Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

Okay so here's the third in the Snake Bite series. If you're just finding this story line then you should probably read, Lock Down at the Lab then Teaching the Agents to Squint. Otherwise the first few paragraphs here will make no sense. Anywho, I am working on the sequel to Murder in Maluku. It is no where near done, I spent a few days drawing pictures for my plot line. It doesn't run in a straight line ;-).

Mendenbar: Thank you Thank you Thank you! She has done an absolutely awesome job of betaing and teaching me about commas!

7-20-11 Repost of the proper version

Chapter 1

Brennan wrapped her arms more snugly around Booth's waist and scooted forward onto the bike. She pressed herself against his back. Before starting the bike, he glanced over his shoulder and growled,

"If you keep that up Bones, I will not be presentable when we reach the crime scene." She laughed and told him,

"If you want to get there in half an hour you better get started." Rolling his eyes he started the bike and took the familiar exit into Washington D.C., proper. Thirty minutes later found them rumbling up to the docks. The work around the crime scene came to a complete halt as they rode up.

"I'm sorry you two. This is a crime scene-" the police officer stopped abruptly recognizing the two on the bike. He grinned and walked closer as Brennan got off first.

"Nice bike Agent Booth," the cop complemented Booth.

"Thank you," Brennan replied from the other side where she was digging her messenger bag from her back pack. Finding it she stood up and drug a brush through her hair, pulling it up in a pony tail then, wrapping the handkerchief back around her head, she looked at the officer,

"Where are the remains?"

"Right this way Dr. Brennan." The cop walked off with Brennan following.

Booth got off the bike shaking his head. He frowned when he heard cat calls and whistling coming from the techs as Brennan approached the scene. Pulling off his chaps he dug around in the back pack and pulled out his holster, gun and badge. He shrugged into his holster and put his gun in. Approaching the scene he saw Wendell and Brennan staring up into the sky. Looking up he saw three bodies hanging from a crane. The surrounding spot lights seem to be putting them on display.

He sighed and turned to the officer,

"How long til we can get them down?"

"Crane operator should be here in ten minutes or so." Booth nodded and heard a yell coming from where Brennan was standing.

"Get that technician away from there. What is she doing? She is compromising evidence," Brennan yelled. Booth sighed and walked over to her and looked in the direction of the junior technician.

"Marcus!" Booth bellowed looking around for the head technician. Marcus walked over towards Booth with a smirk.

"Yes, Agent Booth?"

"What the hell is that rookie doing? It is going to take us forever to fix this. Hodgins is going to have a fit," Booth growled.

"Sorry Booth we've been working with her on that," Marcus apologized.

The rookie bounced over to Brennan with a perky smile on her face.

"Excuse me Miss, but the general public is not allowed on Federal crime scenes," she chirped out eying Brennan's shirt and chaps.

Brennan narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Bones, she's a rookie she didn't know," Booth tried to soothe her.

The rookie turned to look at Booth while he was speaking. Her eyes widened and she bounced towards him with a predatory look in her eye. Brennan's hands began to itch with the need to snatch the young woman's hair and she was not happy with this particular feeling.

"And who might you be, sir?"

"Special Agent Booth," Booth replied flipping out his badge, "and the lady that you just called Miss would be my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian." The rookie walked up and brushed up against him.

"Well Special Agent Booth, I'm Tamara Cassidy and I love a man with a motorcycle," she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. Unwrapping her arms from around his neck, he took a step back.

"The bike belongs to my partner and girlfriend, Bones, so please keep your hands to yourself, Junior Technician Cassidy," he said bluntly already tired of this rookie.

"It is the FBI version of Ms. Wick," Brennan mumbled towards Wendell who barked out a laugh then gasped.

"Umm Dr. Brennan there are a bunch of people over near your bike," he choked out. Brennan turned around and sighed.

"Urgggghhhhh, can you please get AWAY from my bike," she barked out and watched as the techs jumped away from her bike. Booth snickered at their reaction.

"Dr. B I have to tell you, leather is hot on you," James grinned out from behind Booth.

Booth turned to look at the man who had been in the army with him. He ducked behind Booth trying to hide from her. She rolled her eyes then stalked to the bike and pulled off her chaps. Stalking to the Jeffersonian van that had just pulled up, she snatched out a pair of overalls from the rear storage area. Stepping up into the van she shrugged out of the extra clothing for the ride and stepped into her overalls.

"I want distance shots and shots in the direction of the spot lights please," she called out to Wendell as she climbed from the van zipping up her overalls. Wendell nodded and grabbed a camera. She stood next to Booth staring up at the remains hanging from the cable.

"There is.. the remains are hanging oddly," she said squinting.

Going back to the van she dug around and pulled out a pair of binoculars. Pointing them towards the cables she looked at the remains.

"What are you seeing Bones?"

"Theoretically they are dancers however I can not confirm until I examine them," she told him.

"How the hell can she tell that from here?" James asked in complete confusion. Wendell walked over and Brennan handed him the binoculars. He peered at the remains and whistled.

"Yep ballet dancers in all probability. A plie, a en pointe and a turnout," Wendell confirmed.

Booth and James turned to look at Wendell, with quirked brows, who shrugged.

"When learning about osteological damage, sports damage is covered and those poses can cause the same damage as some sports. That damage can be permanent," he explained.

He stood back and zoomed the camera in to get a shot of the poses. Booth nodded and jotted it down in his note book while James snickered. Wendell flipped him the bird and walked over to where they were waiting for the crane to begin lowering the remains.

"Booth we're going to need the wire rope and hook," Brennan called out.

"I'll take care of it Bones, you want it sent to the lab?"

"Yes please," she answered.

The remains were gently lowered to the ground one by one. Wendell began to photograph them. Brennan laid the remains out to begin her examination. Flesh clung in chunks on the remains. The eyes were missing but large patches of hair still clung to the back of the skull. The faces were smashed in and unrecognizable. Pulling her recorder she began with the first set of remains.

"Bottom most victim on the line: Male, age 18-23, Height 5'9", weight estimate 185lbs mostly muscle, severe facial damage, blunt force trauma to phalanges, metacarpal bones, as well as the cuneiform and cuboid bones. Remodeled damage to the patella, tibia and fibula."

Looking over at Booth who nodded, she scanned the bones. She stopped abruptly and looked up at Booth with the look. His jaw clenched and James looked between the two in confusion. Wendell seeing the look on Booth's face crouched down next to Brennan and let out a groan.

"Could someone please explain what in the hell is going on here?" James barked out.

Brennan took a deep breath and spoke into her recorder watching Booth from the corner of her eye,

"Second victim on the cable: Female, age 14-17, Height 5'5", weight 95 lbs again mostly muscle, severe facial damage resulting from blunt force trauma, blunt force trauma resulting in severe greenstick fractures on the phalanges, metacarpal bones, capitate, trapezium, trapezoid, hamate bones."

She stopped and James' face went pale when he heard the age.

Standing up Brennan moved to the last set of remains,

"Top victim on the cable, Female, age 17-19, height 5'9", weight 111lbs, severe facial damage resulting from blunt force trauma, massive breaking on phalanges, talus will need to be reconstructed." Brennan stopped and looked up to Booth.

"Jeez Booth, I've never seen anything like this. I mean Wendell could tell me a lot but..." James voice dwindled.

"It's why she's the best, James," Booth sighed out. Booth let out a loud whistle catching the techs attention.

"Send it to the Jeffersonian guys and keep Junior Technician Cassidy away from the evidence," he told them. Brennan stood up and unzipped her jump suit. She then pulled it off and James whistled at the tattoo on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a tattoo person, Dr. B" he said with a grin.

Brennan's face paled and Booth reached forward and pulled her against his chest. James watched in confusion as the normally strong Brennan sank into Booth's arms.

"Later," Booth mouthed and James nodded.

"Come on Bones, let's go home," Booth coaxed.

"I have remains to examine," she replied, her voice muffled by Booth's chest.

Booth laughed and pulled the shirt Wendell handed him over her arms. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards the bike.

"The remains will take a few hours to get to the lab. We can go to your place take a nap, get something to eat and go back if that's what you want," he offered in compromise.

She let out a sigh and nodded.

"First I need to stop by my office and pick up some files okay?" Booth waited for Brennan's answer.

She nodded again and waited for him to get on the bike. Putting her messenger bag in the back pack and pulling out her jacket she put it on. Sliding on behind him she wrapped her arms around his waist and settled her face against his back. He took off toward the Hoover, worried about her sudden calmness.

He pulled into his parking spot and climbed off. Brennan slid off behind him and followed him into the building. The security guard waved them through with raised eyebrows at their attire. They made their way to the elevator. Stepping into the bullpen, they were greeted by a low whistle. Brennan's eyes narrowed but she didn't stop walking. Until she felt a hand descend on her butt. She spun around with a growl but before she could touch the person who had grabbed her, Booth had him pushed against the wall.

"...doing?" Booth snarled in the young agent's face.

Brennan stood over his shoulder glaring at the agent with her arms across her chest. The agent stuttered incomprehensibly as Booth held him up off the floor.

"She was the one on James' desk top I thought she was..well..." the agent gasped out.

Brennan stalked over to James' desk and moved his mouse. In the center of his screen was a picture of Brennan from the undercover trip to the bar. Growling she sat down and began typing rapidly with interspersed mouse clicks.

"Bones, your not doing anything permanent are you? That is a government computer," Booth asked over his shoulder.

"No Booth," she said her eyes snapping with fire.

The agents who were not new scattered all but running from the bullpen. The rookies stood around watching as Charlie tried to peel the rookie from Booth's grasp.

"Booth put him down, put him down, man," Charlie pleaded pulling on his arms.

"...," Booth snarled shaking the rookie with each word. He dropped the young man and stalked over to James' desk.

"Come on Bones. I need to get those files," he said in a low tone. Booth stalked to his office gently pushing Brennan in front of him.

The young agent's mouth fell open as he watched them walked to Booth's office.

"Oh crap," he gulped.

"Your lucky it was him and not her, if she had gotten her hands on you..." Charlie let his voice trail off.

"If that is Special Agent Booth, who is she? His partner is suppose to be a brainiac of some kind," the agent asked Charlie.

"That is his partner slash girlfriend. Dr. Temperance Brennan. If your smart you'll show her some respect. She's smart, good looking and could kick your butt in no time flat," Charlie offered up before walking away.

When the pair exited Booth's office and made their way to the elevator the young agent stepped up to apologize.

"Agent...you know what? I don't care what your name is. Nor do I care what you have to say. Get out of my way," Brennan said pushing past the agent and getting on the elevator.

Booth followed her onto the elevator tapping the file on his leg. Brennan took the file from his hand and put her hand in his. He gently squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile. Reaching the bike she slid the files in the backpack and shrugged it over her shoulders.

"So what did you do to James computer Bones?"

A/N So what did she do to his computer? Find out tomorrow...

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