This is one that I have been considering for some time. It's going to be a three chapter arc that has as it's central theme Max making it clear who he wants as Bones' significant other. Each chapter will be a different confrontation, and each one will be very short. I hope you enjoy this first one. Gregg.
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Andrew Hacker was on top of the world. He'd just come back from a lunch with Dr. Temperance Brennan and was sure that this weekend would be the weekend he would finally have her in bed. The last couple of weeks he'd been hinting hard at that goal, as she had come to him asking if he wanted to have lunch one afternoon. Did he? Hell yes! He'd been aching to have the lovely Temperance since the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. Now it seemed as if his dream would become a reality. He was smiling and practically strutting as he walked into his office, closing the door. He froze. Someone was in his office and sitting in his chair! Turned away from him no less!
"Alright, who the Hell are you and what are you doing sitting in MY chair?" he demanded. His face paled and he almost pissed his pants when he saw who was in the chair as it slowly turned to face him.
"Call me Max," Max Keenan, Temperance Brennan's father, said with a grin. "I think it's time we had a little chat. Don't you?"
"Chat?" Hacker managed to squeak out. This was the guy who'd killed the Deputy Director of the FBI and torched the body! This was the guy no one wanted on anywhere near them if he was in a pissed off mood. This was the guy who'd beaten a murder wrap for the killing of the Deputy Director. The absolute LAST thing on this Earth that Andrew Hacker wanted was to have a chat with this guy! He was so scared out of his mind that he didn't even think to wonder how this guy had gotten into the building and up to his office.
"You are trying to get into my little girl's pants, aren't you?" Max asked, grin still in place, but a piercing glare evident in the eyes.
Hacker added almost totally losing control of his bowels to the list of bodily functions on the chopping block when Max said that. "Uh...," he tried to think of something to say, and utterly failed. His usual self important panache was utterly failing him now with this killing machine in front of him staring him down. And that damn smile!
"Let me give it to you straight," Max said, still grinning. He clapped a hand on Hacker's shoulder. "My little girl is having a rough time right now, and isn't very happy. There's only one person who can make her happy. I think we both know who that is, right?"
Hacker nodded his head rapidly, knowing without a doubt the dangerous man with the hand on his shoulder was talking about none other than Booth. Sweat was now pouring off of his paler than usual face.
"I love Tempe, and let her down bad when she was young," Max continued. "Since I've been back, I've seen her grow a lot, and smile, really smile, when only one person is around. Booth. She wants him, but for some reason isn't able to make a forward step. If she gets together with some kiss ass pansy like you, it's going to kill any chance she has to be really happy in life. You know how she's going to be happy in life?"
"Being with Booth?" Hacker, in a very shaky voice, managed to stutter.
"Exactly," Max beamed. "Maybe you're not as much of a dunce as I thought you were. But I digress. I think you need to back off of Tempe. Permanently. Because if I find that my baby girl isn't going to be happy in this life, and it was because she got messed up with you...," Max chuckled and grinned wider. "Let's just say I'll be paying you another visit and I won't be here to just have a friendly little chat. Understand?"
Hacker nodded his head in agreement so hard he felt his neck almost snap in two. He also felt a warm feeling running down his leg, and knew he's just pissed himself.
Max curled his nose up a bit. "You gotta take a vacation and get those nerves under control, Boy," he advised. "I sure hope you have a change of clothes in here. Well," he clapped his hand on Hacker's shoulder and smiled once more, "I have another couple of people that I need to see today. Remember what I said, and we won't have any trouble. Later," he said as he made his way out the door.
Hacker stood there shaking like a leaf. He pulled out his cell phone and with a shaky hand, he dialed Temperance's number. He pleaded with God that she would pick up.
"Andrew?" came the voice that he now hoped never to hear unless it was strictly business related.
"Uh, Temperance, I need to cancel our dinner plans," Hacker said, bringing as much steadiness into his voice as he could manage. "I need to be out of town for a time, and found out I need to leave after work today."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Brennan said over the cell. "We can reschedule when you get back."
"No!" he said hurriedly. "Don't wait on my account. I've been thinking about this, and perhaps this isn't such a good idea, what with me being Booth's supervisor and all."
"Alright," Brennan said, her voice expressing her confusion, but accepting it nonetheless. "Have a good trip."
"Thank you, Temperance," Hacker said and ended the call right then.
Hacker made his way, awkwardly as his pants leg was now wet with his humiliating lack of bladder control, to his desk and sat down heavily. He made some plans. He was sure that Max Keenan would have an alibi that would place him anywhere but at the Hoover Building, and also that no one would remember seeing him, and no security cameras would have him in the building. So Andrew Hacker was going to first arrange a long vacation away, then put in the paperwork for a possible transfer to a nice, safe posting with an embassy in the Middle East, and then he was going to make an appointment with his minister and have a long talk confessing anything and everything that he'd done that wasn't quite kosher in God's eyes since he'd last been to church a number of years before. Right about now he needed all the help he could get. He picked up his office phone and rang his aide.
"Tim?" he asked. "Could you run over to my place and get me a clean pair of pants and boxers? I spilled some coffee all over mine and don't have a change of clothes." He waited a minute. "Thanks Tim. I'll just be right here waiting."
He pulled out a can of air freshener and began spraying for all he was worth to make sure that the rank scent of urine was not in evidence in the office for when Tim returned. Now he just wanted this day to end so he could go home and begin packing for his nice long trip and leave this nightmare behind him. Maybe a life of celibacy was the way to go. That way he wouldn't have to worry about anymore Max Keenan's in the world paying him surprise visits.
A/N: Like I said, it's short. I don't see Max mincing words, and any friendly little "chats" with him would likely be short and to the point. I am also writing these from the perspective of the person he's visiting. Next up with be a visit with Sweets. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Gregg.