6Sorry I took so long to upload but this chapter is one of the two that really define what's going on with the story.
Now for points of clarification: This is season four but i will reference season five in insignificant ways.
Also Zack is not gormogon's aprentice and did not get his hands blown up, but he found a crucial piece of evidence that sent gormogon to prision for life.
Because of the Gormogon case, the Jeffersonian became in really High demand so both Dr. Brennan and Dr. Addy are interveiwing for grad students or squinterns as Booth calls them (I obviously did not come the term) which are the grad students you've seen on the show.
My beta really help me on this, so thanks Zee.
Finally if you are still going to read this I have to ask for your opinion on something at the end of this chapter so PLEASE PLEASE reveiew or PM me about it.
Chapter Three
I awoke to the smell of cinnamon. What the heck is going on? I went over to the kitchen with my bat in hand, but when I heard Booth's voice, I changed directions and got my video camera instead. Booth was singing.
"Zombie jamboree, took place in a New York cemetery." Booth was dancing around in a pink frilly apron Angela had gotten me for my birthday a few years ago. I vowed then and there to get Ange a case of her favorite chocolates; this had just made my day, week and year.
I own him now, especially the part where he twirled the pan containing fresh baked cinnamon buns, wiggling his butt as he iced and placed them on the table. While he did have an extremely well defined gluteus muscles, it was the falsetto voice as he set the table "Back to back, belly to belly, it's a zombie jamboree," that really did him in. He finished singing and started cleaning up.
I knew it was time to return to my room where I proceeded to upload the "best song in leverage history" and send it to my forty different emails so Booth couldn't immediately hack in and delete this musical gem. I heard him coming, so I put on my headphones as my alibi.
"Good morning, Bones. Wakey, wake - oh you're up already."
"Booth? What? Why are you here? How'd you get in? I really have to stop listening to music in the morning." I answered trying to sound innocent.
"Bones, I'm here to bring you to Cullen at noon sharp. I want to know what's going on! Why are you acting so defensive?" apparently I fail at innocence.
"Well Booth, you've broken into my apartment, twice, for no good reason. I have right to be defensive, which brings me to my fourth question of the morning, how did you get in?" I tried annoyed, maybe that would fend him off.
"Special Agent, Bones, Special. So, what were you listening to?"
"This one band Angela practically filled my mp3 player with. Motley Crew, you know, they're pretty good. If I owned a club, I'd book them."
"I'm with you bones, all the way. I made breakfast. We'd better eat fast; we don't want to be late."
"It's six in the morning, we could both eat, take long showers, get stuck in rush hour traffic, and still arrive very early there."
"Yes, this is true, but what if Cullen has an opening before then? I want to talk to him and figure this out as soon as possible."
"Don't you think arriving five hours early to the appointment might show Cullen you're desperate? Besides, we have an appointment with Sweets right after we get done with Cullen." I smiled wide.
"You're acting happy to see Sweets? Are you on something?" He asked, astonished.
I shook my head, still grinning. "No, Booth, but think about it. It has been immensely entertaining, knowing something that you don't and having you not know what it is,"
"Not for me, it hasn't." Booth whined.
"Yes, but you act your age most of the time, imagine how twelve year old Sweets will react."
"Oh, you're good, Bones."
"I've been a forensic anthropologist for almost a third of my life. It's reasonable to suggest I am good at my work although I see no reason to bring it up in this discussion."
I could see that Booth was going to stay something before he just shook his head and muttered, "Never mind."
The breakfast was good, and what happened after was great. We shrugged into our coats and I "accidentally" turned on the video camera in my bag, so it would play.
"Zombie, Zombie, Zombie, Zombie jamboree."
"You like Rockapella, bones? I never would have guessed."
"Is that who originally did this song? I like this singer better, though. It helps me tremendously more." I turned back to leave, smiling and waiting.
"I don't know what that means," he said scratching his head.
"Isn't that my line?" I smirked, and then took pity on him. "Watch the camera."
Booth's face changed quickly from confusion to paranoia to the beginnings of a plan. Seeing he was about to execute it, I clutched my camera to my chest knowingly.
"We'll take my car, for the next month."
"Why?"
"Because it's only logical, since I'm driving."
"You are not driving."
"That's okay with me if you prefer the alternative. Every person in the FBI's employ getting an email of this, I'm flexible." I said calmly.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Blackmail you."
"Blackmail a federal agent?"
"Yes."
"I don't like it." He scowled.
"I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to." I smiled getting my keys because I saw him relent.
"Fine, name your terms."
"I already did, one month full siren privileges when we need your car." Booth had the nerve to scoff.
"No. Two weeks, no privileges."
"And Cullen will be the first to see this new music video."
"Three weeks in my car, limited siren privileges.
"Done."
Once we got to the Hoover, I could tell Booth was relieved because we didn't have to wait long before we were called into Cullen's office.
Cullen sat in his chair similar to the ways I've seen chieftains sit upon their thrones.
"Dr. Brennan, have you told Agent Booth about this yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Really? I thought you would've by now."
"Well Director Cullen, how often do I get to be a part of something that Booth doesn't and isn't supposed to know about? He'll find a way to get his revenge for not telling him, but right now I'm enjoying this feeling."
"You want Agent Booth to get revenge on you?"
"Want isn't the right word. I deserve it and justice will be served, it's inevitable. You can't mess with Booth without Booth messing with you." I said, smiling at Booth.
"Enough with the chit-chat, let's get down to brass tacks here." Cullen replied.
What does he mean? There are no tacks around here let alone brass ones. Evidently my confusion shone on my face because Booth felt the need to explain.
"He means let's talk about whatever it is we were called here to talk about."
"Okay, the whole premise to this started about six months ago when I visited the FBI scientist training program, the bodies they tested with were obviously counterfeit as their skeletal integrity was corrupt. The bones were warped and made of plastic. There were only four ribs on each skeleton, can you believe it? Four! And the way the skulls were cast it just angered me. The zygomatic arch was far too high and the frontal bone was so pronounced, if it was supposed to be real it would've been a gorilla and the coronal suture…"
"Bones, as much as would love learning about the Corona suitor, can we continue on with the story?" Booth was starting to get agitated, even I could tell, though I couldn't refrain from correcting him.
"It's the Coronal Suture, Booth, not the corona suitor," I continued, "I started yelling at the trainer were informed me that was the highest working technological model they had as they can't use cadavers because they can differentiate between peri- and post- mortem injuries already. It turned into a bet over whether or not I could make a better looking fake body, obviously I won, and when Cullen saw my version he came up with his plan. Would you like to continue, Deputy Director Cullen?"
Cullen continued the story with a kind of grace I couldn't muster. "The fake cadaver got me thinking first about Dr. Brennan and her abilities, and then about the Jeffersonian's work with us in general. I've been trying to come up with a way to test the feasibility of more Jeffersonian pairings, and this is the perfect way."
"Huh?" Booth apparently couldn't't follow Cullen's logic as easily as I could.
"Dr. Brennan made seven Bodies for us to use in this training exercise, with her expertise as well as her ability to write crime novels we created seven different cases for our "new partners" to solve."
"Why am I here then?" It was his turn to act confused and mine to 'come to his rescue'.
"Well, I am overseeing the forensic science aspect and Cullen is in charge of the Bureau's part, so I assume you are here to monitor the partnership side of this program. Am I correct, Director Cullen?" I turned my head toward him.
"Absolutely, Dr. Brennan. Agent Booth, would you like to see the case files and the pairings?"
"Yes, sir." Booth replied as he read through the case files as if they were one of my novels, and laughed at who was paired with whom.
"I can't wait to see them work together."
"Good Agent, you're dismissed. Dr. Brennan, have a nice day."
As we filed out of Cullen's office and meandered our way toward Sweets' I turned to Booth and said, "Wasn't that interesting? I told you that you'd love this, now let's go torture Sweets."
Ok so who do you want as the Jeffersonian or the FBI person? Anybody on the show who didn't die or was a criminal who was convicted can be one. I could bring a certain pychologist out of retirement, or not. I could have an idoit of a teacher or an idiot of a guy with a boat come back or not. A certain pathologist could be a participant. I could make a restaurant owner join the FBI. or someone completely only person I dont think think I could do is Arastoo. I don't know enough about Muslim faith to write about a practioner.
Do you see peple you want to be partnered? PLEASE REVEIW. IF I GET TEN reviews before I finish the next chapter, the following Sunday I will post whatever I have, I promise on the love we all see between Booth and pie. (Oops I meant Bones, silly me).