Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Bones...unfortunately.

Brennan's use of a 'Get out of Jail Free' card doesn't end exactly how she had planned.

The Flu in Florida.

The hot humid Florida air hit them like a steam train when they stepped out of the airport and Booth immediately removed the suit jacket he wore and slung it over his shoulder. Unlike his partner who had dressed appropriately for the hot weather in a simple pair of khaki capris and red tank top Booth was wearing his standard black suit, a decision he was now regretting.

"Cam said they would have a car waiting for us?" Brennan asked shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked out across the car park.

"She did," Booth said dangling a set of car keys in front of his partner's face.

"Wha-when did you get those?" she asked her brow furrowed in confusion.

"When you spent half an hour in the bathroom making yourself look pretty," Booth said.

"I was not making myself look pretty," Brennan pouted, "I was simply extricating the germs that had settled on my body over the course of the flight. In such confined spaces we are sharing not only a location but also the billions of germ particles that are breathed between people."

"Whatever you say Bones I know you want to impress the Florida squint squad," Booth said waggling his eyebrows and ducking out the way of her hand.

"If I were to impress them it would have nothing to do with how pretty I may look," she said matter of factly.

"Sure," Booth rolled his eyes, "Let's just get to the scene and back as quickly as we can. There's a Rangers game on TV tonight and if I'm lucky my room will get cable."

"I am fairly certain mine does," she said, "Seventy-seven channels."

"Are you inviting me to your room to watch the game?"

"No I was simply stating a fact," she replied.

"Come on Bones it's the Rangers," he said excitedly.

"I don't know what that means."

"You know the Rangers...hockey...never mind let's just get to the car and get this show on the road," he said grabbing their bags.

"What show?" she asked hurrying after him.

Their car was a standard issue black SUV which Booth looked over appreciatively. It gave the impression of power but would also allow them to manoeuvre through the streets without drawing too much attention to themselves. He liked to maintain a little bit of anonymity because in his line of work you it was safer sometimes to remain unseen.

The FBI agent winced as he lifted their suitcases from the ground and into the trunk hoping that his partner would miss his little slip. She however was as about as observant as they came and her sharp blue eyes quickly turned themselves to look seriously at his face.

"I'm driving," she said holding out her hand for the keys.

"You are definitely not driving," he said moving the keys away from her outstretched hands.

"Booth your arm is still bothering you and I would much prefer to get to the crime scene in one piece and not perish in a horrible car crash."

"My arm is not bothering me," he winced defensively flexing the tense muscles of his left arm.

"It is, you make an unpleasant face every time you use the biceps in your left arm," she said poking him in the offending area for emphasis.

"Hey! Cut it out," he yelped.

"See," she smiled smugly reaching for the keys again.

"How come Cam didn't force you to get your flu shot like the rest of us?" he asked still holding the keys just out of her reach.

"I don't get sick," she said simply, "And I used a Monopoly card."

"You took a chance?"

"No, Cam referred to it as an escaping incarceration free of charge."

"Get out of jail free?"

"Yes, I have three to use a week where I am not required to follow a direct order she has given."

"I used to sleep with her and I never got a get out of jail free card," he muttered bitterly under his breath.

"Booth are we going to stand here arguing all day or are you going to give me the keys so we can get to the crime scene safely?"

"I'm a very safe driver besides it's a fact that men are safer drivers than women," he said knowing instantly he had made a mistake. It was never wise to state a fact around Temperance Brennan.

"Statistically men are sixty-five percent more likely to be involved in a car accident than women," she said snatching the keys from him in a moment of distraction and hurrying triumphantly to the driver's seat before he had a chance to intercept her.

"Just don't wreck it or Cam will have our heads," he grumbled rubbing his arm as he hopped into the passenger's seat.

"Have our heads how?" she asked starting the engine.

"It's a saying Bones," he said exasperatedly, "It means she will get angry at us."

"Well why didn't you just say so?"

"I did...let's just go okay. The sooner we go the sooner I can watch the game."

Booth often found himself watching her as she examined a body. He admired the way her focus could narrow so completely that she became unaware of the world around her. Ignoring the ways the Florida officers gazed appreciatively at her form as she bent to examine the decomposed remains they had discovered. Booth could appreciate her form but he gazed upon her for a completely different reason. He was so totally taken in by the way her bright blue eyes would transform as the situation around her changed. They were always bright and inquisitive but when she was staring at a body they seemed to glow as her mind worked to formulate what had gone on. It hadn't escaped his notice how her eyes would glitter when the two of them verbally sparred and it was one of the reasons he loved infuriating her so much as it allowed him the opportunity to see the fire that danced beneath her normally calculated exterior.

"What've we got Bones?" he asked grimacing as sweat stuck his white business shirt to his back.

"Female, mid to late thirties," she called back her gloved hands running over the victim's body.

"We already established that," one of the police told him.

"Great so why are we here then?" he sighed.

"We're pretty sure that she's the Senator's wife," the police man told him, "The Senator requested Dr. Brennan so that we could be absolutely sure."

"So what's the deal Bones? We gonna have all this shipped back to the Jeffersonian?"

"The ID should be simple," she said looking back up at him, "The Senator's wife had a fairly distinctive deformity to her right femur which should be apparent once the flesh is removed."

"Got bitten by a bear and the bone was replaced with a titanium rod," the nearest policeman whispered in Booth's ear.

Booth whistled as he leaned closer to the victim hoping to catch a glimpse of the aforementioned limb. A leg bone entirely composed of titanium wasn't something they saw every day, at least not in an actual human being.

"I assume there is a facility nearby which the remains can be moved to that would adequately suit my needs?" Brennan asked.

"Of course Dr. Brennan," the sheriff nodded, "The Senator has a lab set up especially for your investigation. He spared no expense."

"Get the bones there and Booth and I will continue our work tomorrow," she said standing abruptly and starting their walk back to the car.

"Wait Bones," the FBI agent called hurrying after her, "Why tomorrow? If it's an easy ID why don't we just go now and we can go home?"

"I'm hot," she stated making him raise his eyebrows, "It seems this temperature has made me feel uncomfortable and I would very much like to be in the confines of my air conditioned hotel room as soon as possible."

"Right," he nodded, "But don't you think murder sort of outweighs your need for getting cool?"

"She wasn't murdered Booth," Brennan said unlocking the car and hopping into the driver's seat, "The angles of the lacerations in her arms suggest suicide."

"Again I ask why we were called here. I'm FBI I deal with murder," Booth all but pouted as he stared out the window.

"It seems my impressive record makes me a desired choice for those in power," she shrugged.

"These remains had flesh on them, that's how you could see the lacerations and not the steel bone," Booth said looking over at his partner, "Why didn't you get all angry about all the skin like you usually do?"

"I find it refreshing to not be predictable," Brennan said, "And rationally the longer I argued about there being flesh on the bones the longer we would have been out in the heat which was causing me discomfort. Besides don't you have a game you want to watch?"

"Is that your way of asking me over to watch the game in your hotel room?" Booth asked excitedly, "It is isn't it!"

"Your excitement over this game is completely irrational."