~***~
Temperance walked to her office, but she was stopped by Shawn. "SB's in there, if you want to talk to him." He gave her a small smile before walking past her. She walked into the room, where Booth sat on the sofa. She could tell he was extremely angry.
"Shawn noticed another entry wound on the skull," he grumbled.
"Yes, I know."
"You know what that proves to me?"
"That there were two shooters?"
"Well...yeah, but the remains weren't JFK."
Temperance sat next to him. "Why is it so important that the remains aren't President Kennedy's?" she asked.
"...So, if it was him, there were two gunmen?"
"Logically, yes."
"If there were two, the government lied. They covered it up."
"Throughout history, governments have lied publicly to its own citizens, Booth." There was a pause before she asked, "Does this have to do with your ancestor?"
"Bones-"
"John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated President Lincoln!"
"Bones, you promised you would never mention that again," growled Booth, who headed for the door.
"Booth, I never promised! But I will-" She cut herself off when Booth stormed out of the office.
~***~
Cam walked into the lab, where O'Hara was reading a few files.
"O'Hara!" she called.
She looked up. "Oh, hey, Cam." She handed O'Hara a paper. "What's this?"
"When I thought the pregnancy was about Michele, I tested it. It was a false positive," said Cam with a smile.
"O-Oh. Well, thank you for this."
Cam nodded and walked away, and O'Hara felt like she was about to cry.
~***~
While Booth was being handcuffed, Temperance hurried over to Shawn and Gus. "I need your help freeing Booth."
"What?" Gus stared at her in horror.
"Aww, sweet! How's it gonna work?" asked Shawn excitedly.
"Okay, Shawn, you need to steal the key and successfully get into my office, and Gus, you need to help Booth get over here."
"As long as Gus puts the roller-coaster part of Like Whoa on to make this epic," said Shawn. Temperance turned to Gus, puzzled.
"Don't worry, Dr. B. We got this." Gus's worries melted away as he hurried up and onto the platform, where Shawn had left his Aly and AJ CD on accident. He put the CD in Hodgins' radio and placed his finger on the play button, ready. Shawn walked over to the man, who had been distracted by Gus's movement.
"Excuse me," said Shawn.
"Go away before I handcuff you, too," growled the man.
"Yeah, um, I don't know if the big man told you, but I'm a psychic. And the spirits are screaming something to my brain, something that they want me to tell you." Booth sighed quietly.
"Oh, really? What do they want you to tell me?" asked the man in a sarcastic tone.
"Solo si usted usa su tocado de plumas!" Shawn yelled.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Only if you wear your feathered headdress," said Shawn randomly, snatching the key from him. Gus pressed the play button as Shawn bounded away with the man not far behind. Gus hurried down the steps and helped Booth into Temperance's office. Shawn leaped into the room and Temperance quickly closed and locked the door. They all stuck their tongues out at the man as Shawn handed the key to Gus, who unlocked the handcuffs.
"Wow, that was awesome!" said Shawn as he, Gus and Temperance did a triple fist bump.
Booth grinned. "Thanks, guys."
"Hey, it was Dr. B's idea," said Shawn. "But now, you know what to do, SB!"
Booth opened the door, slamming it into the man and handcuffing him to a nearby pole. He then looked around for Mr. White, who hurried into the lab.
"What in the name of the Lord is going on?" he demanded, hurrying up to the platform and shutting the music off. Temperance and Booth hurried into the room, where Temperance walked up to him with ferocious eyes. "What is going on?" Mr. White repeated, but the only response he got was a slap in the face from Temperance. He tumbled over the edge and fell on the floor, and Booth handcuffed him, too.
The other man walked over to Booth and said slyly, "Try." Booth kicked him in the private parts and he sunk to the floor. Booth snorted. "Wimp." Suddenly, Hacker charged into the lab with a S.W.A.T. team close behind. Everyone came out of their offices, bewildered.
"Whoa, Agent Booth! You beat 'em all up!" laughed Sweets, and everyone applauded. Hacker sighed.
"If I had been here ten seconds earlier, I would've been the hero, right?" Booth shrugged as Mr. White and his men were taken away by the S.W.A.T. team.
~***~
An hour later, Booth walked into the bone room, where Temperance was placing two bones in a separate tub filled with something.
"Bones, is that pudding?"
"Yes. Pineapple pudding to be exact." Booth immediately knew whose idea it was to make it pineapple flavor. "I adjusted the specific gravity with the thickening agent-"
"With pudding?" She didn't respond. "Whoa, Bones, something happened."
"Well, one of the bones sank and the other one floated. Now, the heavy bone is healthy, but the other one has osteoarthritides."
"And?"
"President Kennedy never had osteoarthritides!"
"Come here," said Booth, immediately hugging her.
"Wow, you really didn't want this to be JFK!" she laughed.
Booth let go of her and said, "I know you kept looking because of me. Thanks, Bones."
"I just wanted you to be happy, Booth." She smiled and was about to leave until Hacker stood in her path.
"Oh, hello, Temperance. You look great, really-"
"Hello, Andrew. If you'll excuse me, I need to-"
"Did Booth tell you about me and my S.W.A.T. team charging in to save you?"
"No, but it would've been nice if that was true," she said before walking past him.
Booth smiled and hurried after her. "See you, boss!" he called over his shoulder.
~***~
After lunch at the Royal Diner, Cam and Temperance walked outside before everyone else. "You're aware that JFK had scarlet fever when he was a youngster, right?" said Cam.
"Yes, Hodgins informed me of that."
"You know it triggers osteoarthritides, right?"
"Yes, but it's extremely rare...about 1 in 100 cases."
Cam smiled. "You're a good person, Dr. Brennan. I will never forget what you did for your partner." And with that, she walked away, leaving a smile on Temperance's face, too. Shawn, Gus, O'Hara, Booth, and Sweets walked out next, Shawn's arm around his fiance's shoulder.
"And you know what, Jules? It doesn't matter that you're not pregnant, 'cause you'll always be the chocolate chips to my cookies."
O'Hara laughed and kissed him. "Gee, thanks, Shawn."
"See, Gus? Skills."
"Mmm-hmm. Sure. Well, have a good weekend, guys!" Gus called as the three of them headed towards the Echo.
Sweets yawned. "I feel like I could curl up and die."
"Yeah, well get to bed before you collapse in the middle of the road, buddy," said Booth, patting Sweets on the back.
"Okay. Bye!" Sweets hurried across the street to his car.
Booth held out his hand to Temperance. "Shall we?"
Temperance chuckled. "We shall." She took his hand and they walked along the sidewalk.
"You must think I'm crazy that I was praying it wasn't JFK, huh?"
"Well, I'm very impressed, Booth. You wanted the truth, even if it was going to hurt you."
Booth smiled. "I learned that from you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Sometimes you've gotta go for your brain over your gut."
"I'd hope that you would use your brain over your gut anyway, since your gut can't think."
"But it can digest healthy foods that help your brain."
"Oh, yes. I forgot," laughed Temperance.
As they continued walking, they never noticed the TV in the window nearby, where, on a news broadcast, the screen read:
Congressional Committee denied to exhume President John F. Kennedy, citing 'respect for the family'.
The End. =)