A/N:I never really thought I would find myself writing Bones fiction. shot right now, but if I get good reviews, I'll write the lemon sequel.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bones, all that wonderful goodness belongs to the the writers and. Fox. Damn you Fox.

Warning: None in this chapter except lanuage, but maybe more in the next one, if there is a next one.

I looked up from my seat, hands still fidgeting in my lap. It was the first day that Brennan was out of town, and I was supposed to go in her place to go check out crime scenes with Booth.

He hated me.

On the other hand, we just received a case, and Booth was ignoring me as we drove on.

He still hated me.

I lifted my hand to run it through my hair. I grew it out again, because I didn't like it so short.

And I heard that Booth said he liked it better when it was longer, but that's not the reason I grew it out. Not at all.

Booth didn't say anything as he parked the car and cut the engine. But he didn't make a move to get out of the car, he just stayed there, and it freaked me out. Was something wrong? Was he mad at something? Was he mad at me? Did he not want to tell me about the case?
Did he not find me suitable for this case?

So not only did he hate me, but he also thought I was unsuitable for this job and he was mad at me.

I bit my lip, my eyes darting from Booth to the scene in front of us. Oh, no wonder he wasn't moving.

There, in front of the SUV, was a man holding a gun, pointed at us. Actually, he was pointing his gun at me, but I wasn't worried about this.

"Don't worry," Booth finally spoke up. "The windshield is bullet proof, along with the rest of this car. We're safe." But his voice was saying otherwise. I could hear the fear seeping into his voice, not that I know about this kind of stuff, I just knew when Booth's voice would change.

Wow, that sounded creepy.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I heard a sigh come from Booth, and I shuddered.

He was mad at me. Wonderful.

"Yes, Zack, I'm sure."

He used my name!

Did Booth have the rights to run over the man? That would be awesome. It would give us a show and save our asses.

"Get out of the car!" Then man yelled. "Get out!"

"Don't do it," Booth warned me, but my body was already in motion. My hand had already unbuckled the seatbelt and the other was opening the door.

But it wouldn't open. Locked.

"Let me out," I muttered.

"No," he growled back. I sighed and just unlocked the door myself. He did the same thing and locked it before I could get out. "No," he repeated. We continued our little fight before he finally gave up. Twelve times he tried to stop me.

"Okay! Fine! Go get yourself killed! I don't care!" He yelled, and I was finally able to get out of the SUV.

"Hands up!" the man yelled. Not like I hadn't already, but I exaggerated my arms so that he could see them in the air. Once he saw that, he nodded. "Now tell the man to drive away and close the door!" This man was mental.

"You heard the man, leave," and before I could hear his reply, I closed the door. What would Brennan do in this situation? She would probably disable the guy and attack him. I couldn't do that. I didn't have hidden powers, that was impossible.

"Tell the man to drive away!" God, this man was a horrible. Did he not realize that Booth was a special agent? Pity.

"I did, he's not listening to me. Who are you?"

The man grinned. A feral one, I might add.

"Who am I?" he repeated. I nodded. "I am the fool you put in jail for murder! Don't tell you don't recall who I am, Seeley Booth!"

Wow.

Just, wow.

He thought I was Booth? How? I was wearing an FBI standard, but that was it. And I looked nothing like Booth!

Booth seemed to have gotten quite angry now, because he slowly opened his door, one hand in the air.

The man moved the aim of his gun from me to Booth and shot once. The shot, obviously, only hit the car and bounced off.

Maybe I should be more worried.

"Hey! I don't know who you are, but your in the presence of an agent. Be more cautious." So he wasn't denying that I was Seeley Booth? Improbable. Why would he do such thing.

"Why are you protecting this murderer?" Yeah! Why?

Wait! I'm not a murderer!

"I have my reasons." In a more whispered tone that he knew the man would hear, he muttered the next few words to me. "You can shoot him now!" The man, obviously hearing this, aimed his gun back at me. But Booth was ahead of him and took this time to take out his own gun and shoot the man in the right humerus.

The long bone of the upper arm.

He dropped his gun and fell to the ground.

Seeley threw his cell phone at me and I caught, though I may have had some difficulties. "Call the police, get a medic and a squad car down here immediately!" I quickly dialed "911" and waited for the phone to be answered.

The case we went to see was a double murder hidden under the false pretense of a double suicide. Both Male.

When Seeley first saw the scene, he cringed, and it made me wonder if it affected him in another way. I just saw two males, in each others' arms, hugging. Nothing weird with that.

Was there supposed to be supposed to be something weird about it?

They were just remnants, bones really.

"Two males," I called out. I heard Booth take a deep breath, but nothing else. AN officer told me that it was supposed to be a double suicide. A lovers' thing. I saw nothing wrong with it. But Booth had an issue.

"Head trauma," I said as I saw the cracks in one of the skulls.

"Why is it always head trauma?" Booth asked from somewhere behind me.

"It's the easiest way to die," I replied, but I had a feeling that what he asked was a rhetorical question. "Easiest for the killer, and faster. Cleaner, even." I told one of the forensics men to wrap the skeletons up and send them to the Jeffersonian.

"Let's go," Booth said in a rushed tone. He still seemed to be a little hyper from the gunman earlier. "I have to file a report on Nathaniel Joseph, the man who nearly killed you."

"But he shot at you!" I replied. "He only aimed the gun at me!"

"You really are Bones' apprentice."

We were in the SUV again, heading to the lab. Except this time, Booth was really mad at me.

"What the Hell were you thinking out there?" he asked.

"Analyzing the bodies?" I asked, a bit confused.

"With the gunman! Nathaniel Joseph!"

"I was doing what he said!" I raised my hands in defense, an automatic reaction with me when I feel threatened.

He was really mad, and my answers were not helping the situation.

"So you'll do anything that someone asks of you? No matter how stupid?"

His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, making his knuckles go white.

"Usually, when someone has a gun pointed at me, yeah, but since the chance is very low, not usually." It made sense. But I think it only made sense to me. "Brennan would agree."

There was a pause in our talk, which was probably Booth thinking over the thought.

"Yeah, she probably would, that's what scares me."

He cares for Dr. Brennan a lot. Another factor as to why I could never have him.

Not that I do. You know, want him, that is.

Or maybe I do. Hm, to have Booth. That sounded oddly nice in its own twisted and fucked way.

"It seems I'm attracted to you." Wow, yeah, not the best thing for me to say at the moment.

But it was already out. Crud.

Thankfully, by some God, we were already in front of the Jeffersonian, so I just got out and left. No awkward silences for me, thanks.

I was still in the lab, but alone. We had identified the victims and the time of death, so I sent them all home. It was after closing time, so I knew I could do such things.

I should have left, but the cracks to the first skull, Jamie Kay, left me puzzled as to what he was hit by.

"Tomorrow," I told myself. "I'll find out tomorrow." I put all the tools up and cleaned up a little before leaving the lab, heading to the exit.

I really should have left when everyone else did.

I heard a click. Like the click of a gun.

"Put your hands up!" And I did so, slowly turning around. I knew that voice.

"Booth?" I asked, but didn't get another word out. The gun he held up was pointed in my face.

"If I told you to lie on the ground, would you do it?" he asked. I nodded my head, my heart pounding. Why was he holding a gun to my head? "What if I told you to lick the floor, would you do it?" Again, I nodded.

His eyes narrowed, the vibrant brown orbs settling for a menacing stare.

"And if I told you to drop your pants and bend over for me, would you?"

What?

"It depends, why do you want me to do such things?"

Stupid question.

"Because I want to fuck you."

Wow, very straight forward. Very.

"And why do you have to hold a gun up to me to ask that?"

Another stupid question, though I do want to know the answer.

Booth quickly put his gun away, doing something that probably disabled the gun. Once it was away, he grabbed my shirt front and pulled me forward, my face barely a few centimeters from his. My arms were useless at my side.

"So you're telling me," he said slowly. "That you would have done so, even if I hadn't put the gun up to your head?" I nodded, but tried not move otherwise, so as not to disturb our position. "Would you have done it for anybody?" he asked. I shook my head, my nose brushing against his.

"Only you," I whispered, and before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me.

Maybe he didn't hate me so much.

On the other hand, I personally think that the first day of Dr. Brennan's absence went well.

Pleasantly well.

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