Leaving the tent, Booth observed an armed man sitting on a chair outside the tent Brennan was using to examine the remains, "Looks like our security is on the job."
"Good, perhaps no one else will be hit today." Moving down the path to the mess tent, Brennan noticed Hector leaving the tent, "Hector, how is Marco?"
Turning, Hector smiled and waved his hand, "Marco is okay. Jorge took him into town and left him at the hospital. He's going to go back and get him in the morning. He just wants Marco to rest and he doesn't think he will if he stays here. Marco is pretty upset that he was attacked and his wallet was stolen. . . . How are you feeling Booth? Are you doing okay?"
The smell of coffee in the air making him very thirsty, Booth placed his hand on the tent flap and opened it, "Oh yeah, I'm just thirsty." Entering the tent, he made a bee line to the coffee urn, grabbed two mugs and filled them with the freshly brewed coffee.
Brennan, entering the tent moved over to the table across from the entrance and sat down. Hector, returning back to the tent, sat down beside her. Booth, carrying the coffee over to his partner, placed a filled mug in front of her and sat down across from her, "Does Jorge have any leads right now about who the grave robber is?"
Shaking his head slowly, Hector sighed, "No, he's worried that it's someone attached to the camp, but I can't imagine it being one our people. It wouldn't make sense. We're all professionals here. I have seven interns, a forensic anthropologist, an entomologist and a botanist working on this dig. I just don't think any one of them would jeopardize their future careers by grave robbing and assaulting people. It doesn't make sense. I think it's someone from the town. Someone realized that there might be something of value here and wants to steal as much as possible. It's the only thing that makes sense."
His attention on Hector while he sweetened his coffee, Booth slowly stirred his coffee, "Maybe, but you never know what's behind a crime until you understand motive. It might be someone from the town and it could be someone here. I think Jorge is right to suspect everyone."
Entering the tent, Miguel smiled and walked over to where Brennan was sitting, "Dr. Brennan you will be happy to hear that the last skeleton has been freed from the cave and has been placed in your examination room with the other skeletons. Dr. Rayburn did a quick examination and he says the hyoid is broken on this one too."
Her coffee cool enough to drink, Brennan sipped some of the brew and then placed the cup down, "Good. I'll examine that one next."
Walking over to the coffee urn, the young intern poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed a bowl of fruit and carried it over to the table. Placing the bowl in front of Booth, Miguel urged him, "Here, we won't be eating dinner for another three hours at least."
Grateful, Booth grabbed an orange and smiled, "Thanks." Carefully peeling the orange, Booth asked, "So Miguel, do you have a theory about the attacks?"
Sipping his coffee, Miguel thought about it and finally replied, "I hope it's an outsider. I would hate to think it's one of us. That would just be so creepy." Thinking about it further he commented, "Anything that the grave robber finds here will not be really easy to sell. The government has tried to crack down on illegal trade of antiquities and unless we find a big pile of gold, I don't think anyone would be tempted to jeopardize their career for a pot or a statue. It would be a ridiculous thing to do."
Interested in Miguel's reasoning, Booth asked, "So you'd be tempted by a big pile of gold?"
A blush spreading across his cheeks, Miguel laughed, "Well for a minute or two, but no not really. I plan to be the leading expert in forensics botany some day and I wouldn't jeopardize my future over something like that. It's not like I could just dump a bunch of gold on the market and no one notice. So no, I wouldn't be tempted."
"Logical and correct." Brennan reached for an orange and started to peel it, "Miguel is right, it wouldn't be worth the loss of a promising career."
Standing, Hector shook his head, "Let's hope everyone else attached to this dig believes that." Leaving the tent, he walked rapidly down the path towards the houses. Anxious to resume work, he hurried down the path trying to put the ugliness that had settled over his dig aside and hoped that with the increased security all would be well.
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