What Happens Here...

By InuYashaBaby1

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. There, I said it.

AN: Hola, this is my new story! I guess this is sorta... A little thing I don't expect a lot of input on. BTW... I doubt any of this happened. If it did, in the FBI, they would probably both lose their jobs. That's okay, because I have poetic license! YES! Also-whenever it says, Jessie- it's third person. But most of it is in Bones POV

Chapter 1: Mrs. Booth

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Las Vegas

My head ached. As I sat up in my hotel room, I recognized this type of headache from my early college days-hangover. I groaned and sat up in bed, only to reveal I wasn't wearing anything. I let my head hit my pillow again, and tried to remember what had gone on. Booth and I had come to Las Vegas to investigate the death of a woman found hanging in her hotel room, she was already bone after only two days, which we attributed it her pet dog who was left to starve. I identified the murder weapon quickly- a hanger was unwound and stabbed through her neck. There were finger prints left on it, and the murder all together was very sloppy and a very easy case. It was the boyfriend. Then-what happened next was a bit of a blur. Booth and I had decided to go out drinking, and I think we had a little too much to drink. Ugh. Apple Martinis- after that, nothing. I put my hand to my head only to see a small gold band around my ring finger. I stared at the diamonds, sparkling in the sunlight streaming through the crack in the curtains. It was beautiful-until I realized what it was.- An anthropological symbol... of marriage. I immediately tensed up... Anybody could be laying next me. I turned my head quietly, as not to wake them. At least I knew Martial Arts-but oh, my head! I screamed. Lying next to me, in utter bliss, was my partner Seely Booth, with a similar band around his ring finger. He sat up when he heard me cry out.

"Ugh, my head." He mumbled, rubbing his forehead in disparity. I sat up too, pulling the sheet up with me.

"Booth..." I started, but I couldn't finish. How was I supposed to say something like this? Hey Booth, now we're partners in more than one way! I don't think so.

"What?" He opened his eyes. "Oh my god... we slept together." He was in shock. "I'm so gonna get hell from my superiors."

"It's more than that, Seely." I said holding up my hand, and wiggling my ring finger. He yelled out. Ouch. "Not so loud! I'm hung-over."

"How can you be so calm? We're married!" He snapped back.

"These things are easily fixed." I sighed. Booth was a Christian, and a strong believer in "god" and the sanctity of marriage.

"Easily Fixed?!?!" He groaned. "Marriage is not easily fixed!"

"It's called an annulment , Booth." I sighed again, looking around the floor for remnants of my clothes or his.

"An annulment..." He mulled that over, while making the sign of the cross over his body. "Jesus, Bones." He started laughing.

"What?" I hissed. He put his hand on my shoulder, while covering his mouth with the other hand.

"Nothing-Mrs. Booth" I pushed his hand away. He was too drunk to think, I supposed. Like that Christmas a couple of years ago.

"No-I would have kept my last name." I shot back.

"You wanna bet-honey?" He laughed. I stood up brining the sheet with me. I turned to look for a marriage license.

"Well, just because we got matching rings doesn't mean that we're married." I tried to convince myself, pulling the ring off. I held my breath, noticing there was an inscription. 'Partners for Life-Seely & Temperance'. "Where did we have the time or brain to get the inscription?"

"They usually do them for you. It's only like... 50 extra." He called from behind me. "I found the license." I turned to see a smug smile. "Mrs. Booth."

"Don't be so happy about this, Booth."

"Is it such a crime to see the humor in this?"

"Yes." I accused.

"Fine," He stuck his tongue out.

"Where's town hall?"

"Dunno."

"That's just great." I ran my fingers through my knotted hair. Booth's cell phone rang.

"Booth." He answered. "Oh, hey Sweets-yeah, we're just about to- no nothing is up with us." He said. "I do not have a tone." I made a gesture for him to hang up the phone. "No, I have to go. Bye, Sweets."

"Should we tell anyone?" I asked, staring blankly at my partner.

"No."

"Why not?" I sneered. "You were so happy about it earlier!"

"Happy is the wrong word, Bones. I laughed, and now I don't find it funny." He jumped when the alarm went off: 7:30.

"Our flight is in an hour." I explained. "We don't have time to worry about an annulment here. We'll do it in DC." I finally decided. "Let's get packing!"

"Wait-is this your room or mine..." Booth asked. " I don't remember."

"Check the drawers."

"I don't pack my things in the drawers." He said. "That's so weird."

"If it's so weird, why do they give you a drawer?"

"For decoration, I guess Bones. I'm so hung over-I can't think."

"If this is my room, I have Advil in my medicine cabinet." I walked towards the drawer, opening it. To my relief, a group of clothes lay placidly on top of one another. "It's mine." I smiled. I placed the ring on the table.

"Are you going to leave that there?" He whined.

"Why not?" I complained. "We're partners Booth, but we shouldn't be partners that way. I don't want it."

"Tough." He said, crossing his arms. "That thing is real gold." I grabbed it back, and tossed it to him.

"Well," I said, crossing my own arms. "I probably paid for them, so 'tough' yourself."

"No, I paid." He countered, holding up a thin piece of paper that appeared to be a receipt.

"Booth, would you get some clothes on?" I stuck my tongue out, unwilling to lose this argument.

Marriage was a useless thing. Who needed that kind of bondage? Even Ange and Hodgins decided against it. Why should I be reduced to one partner? I grabbed a red shirt and a pair of jeans, some underwear, and grabbed the rest of my clothes. Placing the days clothes on top of my dresser, I opened my suitcase, and placed all of my junk inside, furious. I heard the door to my room shut quietly. I screamed out. I hadn't gotten drunk, not since-okay, the night Booth 'died'. That wasn't too long ago, only a year. It felt like forever, because now I was... what's the fraise? Screw? I'm not sure, but whatever it was, I sure was it.

The Washington Airport

"Do you have a car?" I asked Booth, as we stepped off the plane.

"Yeah... standard company issue... bullet proof glass, Bones, you've been in it." He said, grabbing my carryon bag from me. I sighed.

"I mean something driving you home." I explained.

"No, remember? I drove us here."

"Oh yes." I smiled dully, out of politeness. "I do remember."

"Let's just go get our bags, and then well be off to the court to get an annulment."Booth grumbled.

"What?" I slapped him on the arm. "Do you want to be married to me?"

"No-no offense-but I really don't want to be." He shrugged. "But, I don't like the thought of being immature enough to marry someone I don't love,"

"Technically, we were both under the influence of a powerful drug. We couldn't have known what we were doing." I rolled my eyes. "Like Angela!"

"So what?" He said, as we approached the luggage dispenser... oh-what was it called? I must be losing my mind... He pulled my worn luggage off, and then his own. He walked away.

"Booth! Give me some of that"

"I got it." He gritted his teeth as we approached the door. An elderly woman at the door walked by us, and smiled.

"Newly weds, huh?" She laughed. I opened my mouth to say no, but realized that the answer was yes.

"Yeah," Booth smiled back at the woman. "It was a long last night in Vegas." We walked away and my phone rang.

"Brennan" I answered. Booth eyed me, a small smirk tracing his lips. "What was I supposed to say, Booth?" I whispered, covering the receiving end of the phone with my hand.

"Hey, Sweetie!" Angela's voice wrung through my ear drums violently.

"Hey, Ange," I replied.

"So-how was Vegas?"

"Fine."

" Was it just fine?"

"Yes- it was the same as last time."

"Really? Because this morning I turn on my cell phone to see a text from your cell phone," I gulped. "Do you want to know what it says?"

"Yes..."

"Angie-I went and married Booth had the best sex of my life. See you at work. Brennan (Well, now it's Booth, but I didn't want to confuse you). It had a lot of spelling errors, babe. You spelled Brennan wrong."

"Well, I don't remember."

"Why not?"

"I was drunk." I looked at Booth, who was trying to indicate some form of speech by moving his lips. "So was he. We're going to get it annulled."

"Really? Best Sex of your life and your getting it annulled? You could just... try it, Sweetie"

"He's my partner Ange."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Did you tell anyone?"

"Yeah."

"Who?"

"Just Cam, Hodgins, Clark, that Security Guard Outside, and Sweets."

"You're kidding."

"Just Sweets."

"Okay, well that explains why he called."

"Yeah, we'll he's your therapist."

"Angela, you know I don't believe in psychology."

"So, this could be some big development, I dunno." I heard her sigh. "Plus, he was the first person I saw."

"I'll see you in about an hour."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Who did she tell?" Booth asked as he popped open the trunk.

"Sweets."

"Sweets??!?!?!? Of all people, she tells Sweets!" He complained, jamming our luggage into the trunk. "How did Angela find out anyway?"

"Apparently I texted her," He started to say something, when his phone rang.

"Hey-Cam." He answered apprehensively. "Oh-a case? Really? Now? Right now? No, I don't have anything better to do. We'll be right there." He hung up.

"A case, huh?"

"We'll have to be Mr. and Mrs. For a little while longer, Bones." We got into his car. The car started up with a roar.

"Did she tell you anything?" I looked up at him, unsure what to say.

"Yeah-two kids found the body. They tripped over it, the girl fainted, the guy called 911."

"Where was it?"

"Behind a skating park."

"Isn't that town property?"

"Yeah, but Cam thinks it's Michael Harris."

Michael Harris was a missing boy-an assumed runaway. Only PI's were looking for him, no cop involvement. They determined he'd come back. Actually, it was Booth who said that. That was two months ago.

"Ah." I said.

"Ah, is right."

Jessie (Third Person)

Jessie walked quietly along the hallway, counting the scars in the tile. She wasn't paying attention. She fumbled with one of the two lockets around her neck. Sam, a jock, bumped into her. His arm knocked over her messy binder, spilling papers and notebooks all over the place. She was angry for a minute, but calmed down.

"Watch where you're going, freak." Sam's girlfriend Nina hissed, waving her skinny little finger in Jessie's face. Jessie had a few choice words for her, but simply coughed out.

" Sorry-your highness." She sneered. Nina, being as dumb as paste accepted this and moved on.

"What's up with her?" Sam questioned.

"She's such a Mary." Nina said, attaching herself like a leech to Sam's broad arm. Jessie watched as they walked away, realizing how little people knew about her. She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She gently-with very much care-plopped herself down.

"Jessie, Oh Gosh, are you okay?" Her friend Mark called, jogging over in his orange Hollister Polo, which, Jessie couldn't help but thinking looked rather nice on him.

"Yeah, those guys are just jerks." She replied. Mark sat next to her, placing his books beside him. He started to pick up her things. She put her hand on her stomach, swooned, but was okay.

"Totally. I don't get why they pick on the unpopular kids? I mean, what did we ever do to them?" He questioned, placing a rather well drawn doodle and a couple of 100%'s into her Science Folder. He picked up a hardcover copy of a book with it's jacket practically torn in shreds. "How many times have you read this?"

"35." She replied instantly.

"What's the appeal? I mean I don't see it. It's all about that bone lady, right? Kathy Reich?"

"I've told you a thousand times, it's what I want to do with the rest of my life, Mark." She quickly yelled.

"Sorry, Jess." He looked sad, and she quickly took her anger back.

"I am so sorry." She paused "Really I am."

"That's okay. I shouldn't have doubted you." He put his hand on her shoulder, and they stood up together. "You look nice today, Jess." He gestured to her shirt (which probably was meant to be a dress...) and her jeans which were a faded blue. She blushed. They fit loosely on her, and, she supposed they were meant to. Her best friend, Becca, waved and walked over. Her medium length brown hair was tucked in a pony tail, her green eyes glittered. She was short-shortest in their group, at least. She made up with a large personality.

"You two okay? I saw what that jerk-off Sam did." Becca smiled sympathetically.

"Yeah," Jess sighed, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear.

"Did you here they found Mike?" Becca stated matter-of-factly. Jessie's gray-green-blue eyes sparkled for a moment, her mouth parted, she drew in a long breath.

"Is he okay?" Mark asked.

"Well, Fran, you guys know Fran," She was referring to a more popular girl with whom Becca was friends with. "You know, she was out with Colin, and she tripped over him-"

"Tripped?" Jessie's eyes opened.

"Yeah, apparently, it was real gruesome. Stephen King level-she was throwing up for like 5 hours."

"So he's dead."

"Well, duh. He's been gone two months." Jessie started to cry.

"Why are you crying? He was a jerk-none of us liked him." Mark questioned.

Jess looked up at him. He had no idea how far from the truth he actually was. Her head went fuzzy. She had a hard time seeing, she dropped her stuff and she fell over.

"JESS!" Becca yelled.

At the Site

"So, is it him?" Booth asked, leaning over my shoulder.

"Well, I can't say for sure until I get him back to my lab, but I'm pretty sure." I studied the mangled corpse for a moment. The arms, legs and head were separated from the rest of the body.

"Whoever did this must have hated him." Booth inferred.

"Maybe not." I growled. He stood back. He knew how I felt about making assumptions.

"There's a lot of particulates on the clothes," Hodgins said from behind me. He was gazing at a shirt that probably once said 'Boston College Eagles'. "I can't identify what they are."

"Okay-bring this back to the lab." I stood up and wiped off my knees. I pulled off my rubber gloves and started walking towards Booth's car. Then, a new car I didn't recognize pulled up. Sweets got out. His car had been wrecked, I remember, so he had to get a new one. He waved to Booth and I. Booth groaned.

"Hey you two." He said.

"We really don't want to talk to you, Sweets." Booth rolled his eyes.

"I think this is a big breakthrough." He smiled.

"We're going now to get it annulled." I explained. Sweets laughed.

"No-I don't think you should do that. You know that book I'm writing?" Booth and I nodded apprehensively. "Well, there's a whole chapter I'm writing about hidden feelings between partners, and I really think this little incident would be perfect."

"I told you once; we aren't your lab rats."

"I know, I know, but...I'm just taking advantage of your predicament you two got in yourselves. I think you two should explore this. Just try it-for a month or so. Live in the same house. Play the happy married couple. I won't rat you two out. Then, you can just... end it. But, I want to study how you do." I looked at him with disbelieve.

"Okay." Booth said after a long pause.

"Okay?!" I whispered. "You're okay with this?"

"Hey, as long as he doesn't rat me out, I'm happy." Booth defended. "It's not like we have to sleep with each other again, or anything. You can sleep in the guest bedroom at my place."

"Why you're place?"

"I have a house, Bone's-it's just nicer."

"It is not-my apartment is more than satisfactory."

"Does it have a guest bedroom?"

"No."

"Good then, my place it is." Booth said.

"Fine." I huffed, walking angrily over to his car. Sweets smirked.

I swear, I heard Sweets mutter,

"This is gonna be cool."

At The Lab

"So, Bray, what do you think the cause of death was?" I asked my most promising grad student Wendell Bray. I would have called him Wendell, but I don't think he would have liked that.

"Well," He paused for a moment. "It appears as though the victim was not killed before his arms and legs were amputated, and that the death actually occurred when his head was cut off-not in one blow," He sighed.

"Good work." I nodded. "But there is too much flesh left for us to examine what the weapon was yet. Cam!" I called. Cam hopped up on the platform, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Is this that kid?" She questioned.

"Yup." Wendell said.

"He's still sort of-fleshy." I said to Cam. "Why didn't you go to the scene?"

"Too decomposed, I really can't learn anything from what's left-give me a little to do a tox screen. After that, just clean him off." She turned, and picked up the file. She paused, looking up at me. "My niece went to school with him." She shook her head, and walked away.

"What's that?" Wendell questioned, his hand pointed to an object clutched in the boys hand.

"I'm not sure." I said, genuinely surprised. "Good work, yet again." I gently pulled it out and called to Hodgins. He looked up from his computer for a moment. I ushered him over. He walked quickly. I pointed to the object.

"May I?" He asked. I nodded. He reached in very gently and pulled it out. "Looks like cellulous- not regular paper, though-it's got a gloss to it. Probably a photo." I bit my lip. "I'll give it to Ange." He walked away, and I returned to examine the body.

The Photo (Third person)

"Hey, Angela I've got a photo for you to restore." Jack said, as he walked into Angela's office. She was sitting at her desk, lazily drawing a picture. Her head shot up.

"Something interesting." She joked. Standing up, she walked over to her ex.

"Is it that boring with Roxy?" He questioned. Her face went sour.

"It's boring without her" She corrected. "And you don't look too excited yourself."

"He's a kid, Ange-only 18 years old." She shook her head.

"A kid that age hasn't lived yet." She put on a pair of rubber gloves and pulled the tray away. Hodgins sighed, and walked away. Damn it, He thought to himself, I still love her.

Shit, she thought, I still love him.

The Father (Bones POV)

"Common, Bones" Booth said, swiping his card and hopping on the platform.

"Common, what?" I asked, examining the felangies. "There are micro fractures-he put up a fight."

"Michael was a big guy-he could have fought off anyone who came at him." Booth said.

"Clearly, he couldn't." I said quietly.

"Well, drop that hand, we're going to talk to Mike's dad."

"Alright." I put the hand down and pulled my gloves off. I got off the platform.

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Booth knocked gently on the door. A short yell of 'I'm coming' came from behind the door. An older man, maybe 55 or so, opened the door. He hadn't shaved lately, and deep purple circles lay hidden beneath his blue eyes.

"Agent Booth." The man greeted. "I guess you're here to tell me that you have found Mike."

"Yes." I stated.

"Come in." He said, running a hand through his hair. "I knew I was only a matter of time."We came in the house which was a mess and he shut the door behind us.

"We're sorry for your loss." Booth said.

"Yeah-sure," The man cringed. "I bet you don't have a son you've lost."

"No-but I do have a son, and I did lose someone important to me." Booth smiled weakly.

"You better find the son-of-a-bitch who did this to my son, Agent Booth."

"We will." I added. Mr. Harris motioned for us to sit on the couch. We sat next to each other.

"What was Michael like?" Booth probed.

"Mike-well, Mike was the best kid a person could ask for. He was athletic. He was Captain of the Track, Football, and Basketball teams-all Varsity. He had a 3.2 average and a cheerleader Girlfriend. He did charity work and he was in a band." Mr. Harris started to cry.

"Did you know if he had any enemies?"

"I doubt it. He was too nice for that. He had this one girl-Jessie, she was his study partner. She was full on geek, but he was the sweetest to her." He paused, before adding: "Did he suffer?" I started to say an outward yes, but Booth interjected.

"We believe he was drugged-he didn't feel a thing." Booth said. I got up and looked around while Booth continued to ask questions. I looked at the pictures on the wall. Michael was a tall young boy with black hair and blue eyes. He seemed to always be smiling.

"May we see his room?" I questioned. Mr. Harris nodded and pointed up the stairs.

"First door on the left. Haven't touched it."

I proceeded up the stairs, and opened the door. It was painted blue, and there was a double bed in the middle, blankets askew. A red electric guitar sat in the corner. His wallet sat on his large bureau. I picked it up, opened it up, and noticed that it appeared a picture was missing. I touched it gingerly, pulling out my gloves, I put them on. The wallet had blood on it. I put in a baggie. I opened his drawer, and noticed many BC tee shirts. Going threw them, I noticed a box of condoms-opened.

"What you got there, Bones?" Booth questioned.

"Looks like he and his girlfriend were intimate." I sighed. I picked up a photograph on the bureau, and a young girl with blonde curly hair and beautiful eyes, was running threw some tall grass laughing. I turned, and Mr. Harris looked up at me.

"Who's this?"

"That's Jessie. His study partner. They were good friends-he always asked me what I thought of her, but she wasn't good enough for him I think. That's why I liked Nina. Sure, Jess was smart, but Nina was pretty." I eyed him for a moment.

"I don't see any pictures of Nina around. Maybe he was dating Jess." I sighed. Walking towards another frame with Jess and Michael, He was kissing her cheek.

"I doubt it." Mr. Harris scoffed.

"We'll get going, but we may come back to question you later. " Booth said. I nodded, grabbing the pictures and the bag with his wallet.

The Restored Photo

"So, do you think he was seeing this Jessie girl behind his dad's back?" I questioned Booth.

"Naw, I think they were just friend. Guy like Mike, he'll defiantly be under the bleachers with Nina, not hitting the books with what's her face." Booth replied. I stared at the picture for a moment, then set in my desk. Angela walked in. She looked sad.

"What's wrong, Angela?" Booth asked wearily.

"You know that picture we found in his hand?" She looked at me, and I nodded slowly. "Well, I restored it. You better come and have a look." We followed her into her office. She plopped down at her desk and brought a picture to the screen. "Well, it was just a regular picture, but it had writing on it."

"What, like the name and date?" Booth questioned.

"No." She sighed, enlarging the picture. It was that girl Jess again, but this time the picture was in Mike's room in his bed. She was cloaked in his sheet, laughing and doing what appeared to be reaching for the camera. She was wearing nothing under the sheet.

"I told you he was having sex with what's her face." I scoffed.

"Look closer." Angela commanded, pointing at the bottom of the screen. 'I'll get you too, you little whore.' The picture stated plainly.

"Oh, God." Booth said quietly.

"We have to find this Jessie before it's too late." I stated firmly.

"If it's not already too late." Booth mumbled.

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AN: WHOOT! FINISHED! This is going to be a Dramedy, so... it might have its random points, and it might have it's like... sad points. Thank you for reading, please review!