So I know I have a couple of unfinished fics and we will get to that, and they will be finished. But inspiration just hit me and this just literally flowed out. I always write B&B more or less in canon and I wanted to challenge myself to try something different. So with the premise of the 200th episode, this is something AU. Warning this is very AU so throw all your notions of B&B as we know them out the window.

She waited in line outside the popular nightclub. The line was relatively long but she was confident the Persian doorman would spot her and let her in soon. She was a very observant person and she had watched as he let different people through the nightclub doors. With her tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her ample cleavage and heels, she was certain it wouldn't be long before she got in. The rhythmic beat of music pulsed each time he opened the door. As the line moved and she neared the door, the doorman spotted her. She could feel his eyes on her and she felt a tinge of disgust. At least her dress was producing its desired effect. Sure enough, he motioned for her to move forward, opening the nightclub door as she approached. She nodded her thanks as she entered.

The night club smelled of cigarette smoke, booze and sleaze. If sleaze had a smell. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the low light and she let her eyes sweep through the club, trying to spot her mark. The dance floor had numerous people gyrating to the hypnotic beat of music. The couple in the booth to her immediate left, oblivious to the fact that they were in public, were making out enthusiastically. Finally, she spotted him seated with four other people in a booth near the far end of the club.

FBI Special Agent Temperance Brennan had prepared herself extensively for this undercover assignment. She had read his case file and memorised every detail in it. He was the firstborn son of a notorious mob boss and had spent time in the army with the Rangers. He returned stateside to take over his father's "business" when he had died from an accidental drug overdose. When she had studied the surveillance photographs of him she had inexplicably felt herself being attracted to him. He was a good-looking man with symmetrical features and broad shoulders. The flashy suits he favoured did little to hide his excellent physique. He was more handsome in the flesh and she took a breath to compose herself. He was dressed in a dark suit that was not his usual flashy style. His left arm was wrapped round a blonde and his right arm wrapped round a brunette. Both women seemed to be enjoying themselves allowing their hands to roam his sculpted body but he seemed rather unaffected by them. The other two occupants sitting in the same booth was a smaller dark-haired man who had an arm round a redhead. The smaller man said something and her target smiled a smile that made her heart flutter.

She made her way to the bar, making sure she took a seat in his direct line of sight. She felt several male eyes on her. The bearded bartender with a mop of unruly curls approached her.

"What can I get you?"

"A beer." He nodded as he swiftly slid a mug of frothing beer towards her. She knew she could not afford to get drunk.

A man took the empty bar stool beside her and smiled, trying to get her attention. "Would you like some company?"

Brennan cursed under her breath. She was drawing attention from the wrong man. She chose to remain silent.

"Aww come on now, I won't bite."

"The lady clearly isn't interested." She heard another male voice say. She turned her head and her heart skipped a beat when she realised it was exactly the man she wanted to notice her.

She watched as the eyes of the man seated next to her grew wide in terror, "I'm… I'm sorry." He hastily slid off the bar stool and disappeared into the depths of the nightclub.

The man took the seat next to her. "You shouldn't wear a dress like that here if you don't want guys like him to hit on you."

"What are you? My mother?"

He chuckled. He glanced at her beer and said, "Can I get you something else? Something... classier? A glass of wine maybe?"

"Tequila."

He motioned to the bartender. "Hodgins! Tequila for the lady and the usual for me."

Hodgins the bartender brought their drinks quickly, settling them on the counter.

"So, you're new here." He flashed that charm smile of his and she wished she didn't find him so alluring.

"How can you tell?"

"I know just about everybody in town."

"Just because I'm letting you buy me a drink, doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

"I didn't think you would. Besides, I usually take the woman I'm interested in out for a couple of dates maybe to the museum or park and to some fancy dinners before I make my move. This doesn't count as a date. Just drinks, maybe have a nice conversation with you?"

"I don't mind your company."

"I knew you wouldn't." He was confident in his abilities and seemed to pick up on the effect he had on her. "I'm Seeley Booth. And in case you didn't know, I own this place."

"Seeley?"

He laughed. "I'm not sure what got into my parents when they named me. I hate it. People call me Booth."

She nodded towards his two female companions he had left. "Don't they mind?"

"Who them? Nah, they're just women who want to be associated with power. I'm not really into them. They're more like a necessity, to help keep up with appearances."

Brennan bristled at his suggestion that women were objectified by referring to them as a necessity.

"Look it's not that I don't respect women, my mom always taught me to treat women well, it's just… it comes with the territory okay? Call it a job hazard."

She laughed. "I don't think it's very hazardous to be surrounded by women all the time."

"Enough about me." He lowered his voice, "You haven't told me your name."

"I haven't chosen to." She knew she had to play a fine line between showing her interest in him and not coming off as hard to get.

"Beautiful woman like you, I bet you have a beautiful name."

Before she could reply, the man Booth was with earlier appeared.

"Whaddya want Aubrey? Can't you see I'm busy?"

The man he called Aubrey leaned over to whisper into Booth's ear. She watched his face harden.

"I'm sorry. I have some business I need to attend to. I won't be long."

She watched as Booth and Aubrey moved towards the back of the nightclub. She waited for them to disappear from sight before walking in the general direction they took. She figured they were headed out back and she exited the club, careful to make sure she wasn't followed or noticed as she made her way to the back alley behind the club. She hid behind the wall, cautiously peering round the corner. The music from the nightclub could still be faintly heard in the background.

The alley was dark but she could make out the silhouettes of four men. She recognised Booth's form immediately. His back was to her, just as the other man she knew to be Aubrey had. She quickly realised there was a fifth person there, cowering on the ground, as two of the unknown men rained punches and kicks on him.

"Enough!" Booth's voice bellowed through the quiet alley. The two men stopped, obeying him immediately.

She watched as Booth bent to pick the man on the ground up by the scruff of his collar. "You know the penalty for disobeying the rules."

"I'm sorry Booth, I really am, I won't do it again." She heard the man stammer.

"I take you guys under my wing, give you guys jobs, make you rich. I only have two simple rules you gotta follow. Don't steal from me and don't use the drugs we deal. Couldn't be simpler. But you had to disobey both of them."

She knew she had to record this somehow. This was her assignment, gather evidence to bring down Booth and his crew. She knew that they dealt in drugs, cigarettes and money laundering. She knew Booth's gang were also responsible for many killings and murders, mostly of rival gang members. Their nightclubs were only covers for the illegal activities Booth's gang engaged in. Booth ran a careful and smart operation and the FBI although having known of what he did for years had not enough evidence to arrest him. Petty crimes would not be enough, she needed enough to bring down his entire cartel. She fished in her purse and carefully pulled out her cellphone. She figured if the resolution was too poor at least she would have recorded the audio exchange.

"I'm sorry. Please!" The man continued to beg. She saw Booth release the man from his grasp, shoving him roughly back to the ground.

"Whaddya think would happen if the others found out I let you go just because you begged huh? Everyone would be breaking the rules! And what about our rivals huh? They'd think I've gone soft!"

The man was suddenly silent as if accepting his fate.

"Wendell, let's get this over with. I have a pretty lady waiting for me."

"Can't wait to get laid huh Booth?"

"It's not like that okay?!"

Aubrey laughed as Wendell grabbed the man who had crumpled to a heap on the ground and dragged him a distance from the group, deeper into the alley. She watched as Aubrey handed Booth something. She tried to figure out what it was and realised it was a gun when she saw him fit a silencer to it. The fourth man started walking towards the entrance to the alley where Brennan was, and she froze. She quickly ducked behind the dumpster. He had to be the lookout, making sure nobody else was around.

Fortunately for Brennan, the man who probably had done this before quickly glanced around and returned to the group.

"Coast is clear." She heard him call out.

Her heart hammering in her chest she took a chance and resumed her position recording everything that was taking place.

The man called Wendell returned to Booth's side. Booth took aim as the man let out a feeble "Please."

Booth didn't reply as he pulled the trigger, the silencer muffling the sound of the gunshot. The man's head jerked backwards and the dead body crumpled to the ground. She watched Booth hand the gun back to Aubrey.

"Get this cleaned up. No evidence you hear?"

"Sure thing Booth." She heard Wendell reply.

Brennan stopped her recording. She hastily walked down the road. She had saw enough for the night. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about Booth. He was a very bad man and it was her job to eventually arrest him after she had gathered the evidence her boss wanted. There was a promotion at stake. But she couldn't fight the feeling of attraction she had to him.

… …

Booth pushed open the back door of his nightclub, stepping into the men's bathroom nearby. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure he didn't get any blood splatter on his clothes or shoes. He washed his hands, careful to make sure there was no gunshot residue under his nails. He checked his appearance in the mirror, again running a hand through his hair. Satisfied with how he looked he returned to the bar. He was disappointed to find that the woman in the red dress was no longer there. He turned scanning the club but not finding her.

"Hey Hodgins, did you see where she went?"

"She left shortly after you did. Went towards the back. Haven't seen her since."

Booth sighed. He hadn't even found out her name. In this business when he knew his life was in constant danger, Booth had learnt to rely heavily on his instincts. His gut had served him well in the army and now it continued to do so as a mob boss.

Just now, in the darkened alley behind his nightclub, Booth had the feeling that he was being watched. But he had Finn's assurance that they were the only occupants of the alley. The kid was always reliable and he hated to think Finn had missed something, but he also had the sinking feeling that the beautiful woman in the red dress had been the one who was watching him.

Any good?