Updated: 4/2/14

Agent Seeley Booth was driving his black FBI issued sedan to the crime scene. Dr. Temperance Brennan was sitting in the passenger seat and Zack Addy sitting in the back seat with all the crime scene equipment they would need. Booth's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the caller ID and let out a groan.

"Yes Rebecca?" He answered his ex-girlfriends call, whatever she was saying on the other end was making him frustrated. "It's my weekend with Parker." He snapped. "Look I'll talk to you later about this." He snapped the phone shut and changed lanes suddenly.

"Can't you drive any faster?" Brennan asked hesitantly after a couple minutes of silence.

"No," Booth replied shortly, not taking his eyes from the road.

"Maybe I should drive?"

"You're distracted," Booth replied taking a hard left-handed turn.

"You're aggravated and driving," Zack commented from the backseat.

"Take a left up here," Brennan said pointing to the street she wanted Booth to take.

"No back-seat driving," Booth replied ignoring her directions and going straight past the left turn.

"Technically she would be passenger seat driving," Zack said leaning forward as far as his seat belt would allow.

"Okay," Booth snapped looking up into the mirror at Zack. "New rule, no more talking unless it has anything to do with the case. Understand?" He looked sideways at Brennan rolled her eyes and nodded. Zack slouched back in his seat. A few minutes of heavy silence passed before Brennan spoke back up.

"Take the right here," she said while Booth shot her a look.

"Why do you want to get the crime scene so fast? I thought you didn't want to work on this case," he asked her, adjusting his dark sunglasses and continuing to ignore her directions.

"I don't want my bones compromised," she replied testily.

"Now who’s the crabby one," teased Booth. Brennan glared at him and no one said another word until Booth pulled up outside the Olsen National Park ranger’s office. It was a small, rundown looking wooden building with local police cars and the Olsen Park ranger’s vehicles parked outside it. There was also another black SUV similar to the one Booth was driving parked outside the entrance. Booth turned off the car ignition and stepped outside.

"Where are my bones?" Brennan asked leaning across the seat.

"There out in the woods," Booth replied straightening his tie. "A park ranger is going to bring us out." Zack and Brennan both looked exasperated as they stepped out into the afternoon sun. Zack grabbed a camera and pulled out a yellow box filled with supplies that Dr. Brennan would need.

"You guys must be the other FBI folks," a man had just exited the park ranger building. He was slightly round and wearing the traditional brown uniform and wide brimmed hat of a park ranger. The hat cover a thin head of blonde hair.

"Other FBI?" Zack asked. Both he and Brennan looked questioningly at Booth.

"Uh, I'll explain later," Booth muttered to them.

Bu-," Brennan started.

"Later," he hissed as the park ranger reached them.

"I'm David," the park ranger smiled and extended his hand for them to shake. "I work as a ranger here."

"Agent Seeley Booth,” Booth said, showing him his badge and shaking the offered hand. “This here is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan and her assistant Jack something from the Jeffersonian.”

"Zack Addy," Zack corrected Booth shaking David's hand.

"Where are my human remains?" Brennan asked ignoring the outstretched hand.   

"Uh, about a mile up the path," David withdrew his hand, looking a little miffed. "You guys can ride with me. It might be a little bumpy. The four wheeler over there is the best we got for some of the smaller dirt paths." He walked off towards a small brown and green four-wheeler that stood by the tree line. Booth, Brennan, and Zack followed. Booth grabbed Brennan's arm and pulled her back a little.

"You know being nice to the locals might be helpful," he said in a low voice to her.

"The bodies Booth," she said tugging her arm out of his grip and climbing into the passenger side. The ride down the path was uneventful and bumpy; when David's four-wheeler stopped, they all clambered out onto the rocky path.

"The bodies are down there," David said. He was pointing down the side of the path they were standing on. Below them was a swarm of forensic techs, local police, and a small group of people in suits.

"What are they doing to my bones Booth?" Brennan said in alarm.

"Bones-" Booth said. He tried to grab her arm to stop her but it was too late. Brennan was already snapping on blue crime scene gloves and sliding down the side of the hill towards the crime scene. Booth followed quickly with Zack bringing up the rear.

"Stop!" She yelled waving her arms. "Stop!" The people at the bottom of the hill looked up in bewilderment as she ran at the crime scene. Booth swore under his breath, still making his way down the hill. A young man with light brown hair and glasses was examining one of the human skulls when Brennan reached the crime scene. She tugged the human skull out of his astonished hands.

"Get away from my bones," she snapped. The brown haired man opened his mouth when another man, this one an older more serious looking individual grabbed Brennan by the arm.

"Oh, big mistake," muttered Booth. He was almost too where Brennan and the two men were when Brennan tugged her arm out of the grip, elbowed the man in the stomach, and flipped him to the ground. A women with dark hair and a dark skinned man ran up with their guns out just as Booth came skidding to a stop in front of all of them.    

* And that is my lamish endding for this chapter. I love Bones attacking Hotch! She gets way to overpossesive of her human remains. Do you guys like it? It's been really long time since I last uploaded.

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