A/N: This is a bit late but I was inspired to finish it while watching The Women's Marches on television yesterday. Sorry for the tardiness but I will complete all 20 before summer...that I promise.

Temperance Brennan gathered her syllabuses from her messenger bag and laid them on the table in front of her. She was hesitant to be excited about teaching this summer because unlike the graduate level courses she was used to, this was a 100 level class. In her past experience, beginner students were usually a mix of eager to learn with lackadaisical ones who didn't appreciate the opportunities gaining an education at American University could afford them.

However, when Doctor Goodman asked for her help to the original professor's emergency sabbatical, she couldn't say no. It was thanks to him she had the chance to extend her knowledge to a small group of interns who would take over for her someday. Looking over on the other side of the room, she saw two of them now setting up her Power Point presentation for tomorrow.

At the podium, Wendell plugged in the laptop. "Okay Jessica that should do it. Try it now."

The redhead clicked and the presentation popped up on the full screen. "Yes! We're ready to go for tomorrow."

Wendell stood up and faced Jessica. "Hey thanks for taking over being Doctor B's TA for this class. I'm sorry it was last minute—"

"No worries, Wendell. With the work Agent Booth asked you to do on the house this summer, you're going to be busy."

"Thanks." The blonde man said before looking at his advisor. "Doctor B, is there else you need from us?"

Brennan looked around. "No, I'm all set Mr. Bray. Thank you."

"I'm going to call Andie quick but whenever you're ready I can walk you to your car before I drop Jessica off at the FBI."

Brennan took a breath. "I don't need an escort to my vehicle Mr. Bray. It's only 7:30 and light out for another couple of hours."

"We don't mind, Doctor B." Jessica said. "Aubrey said to take my time because there was paperwork he had to get caught up on."

"I'm really fine—"

"Doctor B, my mom said to always walk a lady to her car when she was alone, no matter what time of day."

Brennan smirked. "My husband asked you also, didn't he Mr. Bray?"

When Wendell's eyes got big, Jessica laughed. "Busted!"

The anthropologist knew her intern was brought up in a similar way to her husband and decided to give in. "It's fine, Mr. Bray. Go call your girlfriend and Ms. Warren and I will be ready by the time you're done."

Wendell exhaled. "Thank you, Doctor B."

As they watched the young man walk away, Jessica turned to her mentor. "Aubrey is like that, too. He always walks me to his car when I leave his apartment and to send him a text to make sure I get home okay.

"He's a good man, Ms. Warren."

"Don't I know it." Jessica replied.

Wendell has just got into the hallway when he saw a man sitting outside the lecture hall. "Can I help you with something?"

"No, just looking for my classes this semester. Is this where the Human Origins class will be tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah it is." Wendell said.

"Thanks."

Instead of walking away, Wendell watched the guy turn to a nearby bulletin board before going to the drinking fountain. When done, he walked back to the pillar and played with his phone. Suspecting that the man was waiting for him to leave, the anthropologist instead decided to head back in. As he turned, however, his friend and their mentor came out.

"Wendell, did we give you enough time?" Jessica asked as Brennan locked the door.

"I didn't get a chance." Wendell said before he saw his advisor turn around. "Doctor B, this here is one of your students for your summer class tomorrow."

"Hello." Brennan said. "You are…"

"Kempl. Donald Kempl. I can't wait to start a class with the famous Temperance Brennan."

"It's Doctor Brennan Mr. Kempl and as for being excited to start my class, one should reserve judgement until they begin." Turning to the others, she smiled. "I'm ready to go home now, Mr. Bray."

"We're right behind you, Doctor B." Wendell said.

The three walked away leaving the young man standing in the hallway.

Two weeks later, Brennan was in the middle of her lecture as Jessica manned the Power Point presentation while taking notes for her Supplemental Instruction session the next night.

As the anthropologist looked out, she noted three students were missing. One had emailed stating she was vomiting and would bring a doctor's note later. The other two she assumed had overslept. As Booth told her more than once, 'to err is human', but she didn't have to tolerate students who didn't take her class seriously. They knew when they signed up that this was an 8:00 AM class and she expected her students ready to learn.

Looking out, she was unimpressed to see a few in their pajamas and a few with bed head. However, unlike years earlier she looked past it and would make no judgements after the first test. She was happy as most of the students seemed to genuinely appreciate the chance to learn from her.

Except one…Donald Kempl.

In two weeks time, she made several observations about him. Like a few others, more than once he had shown up in his pajamas nor combed his hair before class. Unlike those other students who were usually early or right on time, Mr. Kempl was late more than once. Not one minute…but up to fifteen minutes once. Petty annoyance, but she didn't break her roll during the class.

But it was his attitude that irritated her most of all. More than once, he liked to challenge her during a lecture. As Ms. Warren has pointed out to her this morning, the young man was 'trying to get her goat'. Her intern's solution? In the young woman's colorful vernacular, 'don't take his shit' and 'Doctor B him'.

"So Doctor Brennan…we only have this evidence to prove the evolution from the primates into the Neanderthal?"

Remembering Jessica's advice, she 'Doctor B'd him using logic. "If you would've been paying attention to the lecture I just gave Mr. Kempl, you wouldn't have a need to waste class time with that question."

In her peripheral vision, she could see the subtle thumbs up her teaching assistant gave her and smiled. Focusing back on her class, she made her final announcement. "Next week is your first exam. Ms. Warren has posted her Supplemental Instruction session times for the exam on the board. If you study your lecture notes and attend these, your test should be successful. Good day."

As the class left, Jessica walked over to her mentor and went over her notes. As Brennan made a few of her own, their attention was diverted.

"Doctor Brennan, perhaps we should discuss this lecture. I still have a few questions."

Brennan turned to the student. "Mr. Kempl, I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone. Manners dictate you wait until I'm done with Ms. Warren unless there is an emergency."

The anthropologist turned back to Jessica, who held back a snicker as the man stewed at Doctor B's rebuke. When she finished her suggestions, Brennan turned to the man.

"If the questions are about the content of his lecture, perhaps you should start showing up on time. Class starts at 8:00, not 8:08."

"Well, I'm here now and I need clarification on a part of today's lesson."

Brennan grabbed her bag. Usually, she would make time for a student's questions, but this man proved to be the exception. "As your time is valuable Mr. Kempl, so is mine and right now I'm needed at the lab. Ms. Warren should be able to answer your questions or come by my office during the posted office hours tomorrow."

"Can I stop at the Jeffersonian later today? I have a tight schedule."

"No you may not. Now as already stated, Ms. Warren can help you now or at one of her sessions. Another option is to come during my posted office hours. If you prefer, you can email me your questions and I will direct you to the proper resource. Good day, Mr. Kempl."

She turned to Jessica. "Ms. Warren I'll see you later today."

"Bye Doctor B."

As Brennan walked out of the lecture hall, the redhead turned to the young man. "So, how can I help you?"

Donald turned to Jessica barely holding back a sneer. "I prefer to talk to the professor, not an overpaid intern."

Jessica was unfazed as she grabbed her stuff. "Suit yourself. I'm available at those times posted or Doctor B is during her office hours. Your professor doesn't like people being lazy, nor does she like know-it-all dickheads, so I would attend one of my SI sessions, including tonight's. Now I have a research design class to get to. Excuse me."

The redhead walked out the door with confidence, but when she was out of sight, her worry showed. Pushing it aside, she rushed to her class across campus.

After an hour of examining remains on the platform with Wendell, Cam, Angela, and Hodgins. Brennan touched up her final exam for next week before emailing it to Jessica to use as a guide for her SI instruction. When done, she headed out and met Booth at the Royal Dinner for lunch, where she discussed her thoughts with her husband.

"Are you sure, Bones?" Booth said before taking a drink of his coffee.

"I'm always sure when I speak, Booth. You know that."

"Should I run a background check?"

"If you could, but I'm right." Brennan said as she ate her soup. "The similarities are unmistakable.

"Do I need to worry about you? Does Aubrey need to worry about Jessica? You know how overprotective he is."

Brennan was unable to hide her smirk. It wasn't the first time Booth hid behind Aubrey since the younger agent started dating her intern. "Booth, I appreciate the fact you're worried, but I will be fine. Assure Aubrey that Ms. Warren will be fine, too."

"Bones, if someone is after you I need to know about it."

Brennan drank her coffee, secretly grateful to have a devoted husband. However, she wasn't going to give in too easily.

"I can see that I can't talk you out of worrying, so please do that background check for me so I can get a confirmation. Then, if you like, you can come to my class and observe the young man to get one of your gastrointestinal readings."

"I want to kick his ass, Bones."

"I know, Booth, but you have to behave because you're there to make observations. From there, we can come up with a strategy."

"I would like to observe your class, Bones. I like it when you get all…professorial. It's pretty hot."

"Well, maybe later tonight after Hank and Christine go to bed you can wear your glasses again and I can…give you a private lecture."

Booth got giddy before he remembered the subject. "I always appreciate an…informative lecture."

Brennan gave a sultry grin. "I know."

"I just don't believe it."

"Well, believe it Jess." Aubrey said as he took off his watch and set it on the dresser.

"Well, it explains why he's always trying to piss off Doctor B." Jessica yelled from the bathroom. "He was an asshole today. First, he was late again, then he tried to challenge her but she put him in his place. Then he tried to bully her into seeing him outside of her office hours. When she directed him to me, he refused to talk to me, saying I was an 'overpaid intern.'"

Aubrey secured his pistol and locked it away in the nightstand drawer. He took off his tie and hung it up before stripping down to his boxers. When done, he walked across the hall where Jessica was brushing her teeth.

"Jess, do I need to worry about this guy starting something with you and Doctor B?"

Jessica rolled her eyes while spitting toothpaste into the sink. "No, Aubrey. He's just a dickhead with an ax to grind."

"I think I need to come to class with you tomorrow." The agent said as he admired Jessica's night attire, a thigh length slip with a patchwork design in different reds.

Jessica finished brushing her teeth and rinsed the toothbrush. "I think Booth being there is sufficient, Aubrey."

"Partners always help each other out."

The redhead looked at her boyfriend with narrowed eyes. "You talked to Booth about it already didn't you?"

Aubrey's face turned red as he looked down on the floor. When he looked up at her, he gave her his sad blue eyed puppy dog look.

"Damn it, Aubrey not the sad eyes."

"I love you, Jessica."

The redhead rolled her eyes. Her boyfriend was adorable with flushed cheeks and his beautiful eyes. She also admired the definition on his lean body before she remembered she was annoyed at him, but it melted away. However, he wasn't going to get away with being sneaky completely.

"Fine, but a few of the male students flirt with me, so you have to behave yourself. Now, let's get to bed. We have to be up early, Superman."

As his girlfriend walked past him into his bedroom, her words registered before following her. "Who's flirting with you? What are their names?"

The next day, Booth and Aubrey sat in Brennan's class and observed the lecture. Without fail, Donald Kempl challenged the anthropologist on almost all topics covered. They chuckled with the class when a female student told him to 'shut his pie hole so the rest of us could learn.'

As Booth observed the young man, he thought about what the background check came up with. He had it admit, he wouldn't have caught it but of course his Bones did. She was the smartest woman there was and he was proud to have her as his wife.

By the time Brennan broke the class for a ten minute break, Booth had come up with a plan. He turned to Aubrey, who was busy giving dirty looks to a male student talking to Jessica. "Aubrey!"

Startled, the younger agent turned to his partner. "Sorry."

The two men got up and walked down to the lectern, where they met with Brennan and Jessica.

"I know exactly what we're going to do." Booth said.

Ninety minutes later, the class was almost over. Brennan went over her husband's plan and agreed it was smart. All four agreed that Kempl wasn't planning physical harm, but something that could cause irreparable damage to Brennan's career. Seeing the time, she put it into motion.

"Tonight, there will be a small change of plans. Ms. Warren won't be conducting the SI session tonight, but I will be here to help answer questions for next week's test. For those who are planning to come, I will see you at 6:00 PM."

Booth looked at all the students. Most nodded their heads while a few of the younger male students who obviously had a crush on Jessica looked bummed. Of course, there was one student who lit up like a Christmas tree and the agent smiled.

"We're going to get you, you little fucker. Nobody messes with Bones and gets away with it."

At 7:00 PM, the SI session ended. A few students remained back to ask other questions. After Brennan answered them, they left. The only student remaining was Donald Kempl.

"Doctor Brennan, I have a question."

The anthropologist kept her back to him as she organized her things. When she turned around, she was surprised when the young man stood mere inches from her. "Yes Mr. Kempl?"

"Why are fighting this?"

Brennan was perplexed. "Fighting what, Mr. Kempl?"

"This thing between you and me. You can't tell me you don't feel it." The man said with a smirk.

"What I feel right now is a mix of annoyance and impatience. Please get to your point so I can go home to my family."

"Our chemistry. You are an attractive woman, Temperance."

"I'm your professor, Mr. Kempl. You will not address me as Temperance, but as Doctor Brennan."

"Call me Donald, please. Think about what this could do to my grade."

"No, I will call you Mr. Kempl because you're my student. Since your pathetic attempt at a sexual pass is not part of the curriculum, it will not affect your grade."

"You say you don't want me, but I disagree. I think an intimate student-teacher relationship could be advantageous to both of us."

"No it would be disadvantageous for you because your attempts at flirtation only serve to show your ignorance when a woman says no."

"You don't mean that, Temperance."

Suddenly Donald put his hand on her arm. Before the cocky man could react, Brennan quickly grabbed his wrist and forced it on the table. Then her other hand grabbed his neck and pushed it down on the table hard next to his wrist.

"LET ME GO YOU BITCH!"

"Perhaps I wasn't clear before Mr. Kempl. I'm not attracted to you in any way. In fact I am amused by working to pass this course by your pathetic attempts at flirting and your efforts to embarrass me in front of the other students. I am the best forensic anthropologist in the world and you should be grateful for the chance to study under me. My teaching assistant Jessica Warren is also talented and is one of a handful of students I am guiding to following in my footsteps. Now, when I let you go, you will walk out that door and we will never reference this again. If you make another attempt at a sexual dalliance or to engage me in any other situation other than as teacher and student, I will report you to Doctor Goodman as well as make sure you never get a job in government or academia. Do I make myself clear?"

Donald was in agony by now and just wanted the pain to stop. "Yes! Yes! Let me go."

"One more thing. For the second and last time, you will refer to me as Doctor Brennan, not 'Bitch' or any derogatory term. Do I make myself clear?"

"YES! YES! Let me go!"

Brennan let him go and got her things together as the young man cringed in pain. "Good night Mr. Kempl."

Donald watched as the anthropologist walked out the door and into the summer night. He tried to move his neck but winced. However, he was able to smile.

"By the time I get done with you, you're not going to be a doctor of anything."

For the next few days things were quiet. Since there was no case for her to work on with Booth, Brennan concentrated on preparing the test for her students. On Friday, she worked on an article for a science journal and briefed Oliver Wells on his weekend duties at the lab.

The weekend nothing was out of the ordinary as Saturday was spent at Hodgins and Angela's with the kids using the pool as the adults sat around and talked. Sunday was like all others, with Booth and Christine at church before meeting her and Hank for lunch at the diner before going to the Jeffersonian's Natural History Museum.

The day of the test Brennan showed up at 7:30 and was not surprised to see a few students getting more study time in before class started. At 8:01, she had Jessica start handing out the test to the students. As the redhead finished and sat down, Donald Kempl walked in late to no one's surprise.

Not surprisingly, instead of asking for the test, he sat at a desk. Realizing what was going on, the anthropologist set him straight. "Come get your test, Mr. Kempl. It's not Ms. Warren's job to wait on you. You have two hours and 46 minutes to finish it."

Annoyed, he got up and snatched the test from Jessica's hand. As he stormed back to his seat, he was shamed further.

"Be quiet please, Mr. Kempl. Other students are taking the exam besides you." Brennan said.

Jessica, who had finished sending a text to Aubrey, bit her lip to keep from laughing. "I think someone is having some issues today." She whispered to her mentor.

"It seems so, Ms. Warren." Brennan replied with a smirk before the ladies observed the students taking the exam.

That night, Brennan and Booth were at home when her cell rang. Seeing who the caller was, the anthropologist answered. "Good evening, Ms. Warren. I'm assuming you're calling about the exams?"

Booth watched as his wife nodded. "Yes…good…what about…of course. I'm not surprised…no, that's fine. You've been my teaching assistant for two other classes now and you know my standards. I will look them over though tomorrow at the lab. Yes…good night Ms. Warren."

"What did your squintern have to say?"

"Mr. Kempl got 46 out of 125 on the exam, the lowest of the class. She went over his answers three times."

"Let's see how the little shit spins this one, Bones."

"How does one spin a test, Booth? I—oh, you mean how will he explain his poor score."

"Yes, Bones." Booth said with a smile before turning off the television. "Now, no more talk of tests and summer school."

Brennan knew the look on her husband's face. "What did you have in mind, Booth?"

"Well, the kids are in bed…what about Page 92?"

The anthropologist thought for a minute and smiled. "I did buy some new rabbit ears for you."

"Well then, we should try them out." Booth said as he held out his hand.

"Yes, we should." Brennan replied as she took it.

After Thursday's class, Brennan reviewed the exams in her Jeffersonian office and judged Jessica's grading satisfactory. After instructing the redhead to use her office scanner to scan copies of the exams, she sent each student a copy of their graded exam while keeping the originals for herself.

Three hours later, the women were finishing up their weekly meeting about Jessica's dissertation when the anthropologist's phone rang. Seeing it was from university, she answered. "Doctor Brennan…hello Doctor Goodman…a meeting tomorrow?"

The anthropologist looked through her calendar on the computer. "I can do 11:00 tomorrow…perfect…see you then." Brennan hung up the phone and smiled before turning to her intern.

"Doctor B, you look very happy right now."

"I am, Ms. Warren. That was Doctor Goodman requesting a meeting tomorrow morning. I have an idea of what it's about, so I need to be prepared. I know this is your free week from the lab, but if you are available would you accompany me to the meeting?"

"Sure, Doctor B. I'm not on call for the lab this weekend so I can work on my dissertation Saturday before I go out with Aubrey." Jessica replied before smiling. "He's taking me to the Blue Duck Tavern for dinner and then a play at the Round House."

"Good." Brennan said. "Now, our meeting is concluded so I will meet you here at 10:30 AM tomorrow. Good day Ms. Warren."

"Good Day, Doctor B." Jessica said before her advisor got up and left her office to go back to Bone Storage.

After Brennan, accompanied by Jessica finished her 11:00 meeting with Doctor Goodman, the anthropologist and intern met their significant others for lunch at the diner. When done, the women returned to campus early for the other meeting scheduled at 3:00 PM.

At 3:05, Donald Kempl came into the lobby with a smile on his face. As the student sat down, Brennan turned to her intern. "Ready for our next plan, Ms. Warren?"

"Ready, Doctor B." Jessica replied before the door opened and Doctor Goodman called her back into his office.

When the forensic anthropologist shut the door behind her, Donald sat for the next ten minutes with an air of confidence. However, each glance across the room at the redhead staring at him with a shit eating grin on her face made a crack in his veneer. Finally, he had enough.

"Why the hell are you smiling at me?"

Jessica merely smiled brighter. "Just enjoying your arrogance before your goose gets cooked by Doctor B."

"Might want to rethink that, Red."

Before Jessica could respond, the door opened and Brennan peeked out. "Ms. Warren, could you bring in the items I requested?"

The intern smiled as she grabbed her laptop case and entered the office before shutting the door. Donald sat outside relaxed but the longer all three were in the office, his confidence started to erode. Surely, what he showed the head of the department was enough to ruin Temperance Brennan's career at American University.

Suddenly, the door opened and Doctor Goodman stepped out. "Mr. Kempl, please come in."

The student came in, confident that the anthropologist was going to get what was coming to her. "Doctor Goodman, I just want to say thank you for taking my concerns seriously. I don't want to have Doctor Brennan terminated because she is the best in the world."

The tall man looked at the student as he sat down. "Sexual harassment, assault, and grade tampering are grounds for immediate termination, though, young man, no matter who the professor is. Now, I've discussed your accusations with the doctor here."

Goodman pushed a digital recorder and gave information on the day, time, and synopsis of the meeting. "Now, I will go through these charges one by one."

Donald looked over to the women, expecting to see panic and fear. Instead, he saw the doctor and her redheaded assistant drinking from travel cups and looking relaxed. It was the two pairs of eyes boring into him like a drill that gave him a chill, however. Shaking it off, he made himself relax.

"Charge one, Mr. Kempl states that Doctor Brennan has repeatedly harassed him and singled him out in class."

"Charge two, Mr. Kempl states that Doctor Brennan made a sexual advance to him July 19, 2016 after a Supplemental Instruction session that she conducted instead of her teaching assistant, Ms. Jessica Warren. After Student Kempl turned down Doctor Brennan's request, he alleges that she grabbed his wrist and slammed it into a table, fracturing it, followed by shoving his head down and holding it there forcefully by the neck, causing neck injuries."

The Jeffersonian's former lab manager cleared his throat for a minute before looking over at the two women. Turning back he continued. "After he repeated requested for her to let him go, she did with the warning that she would get revenge on him for rejecting her sexual advances."

The older man flipped the page. "Which brings up to Charge # 3. Mr. Kempl charges that as part of her retaliation, Doctor Brennan changed answers on his test before being graded and scanned into the system instead of letting him see his actual exam. This alteration of the exam in question resulted in a grade of 38%, which will make his average in the class at a D, affecting his threshold average for graduate school."

Goodman put the paper down. "Mr. Kempl, these are serious charges. Do you wish to go forward with them?"

Donald grinned. "Yes sir, I do."

The head of the department nodded before turning to Jessica. "Very well. Ms. Warren could you start the video you showed me before we asked this young man to enter the room?"

"Yes, Doctor Goodman." Jessica said, keeping her smile in check.

The redhead got up and walked over to the other side of the desk where she got her laptop and Goodman's out of sleep mode. After she unlocked her computer, Goodman did the same with his.

When the video started, Donald's jaw dropped as he realized why the wait was so long.

"This Mr. Kempl is a compilation of videos taken with every class session this summer. I've also viewed the originals that this young lady was nice enough to provide for me. We've also viewed them on my laptop to ensure there was no tampering of the images. I'm going to need your assistance to find where you were harassed by the professor here."

Feeling nauseated, Donald kept his face frozen as the archaeologist motioned him to come closer. "Now, fast forward though these videos and find me where you were harassed by Doctor Brennan, please?"

"O-of course, sir." Donald said. When Jessica tried to direct him politely, he bit back. "Get away from me, Red. I don't need direction from a stupid woman."

"That's enough, Mr. Kempl. Jessica Warren is not only a fellow student here, but one of my students from two previous classes. Man or woman, you will show respect. Now apologize immediately."

Holding back his sneer, Kempl turned to Jessica. "My apologies, Ms. Warren."

Jessica nodded. "It's okay, Mr. Kempl. Everyone has a bad day sometimes."

Sitting on the couch, Brennan held back a chuckle at her intern's answer. She eagerly anticipated when the video she was looking forward to would be shown. She remembered what her husband said when she showed it to him that night after he finally calmed down.

"Bones, I want to wring that little shit's neck, but knowing you will kick his ass is so hot!"

She was knocked out of her reverie when Jessica sat back down next to her. "Doctor B, this is going to be awesome. If I've never told you before I'm telling you know. You're soooooo my hero."

"I would assume so, but thank you anyway for the compliment."

At the laptop, Donald would pull moments to back up his claims. When the last class, including the test session was concluded, Goodman moved back to his laptop where he clicked on something else.

"These are all the SI sessions conducted by Ms. Warren for this class. Now, I've watched all of these already and I've noticed you have not attended any, young man. Ms. Warren was an SI instructor for one of my classes along with another of my former students, Wendell Bray. Both were professional and their knowledge from interning under Temperance Brennan helped many students."

The archeologist fast forwarded for five minutes. "However, you did attend the last one, as already stipulated. As I noticed already, you came in with an attitude. It was these few moments that I found really interesting."

He stopped at where the class ended and Kempl started talking to Brennan. Brennan and Jessica smiled as the student started to sweat as he watched the footage of him making repeated passes at his professor, followed by Brennan pinning him down.

"See! See! See what she did to me?" Donald said in desperation. "She fractured my wrist and sprained my neck."

Goodman only looked at him. "What I see is while pushing the envelope on self-defense, your professor only touched you when you grabbed her arm. That in itself in Washington DC proper and on campus is considered simple assault because Doctor Brennan had considerable reason to believe that you were trying to intimidate or assault her."

"But…but…"

"Now, your third charge, test tampering." Goodman stated as he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pile of papers Kempl recognized as the test taken last week. "I've consulted a forensic anthropologist on Skype we both know based in Montreal who approved of 100 percent of these answers. I've personally inspected these tests as well as asked the FBI to examine your test with an alternative light source. Their conclusion was there was no evidence of tampering with your test."

"You got the FBI to check the tests?" Jessica whispered.

"That was Aubrey's idea actually." Brennan said. "A very good one, it seems."

"Of course, Aubrey is very smart." The redhead responded with pride.

When the conversation ended, the women noticed Goodman staring down the student. "In conclusion young man, you falsified all charges."

"Why the hell would I do something stupid like that?"

"Because you are Paul Walker's nephew." Brennan revealed. "The man I punched at FBI headquarters and was disciplined for two months ago for telling my husband to put a muzzle on me because he didn't like the fact I wouldn't defer to his Neanderthal tendencies."

Kempl's eyes got large as everything unraveled. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Brennan stood up. "I recognized you from the exaggerated zygomatics and bone structure from our first meeting. My husband and Agent Aubrey did a background check on you which confirmed that you are Mr. Walker's nephew from his sister, hence the different last name."

"So what?" Kempl said in desperation.

"Well, your uncle was forced to resign as head of Misogynist Central…excuse me, Men Now." Jessica retorted. "As the co-founder of the group, that must have really sucked."

"He temporarily stepped down because of some family issues." Kempl shot back. "The board wanted him to have the space to deal with his personal life."

Brennan crossed her arms. "Family issues…does that include your Aunt Karen filing for divorce a month ago for assaulting her at their home?"

"My Aunt Karen is currently confused. She loves my uncle and will come back to him when she gets her head on straight."

The forensic anthropologist just smiled. "My husband and his partner Special Agent Aubrey questioned some of the board members. Each said that after I punched him and it became public, members started sending in letters resigning their memberships due to 'lack of true leadership', but the board gave him another chance. However, after he punched your Aunt Karen and she filed charges, the board members were fed up. It's nice to know that some misogynists have lines they will not cross."

"Those assholes don't know the true meaning of men's rights!" Kempl yelled. "You humiliated him and made my Aunt Karen leave him!"

"Actually, Don, I think it was your aunt kissing your uncle's fist when she refused to shut up when he yelled at her to 'put a muzzle on it.'" Jessica said. "If a man ever told me that, he wouldn't be standing. However, my boyfriend is secure in his manhood and would never do that."

"Nor would my husband."

"Neither would I." Goodman said before turning to the student. "Mr. Kempl, I am disgusted by your uncle's organization but they have a right to meet and speak. Your attitude just now and the way you have conducted yourself in Doctor Brennan's class is just shameful and abhorrent."

Goodman turned to his former employee and colleague. "Doctor Brennan, would you like to file charges of assault against this student?"

"Yes, Doctor Goodman, I would."

Goodman pushed a button. "Mildred, please let the officers in."

A second later, two campus police officers walked in and were about to arrest him when Goodman held his hand up.

"May I have a moment, please?"

When the officers nodded, the department head pulled a folder out of his desk and opened it. "This is the report I had to file on your charges. I will be putting my conclusions in that there is no evidence of misconduct on Doctor Brennan's part. Furthermore, I will be including the recording of this session when I discuss this with your advisor and the Dean of Students. I will also put in a recommendation that you be expelled from this institution. Your conduct flies in the face of what we stand for here at American University."

"You won't get away with this! My father—"

"Is Maxwell Kempl, the high-powered corporate lobbyist and also on the Board of Regents. However, I don't think he'll get far with the other members after they hear all this." Goodman retorted before turning to the campus police officers. "Please take this man away."

When the men were gone, Goodman turned to the two women. "Doctor Brennan, I apologize profusely for all this."

"Doctor Goodman, it's not your fault. Thank you for your diligence in this matter."

"You're welcome, but I feel at fault here. You teaching this summer class was a favor to me—"

"No, Donald Kempl was at fault for attempting revenge for his perceived notion of fault for his uncle's actions as my doing. Now, I'm going to make a report for last week at the campus police station and then go see my husband at the FBI."

"Well then, I'll let you go. I'll see you Monday, Temperance at the department meeting."

"Yes. Good day." Brennan said as she walked out, followed by Jessica.

"So, will things get back to normal now for you Bones?" Booth said as they shared drinks while sitting by the fire.

"I should say so, Booth." Brennan said. "I find myself feeling particularly satisfied to have metaphorically punched another misogynist in the face."

"I'm glad, Bones. I wish you would have let me use him for target practice."

'No, Booth." Brennan said with a laugh. "You've sworn to uphold the law. I think Mr. Kempl losing his academic standing and being expelled from American University should send a message to other people out there."

"Yeah…don't fuck with Bones." Booth said with a chuckle.

Brennan took another drink of her Merlot and set it down. "Booth…"

"Yes…"

"I think I would like to relax in the tub…with my husband."

Booth giggled like a little kid. "Yes, ma'am."

"But no beer hat."

"Awwwww….fine." Booth said as he set his Scotch down while Brennan had her back to him. "But can we—"

Brennan smiled as she faced her husband with her blouse unbuttoned to reveal a royal blue lace bra that accentuated her breasts. "I'll be in the tub, Booth."

His wife took two steps away when the agent got up and followed her. "Wait for me, Bones!"

Aubrey had the movie loaded in the Blu Ray player. On the coffee table was a platter with a few crackers, cheese, and summer sausage. In a bowl a few Doritos chips remained.

"Jess…hurry up. Something, Something Dark Side is loaded and ready to go."

"I don't think I want to finish our Family Guy Star Wars marathon, Aubrey." Jessica said from the back of the apartment.

"What?" Aubrey said before setting the remote down. Grabbing the last of the Doritos, he walked towards the back. "We've been planning this all week, Jess."

"I know, Aubrey, but I think I'm in the mood for something different."

The agent got outside his bedroom door. "What could be better than Star Wars?" He asked before shoving the chips in his mouth.

The door opened to reveal Jessica in a white lab coat wearing nothing more than a black lace bra and matching panties along with black stiletto heels. Aubrey stared for a moment before the chips he started to chew spilled out when his mouth dropped in shock.

"I think…I need to work on some dissertation research and I could use some help. Could you help me?"

Aubrey felt himself get hard immediately and pulled his t-shirt off before tossing it on the floor. Walking in the door, he immediately slammed it shut.

"Of course, Jessica. I'm an FBI agent sworn in my duty to help all Americans."