A/N: Santa was nice enough to bring me my Bones DVD! Yay! Watching it gave me the "original" idea of writing up some missing scenes for each episode (told you: REALLY original stuff!).

SPOILER: Pilot

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"I thought I would find you here."

Temperance Brennan didn't turn around at the sound of his voice. In fact, she didn't give any indication that he had startled her by finding her at the firing range. He was sure she wanted to channel her frustration with the whole damn thing in a way that wouldn't get either of them in jail or fired, but sneaking out in the middle of an investigation to shoot at some paper dummies just didn't seem like an acceptable "cool off" technique for a squint.

"You being a god shot and doing martial arts it's all your way of dealing. Who knows better than you how fragile life can be?"

Seeley Booth saw her shoulders square a bit. So he had hit a nerve after all. Dr.Brennan wasn't as uncaring as she wanted to make the world believe.

"Maybe an Army Ranger sniper who became an FBI homicide investigator?"

Touche. She was good. He'd give her that much.

"Ah, you looked me up, huh?"

That's it boy. State the obvious and stall. Let's see what she comes up with.

"Mm-hmm."

Damn woman! Looking for a distraction, his sight falls upon the guns set before him and he seizes them as a way out.

"Do you mind?"
"Be my guest."
"Thank you."

What is it about this woman, anyway? What exactly about her pisses him off so badly? Her intelligence? Not really, his own mother was a college teacher; most of the times he actually admired smart females. Her looks? Although he'd be one of the first to admit that Brennan was one hot squint, Booth had seduced plenty of women, two models included, so no, he wasn't taken aback by her looks.

Maybe it was her unnerving and irrational stubborn streak that got him... damn! He had aimed to miss, but he didn't intend to make such a lousy shot. That woman really got to him, but damn him if he was going to let her know that...

And then he heard her chuckle.

"Were you any good at being a sniper?"

That did it. He swore he was going to make her break. She was an utter shrew and he was going to tame her, even if it was the last thing he did. Bad ass cop attitude oozing sex appeal was his weapon of choice. He turned his body, leaving her trapped between him and the wall partition. Physically, he had the upper hand, and he didn't plan on loosing it.

"Snipers get to know a little something about killers. Senator Bethlehem, he's no killer..."
"Oh, and Oliver Laurier is?"

Nice and easy. Get her worked up about the case. Keep it rational...

"The way I read Laurier, he's unhinged. That makes him dangerous."
"That'd be your gut telling you that, correct?"

Yeah. And you know what else his gut is telling him right now? That if her gut instinct was any good she'd have realized by now that HE is dangerous to her. But since she seems to believe she got all her facts right...

"You know, homicides, they're not solved by scientists. They are solved by guys like me asking a thousand questions a thousand times, catching people telling lies every time..."

He places his hand next to her face and leans forward, invading her personal space. He notices her breathing has become slightly more audible, and he licks his lips out of nervousness. The movement caught her attention, and she shifts her gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again.

And that was all it took. His gut told him to go for it, so in a flash he had leaned forward and captured her lips with his, in a kiss that was more savage than tender, more territory staking than seductive, and hotter and needier than he had meant it to be.

He moved back almost as quickly as he had dived in, slightly panting, his whole body tingling in arousal by the experience.

"You're great at what you do, Bones, but you don't solve murders. Cops do."

He stood there watching her, half-expecting to be slapped pr kicked in the groin for his behaviour. He even put his hand down next to the gun, out of survival instinct and reflex, in case she'd go for it and shoot him. But when she did finally react, it wasn't what he expected.

"Cleo Ellen was killed on a cement floor sprinkled with diatomaceous earth. Traces of her blood will still be in that cement. One of us is wrong, maybe both of us. But if Betlehem wasn't a Senator, you'd be right there in his basement looking for that cement floor."

She took a step forward, coming in contact with his body.

"You're afraid of him."

She grabbed on to his tie and pulled him down until they were face to face.

"You're afraid of me."

Still holding on to his tie, she softly moved her lips on his.

"Your hypothesis is that squints don't solve murders and cops do..."

Her tongue was tracing the outline of his lips. Booth felt his self-control slipping.

"Prove it. Be a cop."

And with that, she released his tie, took a step back and left the firing range.

Booth grabbed the gun in an effort to keep it together, but it was more than he could handle. Turning around, he fired two shots, effectively putting both through the figure's brain. The darn woman was even better than what he had expected, and she had played him for all he was worth.

Booth acknowledged the fact that Dr.Temperance Brennan could very well crawl under his skin and into his heart before he could do anything to prevent it, and that put him in an awful mood.

Acknowledging was not equal to liking, and he'd better shape up and put his hear on auto-pilot before it was too late.

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A/N: Not sure where THAT came from, but if you like I could try to find something shipper-worthy in "The Man in the S.U.V."..