A/N: AU as stated in the description.
Also note, I enjoy playing dress up Barbie (or in this case, Brennan). At the end of each story will be links to what I picture her wearing in some scenes. Click or don't click. It's all up to you.
Please enjoy…
Disclaimer: Don't own BONES or its characters. FOX does.
He rang the doorbell waiting for her assistant, Zach, to open the door. He was going to get her if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Agent Booth. She told me to expect you."
"Uh huh." Booth stepped into the grand foyer.
"She's upstairs in her room," Zach told him.
Booth turned to him, the kid always rubbed him the wrong way, "and that would be…"
"Oh. I thought you'd been up there before," he replied with a sly grin. "Up the stairs and to the right. It's the room with the French doors."
Booth nodded and climbed the grand oak staircase. Knocking while slowly pushing the door open, he was astonished at the size of her bedroom. He could easily fit his entire apartment in there. It's amazing what being a best selling author could buy you. Well that and robbing banks.
His thoughts were interrupted by Temperance Brennan, real name Joy Keenan, entering from her bathroom. Whenever he was away from her, all he could think about was catching her and throwing her in jail, but whenever he saw her, well the thoughts were NC-17. Today she was wearing a skin tight black dress with spaghetti straps and black stilettos.
She was putting in a diamond earring when she approached him. "Agent Booth," she coyly smiled, "do you mind?"
She spun around to expose her half zipped dress.
He sighed. This was her way of getting the upper hand, but he went along with her game. They played it every time. Sweeping her long brown hair to the side, he gently zipped her dress the rest of the way up.
She turned, their bodies about an inch apart, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he grinned. "I'm sure you heard about the robbery this afternoon at Federal First in Vienna."
"And you automatically thought of me? I'm touched." She walked over to her dresser and picked up a small handbag. "You'll have to walk with me, I'm late."
She purposefully brushed past him on the way out the door. He fell in step behind her.
"Funny thing about this robbery, they just went after items in the safe deposit boxes."
"Well that is smart of your robber. Items in a person's safe deposit boxes are not insured by the FDIC. Completely untraceable."
They weaved down several hallways and began to descend down a set of back staircases that lead into a gourmet kitchen.
"Mind telling me where you were between 2:30 and 3:00pm today?"
She spun and leaned against the island, "I was here. Working on my next novel. Zach can verify that for me."
Booth smirked, "I'm sure he will."
"Did you really come all this way to ask me where I was this afternoon? Did you think your presence at my home would scare me into confessing?"
"I caught you once…" He leaned forward boxing her in with his arms.
"Your witnesses failed to ID me in your lineup." She tilted her chin up, exposing more of her throat and offering a better view of her breasts.
He grinned and put his face millimeters from her's, "that time, but next time…"
"Promises, promises," she teased as her fingers found his tie.
He was at that crossroads again where he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck her or cuff her. Maybe both. Just then, the swinging door from the dinning room opened.
"Dr. Brennan?"
They both stayed locked in their same position. Their eyes never leaving each other's.
"Yes Zach?"
"We need to get going or we are going to be late."
She nodded, "of course."
Booth backed away, allowing her and Zach to exit out the back door. He followed them to a black Mercedes. As he watched Zach open the car door for her, he told her, "They haven't contacted you yet; so why do you keep trying?"
He quickly watched her face falter before once again settling back. Narrowing her eyes, she approached him, "my parent's criminal past does mean I'm a criminal too."
"Really? You might want to tell that to your brother. What's he serving? 5-10 for armed robbery?"
Her chest heaved, "I'm an author and have a doctorate in anthropology. I make more money than I would ever need. Why would I resort to robbing banks?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, "what every person wants, the love of their parents."
"My parents loved me."
"Loved you so much they left you alone to go on the lam when you were fifteen, sent you into the foster care sys…" he didn't get to finish his statement because he felt the sting of a slap across the face.
"I could arrest you for assaulting a Federal Officer." He rubbed his cheek
"Then arrest me," she dared.
"Nah. You look to nice to spend the evening behind bars." Truth was he felt he deserved to be slapped. He had pushed to get a reaction from the Ice Queen.
"Then if you'll excuse me." She spun and climbed into the car.
He watched as Zach drove her away.
1 month later
He sat in his office bouncing a squash ball off the wall. Every time he thought he had her something always went wrong. Security camera footage too blurry, air tight alibi, witnesses failing to pick her out of a line up. The perp always wore a ball cap pulled down low. Sometimes she had brown eyes not the clear blue ones he was used to looking into. Sometimes short blonde hair. Or she spoke with a southern accent. Other times she was described as sounding like she stepped out of a gangster movie from the '20s. Always polite, always very quick and quiet and she'd never take much; only hitting a handful of deposit boxes. Every time the patrons of the bank hadn't even been aware there was a robbery until she was long gone. Seven banks in the last two years.
And then there was her crack team of lawyers… ADA, Caroline Julian, had threatened to cut his balls off if he brought her in again only to see her walk out hours later no matter how much as she enjoyed watching them undress each other with their eyes in the interrogation room. Her last statement to him still rang in his ears: "watching you two together is like being at prom. But it's not high school now, Booth. It's grown-up time." He smiled. His thoughts about her were definitely grown-up.
"Lunch?"
Agent Booth looked up to find Agent Sullivan standing in his doorway.
"Sure." He stood and put on his coat.
"Great. I just need to stop by the Jeffersonian and pick up a file from Dr. Reichs."
Sully was the FBI's liaison to the Jeffersonian. His unofficial partner was the forensic anthropologist, Dr Kathy Reichs. He didn't envy Sully. Booth preferred to work alone.
It was his first trip to the lab and Booth had to say he was impressed. They were directed by an intern to Angela Montenegro's office. He followed Sully in and was immediately captivated by a giant three dimensional glowing screen.
"Kathy. Angela. This is my colleague, Agent Seeley Booth."
Pleasantries were exchanged and the Kathy announced they had a face for the remains they had located.
"Watch this." Sully whispered to Booth.
Angela clicked a few buttons on an electronic pad and an image appeared before him. Booth's sharply inhaled.
"How accurate is this?"
"Angela's images have always been found to be closely accurate."
"Then I know who this is."
"You do?" Sully asked.
"Yah. It's Ruth Keenan."
Three blank faces stared back at him.
"Also known as Christine Brennan."
"Temperance Brennan's mother?" Sully was shocked.
"The author?" Angela asked.
"Can I get a print out of this?"
"Sure." Angela nodded while pressing a couple buttons.
"What happened to her?"
"She died of a subdural hematoma. Bleeding in the brain. Most likely caused by a blow to the head," Dr Reichs told him bluntly.
"So murder."
Dr Reichs nodded.
"Great." He turned to Sully
"Guess lunch is off."
"Sorry." He took the print out from Angela. "Email me everything else you know."
This is not how he thought he would be visiting Temperance again.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
add "tinyurl . com" before each of these. For some reason I can't publish links. sorry for the hastle.
How I picture her hair in this saga:
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and the dress he helped zip up:
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