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The computer went off the next morning to an annoying English accent saying.
"You know what I find works with slayers. Killing them."

Rolling his eyes, he wondered which grad student watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He felt her shift and gasp in pain the air mattress had deflated a little and she was jammed almost underneath him.
"Stay still. Let me get up first and then I'll help you get up."

She nodded against his side. He carefully rolled off the mattress and tried to figure out how to get her up best with as little pain as possible. Finally, he just bent over, scooped her up, and stood her up. She gave him a half smile. He groaned in sympathy when he saw the bruise. Catching his finger in the elastic of her pajama pants, he tugged it down to see how far it went.

He groaned again, when he saw it went past her hip. It was black and purple with spots of white dotted throughout, it started under her armpit and traveled all the way down past her hip and wrapped her rib cage from front to back on one side. She gave him another half smiled and picked up her shower items and headed to take a shower. She heard a knock on the door when she was stepping out of the shower.

"Occupied," She said.
"I know Dr. Brennan. I need to see that bruise Booth said it is rather large," Cam said.

She heard a sigh and the door unlocked. Stepping in she found Brennan standing there in her bra and panties. Cam let out a low whistle at the sight of the bruise.
"It looks like a regular bruise but I want to know if it doesn't change color or starts spreading while it's this color okay?"

"Yes I got it," Brennan replied. Cam smiled and left her to get dressed.
"She's fine Booth it's a bruise let it heal," Cam said as she walked by him waiting outside the door.

Having been resigned to desk duty every two hours for an hour was the compromised that was reached. Sitting at her desk, she typed up a proposal for Cullen. Offering several suggestions after finishing the proposal, she signed it and put on the stack of papers to be submitted to Cullen. Booth walked into the office and Brennan looked up at him.

"I just called Cullen to see if he could check on Zachary and Lamare's guns. He told me if they were there they would be here today no later than 2 and its 10 now."
Brennan nodded. Booth sat down at the desk he was using. Angela came in a few minutes practically bouncing. She put the papers on the desk and waited.

Booth looked up, picked up the paper work, and scanned it.
As they were eating lunch, they heard a knock on the door. Booth got up and walked into the lab. He spoke with a delivery person for a few minutes. Signed for a package and dropped it on Hodgins desk.

Walking back into limbo, he told Hodgins,
"Two guns on your desk I need you to process please." Hodgins nodded and finished his lunch quickly.

Two hours later found the evidence processed and in Booth's hands.
"Come on Bones lets round up the crew and get everything together. Not only do we have our suspects but if I'm right you guys have evidence linking them to it."

He walked quickly out the door with Brennan following behind.
"Squint squad lounge now!" Booth bellowed out.

Cam looked at Brennan who just shrugged. They made their way to the lounge. They sat down and Booth looked around rolling his eyes he walked to the edge and looked down at platform.

"Wendell, Clark get up here sheesh I did say squint squad didn't I?" They looked up in surprise and smiled at being included.

Booth turned around looked at everyone sitting there.
"Okay so let s make sure we have all the evidence pointing in the same direction."

"The evidence does not point it just is, Booth," Brennan glared. Booth rolled his eyes.
"I mean that there aren't two different pieces pointing at two different things. Okay," he sighed out. They nodded in understanding.

"So we have two culprits Agent Brown and Agent Braxton. Both have wounds that could only be self-inflicted. Braxton was prescribed ativan. The drivers were shot and the front passenger seats were chloroformed to death. The ativan was distributed through coffee. All of them remember drinking coffee but nothing after that. We have Agent Braxton's fingerprints on Agent Zachary's gun and Agent Brown's on Agent Lamare's gun. Is that everything in the vans at this moment?"

They all nodded although they were processing they knew that currently that was what they had.
"Okay plane crash, we have a forged passenger list. We have Bolivar and Agent Latrell's finger prints and Latrell's DNA on the evidence from the plane."

Everyone nodded.
"Alright shooting in the street," Booth swallowed hard and his eyes shot to Brennan. She gave him a smile and gave him reassurance through her eyes.

"We have Bolivar's prints on the gun, casings, and all of the .338 Lapua Mag bullet striations match the gun? A glock21 was used to shoot Agent Olivas as well as Agent Duff. Each also had a Mag in them? The Mag was killing shot for Olivas and the glock for Duff. Have I missed anything? No good let's go Bones we're off to talk to an Agent at a hotel then we're off to Hoover."

He got up and walked off. She stood up and faced everyone.
"Thanks for everything. I know we're not done but we could not have done this without you."

She turned around and followed him slowly down the steps. Booth headed to Angela's office to make a quick call. Returning to her office, she changed in to a Carolina blue empire waisted tank top the split on both sides under the bust line that ruffled enough that the split was only noticeable when she walked. A black broomstick skirt and wedges that matched her shirt completed the outfit.

Striding across the lab, she met Booth at the door. Nodding they left and headed out for the first interrogation. They spoke with a person who identified himself at homeland security and showed his I.D. He turned over a paper that had the seal of Homeland Security stamp as well as airport security stamp. Since the plane was carrying evidence of a federal investigation, everything and everyone on that plane had to be logged by homeland security.

Thanking him they left and went to the Hoover building, they took the elevator up to Booth's office carrying evidence files. The agents in the bullpen began clapping. Booth and Brennan looked around raising their eyebrows. They were walking towards Booth's office when Agent Brown stopped them.

"Who do you think you are putting me on your questioning list?"
"Booothhh why do we have to go through this every time we come to your office," Brennan whined at him. He smiled at her.

"Because baby I don't work with geniuses here." They heard sniggers erupt around them.
"You aren't so hot stuff without his gun aren't you bitch." She sighed heavily and Booth stepped over to Charlie's desk.

"What are her odds?"
"Not very good we have a bunch of new agents from Quantico and Houston that haven't met Dr. Brennan yet. They are 15 to 1 against."

Whistling low, he let out a chuckle and flipped his poker chip.
"Guaranteed money I can't pass that up," he smirked as he turned over fifty bucks on her.

"That's a lot of cash Booth," Charlie said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah but it's a guaranteed thing," Booth smirked. He turned around when he heard his name called out.

"Booth, you re not gambling are you?"
"Not at all Bones, not at all," he replied with a smile. She glared over at him and he grinned.

"It's only gambling if there's a chance you re going to lose," he said loudly. Rookies hooted in laughter at him, he winked at her.
"Don't hurt yourself Bones. I don't want to have to take you to the hospital okay?"

"I think I can handle this Booth but I love you too," she flashed him a grin and agents whooped. Booth leaned against the cubicle. Brennan turned back to face Agent Brown.
"Agent Brown, I really do not like you so I will ask you politely to move out of my way. I don't want to have to hurt you," Brennan said firmly.

Rookies egged him on from their desks. Cullen came out at all the noise. He walked quietly up and stood next to Booth.
"Is she going to kill him?"

"No sir," Booth said with a smile.
"Is she going to hurt him?"

"If he doesn't step aside or he touches her most definitely," he smirked out.
"Good I hope she breaks something, he's an ass," Cullen muttered and Booth laughed under his breath.

"Bitch what makes you think you have any authority here?" She shot him an icy stare.
"So you plan on taking the less than intelligent route then?"

"What did you just say to me? Did you just call me stupid?" He asked getting in her face. Booth sucked in a breath and said in an audibly low tone,
"I woulllldddnnn'ttt do that if I were you."

"I called you stupid," She gritted out.
Brown glared at him, took a step toward her, and reached out as if he would grab her neck. She grabbed his hand, twisted his wrist, and elbow almost 180 degrees. She swept her feet behind his knees and pulled forward.

As he fell everyone heard his shoulder dislocate and his elbow crunch. He went over backwards screaming in pain. She planted her wedge on his collarbone and ground her foot in at the sound of the crack of the bone she lessened the pressure. Leaning over she got in his face.

"You better hope someone has enough sympathy to call an ambulance because you re going to need one. Using her foot on his collarbone, she stepped over him. She heard a collective gasp when her side briefly appeared. Glancing down she realized you could see the black and purple bruise.

"What you've never been shot before?" She asked irritably with a grimace at the twinge in her side.
"Ladies and gentlemen just arriving from Quantico meet Dr. Temperance Brennan. You now owe her partner some cash so pay up," Charlie called out.

They heard muttering as Booth led Brennan to his office. Walking down the hall, he found the instant ice pack and snapped it to life. Walking back, he knelt beside her while she sat in his chair. He dug through his drawer and found a face towel he kept for heating packs for his back. Wrapping the ice pack, he placed against her taping.

Cullen tapped on the door.
"I'll give you about five minutes then we start interrogating and arresting," Cullen stated. Booth looked up and nodded.

They heard the ambulance crew arrive sighing she stood up and shooed him towards interrogations. Following they heard the heard a medic say.
"Dang someone tore him up."

"It was a girl," sputtered out a rookie.
"Oh no gentleman she's all woman," Booth corrected.

Agent Brown began cursing at her, yelling how he would get her back. She walked up to the edge of the gurney.
"Do you honestly think I haven't heard that before?" Glaring at him, she began spitting out Mandarin at him.

One of the Agents from the back called out,
"You kiss your mother with that mouth."

Looking up she glared at him and said
"No but I kissed yours," she told him then walked off to interrogation.

Booth stood with his mouth hanging open. Starting across the bullpen he turned around with his arms out stretched the evidence file in one hand. Smiling he said again,
"All woman."

Turning back around he went down the hall. He entered the surveillance room. He found Cullen and Brennan standing there.
"Bones where on earth did you learn that phrase?"

"Angela," was all she said. Cullen looked at the pair and said,
"Well Brown was just put under arrest so that's one less person we have to interrogate. That leaves Braxton and Latrell. Dr. Brennan has requested to stay here with Dr. Sweets and I accompany you." Booth nodded and looked around for Sweets.

"Dr. Sweets should be right back." Booth nodded again. Agent Braxton was pacing back and forth in interrogation room. They watched until Sweets came back. Cullen and Booth entered the room.
"Agent Braxton. We are going to offer you a chance to bargain. If you tell us where Bolivar Fuentes is we may be able to work something with the prosecutor. I'm not saying that you will go free but you will get 10 maybe 20 years shaved off your sentence."

Agent Braxton looked at them.
"Even if I had done something which I haven't I wouldn't be stupid enough to be caught. And even if I did get caught, you don't have the clearance to arrest me. You'd have at least a warrant from a three star general."

Booth stood up and glanced at the mirror. Leaning against the wall he watched as Braxton toyed with his watch turning it in a repetitive motion.
"Ghee that's awfully funny. We have your fingers on Agent Zachary's gun who has been deceased since 1996. That exact gun was used to execute the driver of the first van. So that puts you at two counts of murder, seven counts of illegal uses of a controlled substance at least but knowing Ms. Julianne there will be more. Oh and the scientists at the Jeffersonian are processing even more evidence so if I were you. I would give up Bolivar. How is it you know Bolivar anyway?"

"I don't know where Bolivar is, that is all Latrell. I knew Latrell from Quantico he used to be FBI. But none of that matters you cannot get a warrant to arrest me," He said looking smug.
Booth paused and cocked his head as if he was thinking. The Deputy Director shifted waiting for Booth to say something when he heard Dr. Brennan in his ear.

"The fax just came. General Carter signed the warrant five minutes ago. I am holding it in my hand."
Booth nodded slowly as if he was concluding something, he stood up and walked out. Coming back a minute later, he held the paper up. Grinning at him, he waggled the paper.

"Luke Braxton you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have stated them?"

As Booth started to pull him up he tried to struggle but Booth slammed his face on the table. After finishing his Miranda rights, Booth growled in his ear.
"You helped to kill two of our agents never mind the two you've already killed. No sympathy."

Using Braxton's head, he pushed up off him. He led him to the door and two agents took him down the hall. They went and got some coffee and Brennan another ice pack while waiting for their interrogation with Latrell who was currently under the assumption he had an appointment to discuss the issue at the Jeffersonian. Booth handed Brennan the ice pack and she stuck it against her skin and groaned.

Cullen's eyebrows shot to his hairline when he saw the bruise. He snagged the edge of the split on the side her shirt in two fingers. Pulling it aside, he winced.
"I usually keep agents that have health issues that big in the hospital Dr. Brennan." She laughed then groaned and pressed the ice pack harder against her skin.

"It is two cracked ribs. I was hit with armor penetrating bullet. It did not penetrate but it did leave a contusion."
"I'll say. Let's wrap this up so we can send you all home. And if Dr. Hodgins drops his escalade off here we will have his window replaced."

Booth nodded and guiding Brennan with his hand at her back, they went into the rooms they had been in earlier. Agent Latrell came in and Cullen pointed to the chair across from them.
"Please have a seat Agent Latrell." Latrell sat down and looked around.

"I don't see those people in the lab coats here. Aren't I supposed to be speaking with them?"
"No you will be speaking with me," Booth tossed out.

"What do you know about Bolivar?"
"He runs the Dallas chapter of Los Zetas. We have been watching them for years. We recently hit one of his warehouses and recovered several crates of military issued weapons. However we were unable to locate Bolivar himself. What does this have to do with anything?"

Braxton asked with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Pulling the rope from his pocket Booth tossed it on the table in front of Braxton.

"Look familiar?"
"No, Why? Should it?"

"Because it is the rope you used to garrote four men. A pilot named Henry Crandall, a co-pilot named Jake Alonzo, Forensic Agent Madsen and Forensic Agent Whittaker," Booth all but snarled at the man.

"Is this some kind of joke?"
"No we have evidence right here on this rope as well as a signed report from Homeland Security stating that you were given a passenger and lot load for the plane. Booth pulled out two sheets of paper and asked,

"Is this your signature?" Latrell swallowed and nodded.
"See this paper shows that you received that document. This paper is the one you received and this is the one you turned into evidence after the plane crash." Booth perched on the edge of the table folder in hand.

"Is that all you have?" Latrell asked in a smug tone. Booth gave him one of those smiles.
"Oh no Agent Latrell. We have a gun in our possession that has one Bolivar Fuentes fingerprints on it. Now the problem with that is the gun is supposed to be in the ATF evidence warehouse. However, the entire case is missing. Now that was your bust in the first place. Did they give you a lot of money? I hope so because you are going to need a really good lawyer. We'll offer you the same thing we offered Braxton. You may be able to get something from Ms. Julianne if you tell us where Bolivar is," Booth offered.

Latrell looked at them and glared Booth calmly and coldly stared into his eyes. Latrell nodded and proceeded to tell them where Bolivar was.
"Jonathan Latrell you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney if you cannot afford one an attorney will be appointed. Do you understand these rights as I have stated them?"

Booth said as he cuffed Latrell. Cullen and Booth left the interrogation room and headed towards his office. He flopped down on his couch next to Brennan and sighed. Cullen sat at Booth's desk and looked across at them.

"I don't expect to see either of you for at least three days. I will be calling Dr. Saroyan to make sure you," he pointed at Brennan "do not come into work."
"I do not plan on going to work sir. I plan on taking some pain medication and sleeping for the next three days."

"When you get back I will be speaking to the two of you about your proposal Dr. Brennan. It is an excellent idea. I will also be speaking with the board of the Jeffersonian about your other idea." Standing up Cullen left the office.

Brennan rolled her head to look at Booth.
"Can we go home please?"

"Let s go, lab first then home," he suggested.
They left the building and drove to the Jeffersonian, which was an absolute madhouse people were scrambling to get out. Booth and Brennan ducked, dodged and weaved to get around people.

"Dad! Bones! We're going home!" Parker yelled excitedly as he ran towards them.
"I know bub," Booth said reaching down he swung parker up for a hug. Brennan slowly made her way past them towards the office and began packing up their stuff.

"Dad is Bones still sick?"
"Yeah Parker she hurts a lot right now."

"She should go home and go to sleep," Parker advised.
"She will, she will. Now go with your mom and I'll see you in two weeks okay."

Parker gave him a hug and a kiss, jumped up, and ran off. Booth walked to Brennan's office and helped her pack everything up. They picked up their stuff and followed Angela and Hodgins out to the escalade. Brennan and Booth climbed into the Sequoia and drove off.

Arriving at her apartment, they climbed the steps. He dropped the bags in her bedroom. Pulling off his shoes, he sat on her couch.
"Bones you seriously need to get a TV," he grumbled.

She mumbled as she walked past. Dropping the Sequoia keys in his lap,
"So go get yours."

She made her way to the bathroom her movements slow and stiff. A minute later, he heard the shower start. Grabbing the keys, he went down the block to the grocery store he knew she liked. Grabbing the makings for a vegetarian quesadilla, he paid and went back to her apartment.

When he walked through the door, he heard the shower still running. Glancing at his watch he shrugged he'd only been gone for 15 minutes. He pulled out a cutting board and knife.
Chopping vegetables and piling them on the side, he wondered what exactly she had proposed to Cullen.

The End

A/N Anyone interested in her proposal? I have it written up already just let me know. Review Review! Thanks for following my story!