Hey Everyone!

So this little gem is something I've been working on for quite a bit now, then life got crazy and I had to put it away for a time. These characters are very close to my heart so what I've decided to do to make sure you get them at their very best is to only update once a week. Every Monday there will be a new chapter. This will also be helpful when FanFic's alert system crashes(which it does regularly now). You'll know to look for one and I'll have time to make sure what you get is quality. I figure if Hart does it for his show, I can do it too. And I don't go on hiatus as much as he does.

Now, sit back, relax, pop in some Lyle Lovett and enjoy Nobody Knows Me.

Gum :)

Nobody Knows Me(Like My Baby)

Disclaimer: I own no Bones but my own, but I do like to play around in Hart Hanson's world just for fun. Maddie, Joey, and Sadie are all mine, though. :)

Prologue

For years afterward, even when other memories had fallen by the wayside, he could always remember the first time he'd heard her name: "Dr. Temperance Brennan." He didn't know her from Adam, but just her name intrigued him.

Temperance, he mused as he stood in the hallway just outside her classroom, sounded like it should belong to some mousy research girl or maybe the product of hippie parents with a mild personality to match her name. Her record, though, had spoken for itself, painting a picture of a woman at the top of her game- a strong woman blazing her own trail in a field dominated by men.

A smirk curled up one side of his mouth as he listened to her voice and played with the Zippo in his pocket, waiting to time his entrance just right. Her voice was sure and steady like she'd given the same lecture a thousand times, but there was a passion behind it too that spoke of someone who not only was good at their job, but loved it with every fiber of their being. Not what he'd expected when Cam recommended her.

The moment he'd been waiting for came and he ran a hand through his slicked-back hair before opening the door and slipping in. There was a dead body in a case on the stage, but he only had eyes for her. Pausing in the aisle he drank in the sight of her- beauty and brains never looked so good and he was enraptured.

The word 'defleshing' fell from her voluptuous lips and he shook himself mentally, reminding himself that he hadn't come just to ogle her, and his hand shot up. Heads turned at the sound of his voice, seeking the source of the interruption, then shifted back to her when she met his challenge with her cool logic, never missing a step. Far from intimidating him, he pushed again, full of cocky arrogance, and again she didn't back down.

By this time his feet had taken him to the front of the classroom and he was standing close enough for the scent of her perfume to make his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate. She was even hotter up close and the banter between them was charged. His heart was racing, blood pounding in his ears, making it hard to focus.

"Do you believe in fate?" he grinned smugly at the woman he knew he would go to hell and back for to make her his for the rest of their lives.

"Absolutely not," her lips quirked, voice as stubborn as always though her eyes danced with mischief at the secret they now shared.

As one they turned to face the class, some of whom were scribbling away furiously in their notebooks while others stared slack-jawed at what had just played out in front of them.

The roar in his ears was still there and she tilted her head, concern fast replacing her amusement. He tried to form thoughts into words. Failed. All of a sudden the floor came rushing up to meet him. The last thing he heard before the darkness swallowed him was her voice screaming his name.