Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I repeat, I do not own Bones.

I haven't watched the last three episodes of season 5 yet, but I plan to catch up soon. Sorry I took a break from writing for a while. It's been a little rough the past few months. We got slammed with projects at school and then I had to practice for private lessons on two instruments. One set of private lessons is over for the year, so I'll have more time to write. I also got a request to continue one of my other stories, so that'll be up soon.

This story was inspired by my slightly overprotective best friend Noah.

He ran into her house, the one Greg had taken over. He saw Greg, hurting his Bones. He didn't think, just did. He punched him, square in the jaw. "You're coming home with me Bones."

She walked over to him, and he was amazed at the scared little puppy she'd become because of him, almost like she was afraid to do or say anything. She just rested her head against his shoulder when he lifted up his arm to wrap it around her. "It's gunna be alright Bones," he said, leading her to his car.

"He hurts me Booth," she said, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm going to make sure he never hurts you again."

"It's a lost cause Booth. He'll always find me and he'll always hurt me, no matter where you put him."

"In a jail cell Bones? When you're right beside me? You know nothing will ever hurt you as long as you have me."

"You'd have to sleep with me.""Sounds great to me." He laughed.

She chuckled slightly. He grinned, glad to have heard her start to laugh for the first time in a long time.

"Can you stop at a hotel in a little bit?" She asked shyly. "I'm really tired because I was afraid to sleep."

"And you're not now?"

"My 'knight in standard issue FBI body armor' won't let anything happen to me," she said, smiling at the memory.

They were just getting situated in their hotel room. Brennan decided to take the bed by the window, because Booth would be closer to the door to protect her.

"I have nothing to sleep in Booth."

"I've got some spare clothes in the car. Let me run out and get 'em."

"Thank you Booth."

She laid down on her stomach on his bed and clicked the TV on. She decided on reruns of "X-Files", whatever that was. Booth came back into the room, noticed her on the bed, and sat down beside her. She looked up at him, and he stared down into her eyes. He couldn't fight it, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up and into his arms. At first she tensed up, but she smelled his cologne, verifying it was Booth, and relaxed. He hugged her as tight as possible, without squishing her. She hugged him back with all of her strength. He released her gently. "We need to go to bed," he told her.

"Agreed." She grabbed the shirt out of the stack of clothes he'd given her, and went to the bathroom to change. When she came back, in her underwear and his plain black t-shirt, he went halfway crazy. What happened next took him all the way there.

Just thought I'd end it here, to leave it all on a cliff hanger(: