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Stepping into the Founding Fathers, Harris scanned the patrons around him until he found the one he was looking for. Weaving around the tables, he smiled as he came up behind Booth. Slapping him on the shoulder, Special Agent in Charge Harris complained, "Why didn't you call me when you got back from your trip?" Sitting down across from his friend, the agent frowned, "Agent Dodson saw you come in here and he called me and told me. Not nice, Booth. I thought we were friends."

Wary of Harris' motives for tracking him down, Booth sipped some of his iced tea and then placed his glass down, "From what I heard I was on your list of suspects in the Taffet murder. Since that's bullshit and you know it, I decided to leave well enough alone and not tell any of my FBI friends that I was back."

Irritated at his friend's logic, Harris growled, "It's not bullshit and you know it." Interrupted by the server, the agent ordered a cup of coffee and the house special. Once the waiter left, he turned back to Booth, "You've got the record in the Army for the longest successful shot and believe me that made you a suspect. Heather Taffet was killed from an incredible distance. I had to put you on the list."

His anger mounting as well as his voice, Booth crossed his arms and leaned back against his chair, "You're so full of shit. I would never murder anyone and you know it. It's a damn good thing I was in Mexico, so you can't pin this on me."

Furious at Booth's declaration, Harris slapped his hand on the table, drawing the attention of nearby patrons, "She tried to kill you and Temperance, so I'm pretty damn sure that pissed you off. Then add to that, last year one of her cronies broke into your apartment and tried to murder you. You're career at the FBI was ruined after that and you had to quit because of her and then another one of her scumbag dick wads kidnapped you and tried to kill you. You're the perfect suspect and you know it. The only reason why you're free and not over at the Hoover right now is because you were out of the country." Pointing his index finger at Booth, he lowered his voice and huffed, "And I would never try to pin anything on you and you know it." Breathing heavily, Harris shook his head, "Look, I know you wouldn't murder anyone. If I had had to haul you in it would have merely been for form, okay. I would have had to investigate you and it would have been a complete and utter waste of my valuable time. Thank God you were in Mexico, so I could concentrate on finding the real murderer. Now stop being such a little girl and being all pissy about this. You know I'm right."

Slightly mollified, Booth unfolded his arms and placed his hands on the table in front of him, "Brodsky is not a murderer either. He wouldn't murder Taffet. What would be his motive?"

After the server placed his coffee in front of him and left, Harris grabbed two sugar packets and dumped the sweetener in to his bevarage, "He's not the saint you think he is. Last year he took a shot without authorization from higher ups in Dallas. Afterward, he was in a world of trouble and he knew it. He just fell off the radar shortly after that and no one knows where he went and no one will admit that they've seen him. The shot that took out Heather Taffet was a hell of a shot and only the best could have done it. That means my list of suspects is very short. You, Brodsky and Preston for sure. I had about six other guys on the list, but they all have strong alibis. You were on on that dig with your wife, so that leaves Brodsky and Preston. And for your information, I had Max Keenan on the list for awhile, but the man is getting old and I don't think he's really capable of making a shot like that now if he ever could."

Not surprised about Max, Booth picked up his fork and cut off some of his pot roast. Staring at the dripping meat, he shook his head, "If it turns out to be Jacob then you're going to have a hell of a time finding him."

Shrugging his shoulders, Harris tasted his coffee and placed the cup back down on the table, "Why don't you tell me something I don't already know." The waiter back, Harris leaned back as the man set down a plate of chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes in front of him and left. Picking up his fork and knife, Harris attacked his steak out of frustration. Cutting it up into small pieces, he finally looked up and glared at Booth, "You want to help me look for him? I can sign you on as a consultant . . . short term."

Positive that he wasn't interested, Booth shook his head, "Nope, I'm not interested. I have a great job and I consult for the District. I'm not getting involved with the FBI any more. That's the past and I promised Bones that I wouldn't go back. She deserves the peace and I plan to make sure I'm not the reason for her to worry."

Resigned, Harris nodded his head, "Okay . . . okay, I didn't think it would hurt to ask." Popping some of his steak into his mouth, the agent chewed the tender meat slowly. Finally swallowing it, he informed Booth, "The Jeffersonian is helping me the best that they can. Is there any chance Temperance might pitch in and help?"

His cup on the way to his mouth, Booth paused, "I know for a fact that Bones is helping Clark. She wants to catch whoever killed Taffet. She's worried that this whole thing will come back and haunt us somehow. I agree with her. Taffet has been involved in our lives for a few years now and since we don't know the motive of her killer we need to be careful. The sooner the murderer is caught the better for everyone."

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Her head resting on Booth's shoulder, Brennan stared at the clock on the nightstand, "I'm glad you turned down Harris. There is no reason for you to be involved in the man hunt for Taffet's killer."

Slowly rubbing her arm, Booth stared at the shadows playing across the window curtain, "I promised that I'd stay away from the FBI and I keep my word. You don't have to worry about me, okay? I'm retired from the Army and the FBI. I work for the Jeffersonian now."

Relieved that he was staying out of danger, Brennan kissed her husband lightly on the lips and smiled at him in the semi-dark room, "Thank you. You still have a few places on your body that haven't been damaged and I'd like to keep it that way."

Amused, Booth placed his hand behind her head and returned her kiss. The kiss deepening, they soon found themselves breathless. Pulling back, Booth swallowed and kissed her lightly once more. "Believe me, I want to keep me from getting hurt too. My bones hurt enough as it is." Kissing her once more, Booth smiled, "How are you doing by the way? I don't want you to overdo it at work. You're three months pregnant now and you need to be careful not get too tired."

Irritated at Booth's advice, Brennan glared at him, "I'm pregnant Booth, not handicapped. I was fine on the dig and I'm fine now. If you remember, I planned to stay longer on the dig, but I cut back the time we stayed because I'd finished working on the murder victims and Pat was starting to irritate me."

Snorting, Booth laid his head back and stared at the ceiling, "You just didn't like the fact that he ordered Jorge to cut back on security again."

Her head now resting on Booth's shoulder, Brennan hugged her husband and admitted it, "Yes, he knew what trouble we had when were understaffed, but he's too concerned about money. I didn't feel comfortable staying since you were with me and you'd already been hurt once."

Guffawing, Booth moved his head to stare at his wife, "Excuse me, I can take care of myself. I'm a Ranger you know. If you wanted to stay then we could have. I'm not some hot house flower that has to be taken care of. I was your damn body guard for God's sake. You have no . . ."

Moving so her lips crashed against his, Brennan kissed him urgently until he felt like his body was thrumming. Finally separating from him, Brennan placed her hand against the side of his face, "You're my life, Booth. I don't want to live without you. I will not do anything that will place your life in danger. Never again. I don't care if you don't like it, but that is the way it will be from now on. I love you and I will not under any circumstances let you get hurt because of something I'm doing."

Surprised at her vehemence, Booth stared in wonder at his partner, "Don't stop being you, Bones. Please don't stop being you because of me. I'm stronger than you think."

Shaking her head, Brennan sighed, "I won't Booth. I'm not. You and I are together now and that means that I have to make some changes in my life. I'm not going to not be me, I promise. I'm just going to be a more cautious me. You and the baby are my family and you both are the most important people in my life. You made changes in your life for me and I'm making a few for you. It's what partners do and I know you're strong. Your health really improved while we were in Mexico. Besides your reaction to cold, I think you're doing well."

Proud of Brennan's loyalty to him, Booth kissed her once more, "You need to go to sleep. It's getting late."

Settling back down, Brennan placed her head on his shoulder and draped her arm across his chest, "You need to get some sleep too."

His head resting on his pillow, Booth sighed, "I'll be happy when Taffet's murderer has been caught. I'm sick and tired of Taffet's influence on our lives."

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