Wasted

by lisamb2

Summary: Things are changing at the Jeffersonian. Booth and Brennan have been in a relationship but Brennan’s inability to commit causes Booth to end it. Brennan reaction to the end of their relationship is anything but stellar. She begins to drink an

1. Chapter 1

Disclosure: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. I am simply borrowing them for a good time.

Summary: Things are changing at the Jeffersonian. Booth and Brennan have been in a relationship but Brennan's inability to commit causes Booth to end it. Brennan reaction to the end of their relationship is anything but stellar. She begins to drink and attempts to hide it from her colleagues and Booth. Her work is suffering and she has been called on the carpet several times and is in danger of losing her job. Booth is seeing the downward spiral his partner is in but she refuses to answer any of his questions that involve her personal life. He finds out about the drinking and tries to intervene but she rebels against him. He would take her back in a heartbeat if she would marry him but he simply cannot continue their relationship without that commitment.

Chapter 1

"Dr. Brennan, we need to know the extent of the damage done to the skeleton. It was a perfect specimen when you received it." Temperance Brennan stood before the curator of the new American Revolution exhibit curator trying to explain the incident involving human remains that were sent for her to examine.

"Dr. Carlisle, the accident in the lab was entirely my fault. Remains were brought in and I did not properly secure the skeleton I was working on. I am certain that I can make the necessary repairs to the skeleton without further compromising its integrity." This was a strange position for her to be in. She had never been in an incident involving the destruction of human remains. The fact of the matter was that she had been careless and the skeleton was seriously damaged. This situation would not be nearly as bad but this was the second time in two weeks that she had made a costly mistake.

"I will be speaking to Dr. Bancroft about this later today. I would like a report beforehand Dr. Brennan." He started sternly at her and she was unable to hold his gaze. She was falling apart and her work, which had never suffered, was going down the drain.

"I'll get something to your office within the hour," she told him quietly.

"Dr. Brennan, I have worked with you in the past and have never had any problems. It is astonishing to find someone of your caliber being so careless. Is there some kind of problem?"

"A mistake," she muttered. It had all been a very bad mistake.

"Hopefully it's a mistake that won't cost you your career Dr Brennan." Of course this mistake would not cost her to lose her job but any more would certainly look bad for her. She had worked hard to get where she was and did not want it to fall apart but she was so unsure of her life at the moment that she almost didn't care.

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"I hear things didn't go well with Carlisle," Angel, her best friend, said in the doorway of her office.

"As well as could be expected I guess since I did royally screw up. I'm sure I will face some type of censure this time."

"This time?"

"I didn't say anything about the last incident. I compromised the remains of a 1500 year old mummy that was to be used in an exhibit two weeks ago. I exposed it to some chemicals that damaged the wrappings and underlying bone."

"Why didn't you say something? How did it happen?"

"I simply picked up the wrong chemical. It was a mistake. I was tired and should not have been handling the remains but I couldn't sleep." That was partially the truth. She didn't sleep well anymore but she had come to the lab after too many drinks and started working in the wee hours of the morning.

"This is not like you Sweetie. What the hell is going on with you?"

"Just going through a rough patch Ang. Everything will be alright." The last person she wanted to see was standing in her doorway. It had been a month since he had graced the lab and the pain of loss smashed into her when she saw him standing there.

"What kind of rough patch?"

"Hey Booth! Long time see." Angela was oblivious to the relationship that he and her best friend had been engaged in for months and he was certain that Bones hadn't confided in her since he ended it.

"Hey!" He said lacking enthusiasm.

"What are you doing here?" Brennan said without thinking.

"I was in neighborhood," he replied sarcastically. "We're still partners Bones. I was just assigned to another section for a short while. I thought you might like to head back into the field." She looked at him and wondered how he could act as if nothing had changing between them. She was a wreck and he carried on as if nothing had happened and that angered her.

"Well, you should have called. I need to get a report typed up and delivered within the hour, so I really don't have time to visit." Her voice was tinged with agitation as she eyeballed Booth and wondered about his audacity.

"What's going on Bones?" He asked nonchalantly.

"It doesn't involve you so I would appreciate it if you would leave because I have to get this report finished."

"I was hoping we could have lunch. Can't you cut out for a little while?"

"No, I can't. There was some trouble in the lab involving some remains."

"What happened?"

"It's none of your business!" she almost screamed. He was behaving as if he had the right to know personal details about her life. Hadn't he given that up when he left her? Sure she couldn't give him the one thing he wanted but still, he left her.

"Bones, I really think we need to talk. I'm back to regular duty now and that means I be coming back with cases. I have to know if you are still going to work with me here. I still need my partner." She turned from him and hid that fact that her eyes welled with tears. Could she work with him?

They had been partners for over three years before they had become lovers. For months they had basked in their newfound relationship. Both of them had been happy and content until Booth purposed. Temperance never wanted to get married or have children and she tried to explain her reasons to Booth but in the end her refusal to commit to him had pushed him away.

"Dr. Brennan?" Zack appeared in her doorway but did not enter.

"Yes?"

"I have finished the repair on the skull and I wanted you to take a look at it."

"Zack, I told you not to worry with it. It was my mistake and I should be the one to fix it." Her mistake? Bones didn't make mistakes…did she?

"Why would Zack be repairing a skull?" He had picked up on the fact that he said repair instead of reconstruct.

"Booth, you're right. We do need to talk and get some things out of the way. I cannot, however, go to lunch with you because I damaged a Revolutionary War skeleton. Now I have to get a detailed report completed and set to Dr. Carlisle and Dr. Bancroft. Zack should not have repaired the skull yet because they were waiting on my report." The last thing she felt like doing was explaining to Booth how close she was coming to losing her job at the Jeffersonian.

"I'm sorry. I guess I was being pushy. I should understand by now that you can't simply drop everything because I want to have lunch." He moved to the door but paused and looked back at her with anguish in his eyes. "Give me a call when you have some free time."

Fifteen minutes later Brennan was seated at her computer typing out the report that had been requested of her. She was weary and wanted to leave work today. Maybe some time alone with a nice bottle of merlot was what she needed to focus. She sent the report and left the lab without talking to anyone. Thirty minutes later she was in her living room with a nice bottle of scotch. To hell with the wine! She needed something to work a little faster.

For most of the evening she simply sat in the living room nursing the scotch and listening to music. She was mellow and melancholy with nothing to do but think. Several of the songs that played reminded her of her time with Booth. They were songs that they had danced to and made love to and she couldn't fight the tears that fell. She downed the amber liquid in the tumbler and hurriedly poured another. The numbness was beginning to set in but the tears would not stop falling.

Only when the alcohol soothed her wounds, did she admit that she missed him. The intoxicant provided her with a buffer because she was able to think about Booth and the love they made and shared without falling apart. She, Temperance Brennan, had never been an emotional person but since the break up, every emotion and nerve seemed to be raw, but the scotch helped salve the hurt.

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Brennan woke up with a bitch of a headache and little recollection of the previous evening. The last coherent thought she had was of Booth and how she longed to have him there with her. The alcohol she had consumed soon made her forget that foolishness and allowed the pain to disappear…at least for a few hours.

She struggled out of the chair she had fallen asleep in. She stumbled to the bathroom to brush the horrid taste out of her mouth. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand when she entered her bedroom and found that she was late…again. She decided to take a quick shower before heading to work. What excuse could she use this time? This was the third time I two weeks that she was going into work late. Angela was bound to notice and was certain that she would think there was a man involve. The truth is there was but not in the way she would think.

"Dr. Brennan?" Wonderful! Cam was going to waylay her immediately. "Could I see you in my office please?" Her tone was friendly enough but Brennan was certain she was not going to like the conversation about to take place. "Have a seat," she said when Brennan walked in.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I wasn't feeling well last night and didn't fall asleep until very late."

"I can appreciate that Dr. Brennan but this is the third time in two weeks that you've been late and we had an important meeting this morning." Damn! She had forgotten about the meeting this morning. They were meeting with a group of forensic investigators from the D.C. Police Department and she was an integral part of it. "You were supposed to conduct the training on retrieving remains. I had to reschedule for next week. They were not happy."

"Dr. Soroyan, it slipped my mind entirely." She looked thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "I will make it up to the department by going there if it would be more convenient. I don't know what else to say."

"Are you having some kind of problem I should know about?"

"I think you know me better than that. I was ill. I was unavoidable and I have apologized. What else would you like me to say?" Her tone was defiant.

"Dr. Brennan there is also the matter of the two incidents with skeletal remains that were damaged. Your performance is not up to par and that is not like you at all."

"I entitled to make a mistake!" She almost yelled.

"Of course you are. You are, after all, human just like the rest of us. I'm not certain if they intend to bring disciplinary action against you at this point. I just want you to know that I am here if you need to talk. If there is something wrong we need to fix it."

"Thanks for the understanding but I will do better in the future. Is it alright if I go to work now?" Cam looked at her and knew that something was amiss. This was not the competent professional that she had come to know. Something was definitely wrong with the good doctor but if she refused help there was nothing she could do to help.

"I think that's all I have for the moment. I'll let the P.D. know that you will be going to their facilities next week. If something does come up please let me know in a reasonable amount of time so that I can notify them of a cancellation." Brennan simply nodded and left the office.

On her way back to her office, Brennan caught sight of Booth heading in her direction. "Morning Bones," he said blandly.

"Why are you here?" She asked bitterly.

"Some remains were found downtown this morning and they have floated the case to me. I swung by here to pick you up."

"You need to take Zack. I can't go with you today."

"Why the hell not?"

"Booth this is not the place to have this discussion. Please, come into my office." He followed her quietly dreading the announcement he knew she was about to make. She was not going to work with him anymore. "I don't want to work with the F.B.I. anymore."

"Bones, you can't do this!" His voice raised to a fevered pitch.

"First, Zack is more than capable of assisting you. Second, I do not want to work in the field. Third, I will assist in the lab but if you insist on using the Jeffersonian's resources then you will have to take Zack in the field with you." There , she had told him and it was a relief. He didn't look happy but she was doing this for her own sanity. After what she and Booth had shared, it would be impossible to resume their partnership as if nothing had happened.

"That's not acceptable Bones! We're partners!"

"Agent Booth, we were partners. My decision has been made. I will not work in the field with you or any other agent." She was trying to remain strong and unemotional but it was difficult for her. The feelings that she had for him had not abated but there was not future with him because she would not marry him nor give him the family he wanted. She couldn't. She wasn't capable of that kind of life but it didn't stop her from missing what might have been.

"What does Cam have to say about this?"

"I haven't talked to her about it yet but she will have to respect my decision."

"God damnit Bones, I won't let you do this."

"I don't see where you have a choice. I will also advise you to refer to me as Dr. Brennan. We have a professional relationship and I feel that it is undermined by that ridiculous nickname. I am an accomplished doctor and I demand the respect that goes along with that."

"So this is how it's going to be? You are going to throw away our partnership because of what's happened between us. You swore you wouldn't let it affect our working relationship. I had no idea that you would renege on your word. I thought you were better than that Dr. Brennan." He was angry but what right did he have. He was the one that left her and he simply expected her to forget that and go back to business as usual. Three years ago she could have done just that but he was able to break down her walls and defenses enough so that she wasn't the same person she once was.

"And I thought you would never leave me. I guess we are all mistaken at times." Damn, she hadn't meant to get personal but she could fight the torrent of emotions raging within her.

"Bones…" She shot him a venomous glare. "Dr. Brennan…forget it! You want to play this game fine! You want to hole up here in the lab again so you won't have to feel then that is your choice. Remember this Temperance, you left me long before I did. Hell, you were never there anyway." He turned and left the office quickly and with purpose. He wouldn't talk to Cam now. She knew that he would take Zack…this time.

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The confrontation with Booth had left her drained. She told Cam a few hours later that she was still not feeling well and wanted to go home. Cam told her that if she wasn't feeling well tomorrow that she should just stay home. An hour later she sat on her sofa flipping through the television stations. She had never been interested in television but, for Booth, she had purchased a set and they had spent many nights watching movies.

She had picked up some take out on her way home but after a few bites she took into the kitchen and put it in the refrigerator. She eyes the beer inside but did not pull one out. She longed to have a drink but knew it wasn't prudent. After thirty more minutes of inane remote flipping, she marched in the kitchen and withdrew a beer from the fridge. She popped the cap and took a long swig. Her stomach lurched but she continued to drink anyway.

An hour later she had finished three beers and there was only one left in the fridge. She knew there was no more liquor in the apartment because she had drank the rest of that yesterday. Her only choices were to stop with one more beer or go and get more. Rational thought still reigned as she realized she shouldn't drive to the store to get more. She wondered if any delivered. Of course not, who ever heard of a delivery liquor store.

Finishing the last drink of the beer was almost upsetting to her. She wanted more. Thoughts of Booth kept plaguing her and she needed to forget. She longed for his touch and the feel of his body inside her. She longed to hear his voice. The deep timbre of his voice had been comforting and damn she needed to stop thinking. She threw on her jacket, grabbed her keys and walked out the door.

Navigating the streets slowly and carefully didn't seem difficult. She drove to the closest liquor store and bought enough scotch and beer that someone had to help carry it to her car. This was ridiculous, she thought as she drove back home. Her life had fallen apart and she couldn't regain control. She didn't want control; she wanted badly to erase the memories that haunted her. She arrived back home and three trips to the car later she had brought everything in.

Seated in front on the television once more she cracked open one of the bottles she had bought. She muted the set and turned on the stereo then simply sat there and began to drown her sorrows. Her next coherent thought came when she awoke hours later with a pounding head and aching heart. She undressed and stepped into the shower and let the spray wash over her.

Unfortunately the drinks from later dulled the pain of her broken heart but the memories came pouring back when she thought of how she and Booth had made love in the shower on many occasions. He always loved stepping in behind her when she didn't expect it. The first time he had joined her there she had been embarrassed. She wasn't ashamed of the nudity or the act of the sex itself but she was embarrassed of the intimacy of their actions.

Intimacy had been a problem in the beginning. She had always been able to have sex without strings but with Booth it was different. She couldn't just sleep with him and walk away because he always wanted more and wouldn't be happy until he had penetrated her defenses. As the hot water cascaded down her naked body, she thought of the time that Booth had taken her there. He had joined her, for the first time, in the shower and quickly devoured her. He had lifted her against the wall. Their coupling had be fast a frenzied and left them wanting more.

That day they spent making love, yes, making love had been the happiest day she could ever remember. She would have sworn that they had broken the laws of physics and become one for that short time. It wasn't a short time however. The longer they were together the more she felt as if they had become one but it was never enough for her to give up her convictions on marriage. No matter how much she cared about Booth, in the back of her mind she always knew he would leave…and he had.

It was two in the morning. She had watched every news show imaginable and had even attempted to read her Anthropology Journals but thoughts of Booth continued to disrupt her thoughts. She was hungry but not for food. What she wanted was a drink but she had not recovered from her earlier bout with the bottle. How do you recover from a hang over? She remembered Booth's words, "a little hair of the dog that bit you." Once again she reached for the bottle of scotch and drank herself into oblivion.

Her head was ringing painfully as she opened her eyes. It took a moment to realize that it wasn't her head ringing but her phone. She grabbed it and answered. "Br-brennannn," she said her voice terribly slurred.

"Sweetie? Is that you? You sound terrible."

"Whaisit?"

"Honey what is wrong? Are you sick?"

"Don't feeeeel gooodddd." That was certainly the truth. The fact was that she was three sheets to the wind. She couldn't focus and the room was spinning. She jumped from the couch and stumbled her way to the bathroom. The put the phone on the counter and began throwing up in the toilet. Angela was on the other end of the phone listening to the retching and became worried.

After a few moments Brennan came back on the line. "Andula?" She was still not capable of properly forming her words.

"Brennan, I'm going to come over there. You're sick and…I'll be there in a little bit."

"No!" She yelled into the phone. "Jus need to sleeeeep." Realization was beginning to dawn on Angela. Her friend wasn't sick, she was drunk.

"Sweetie, have you been drinking?"

"A bit," was her response.

"It's eight in the morning. What the hell are you doing drinking?" As far as Brennan could remember it wasn't that early when she had started drinking. She noticed now that the sun was up and the light hurt her eyes.

"Long night."

"Having fun without me huh?"

"Sure. I need to sleep Ang…now." She disconnected the line and crawled into bed. She drifted into the dreamless sleep that she had longed for.

She slept for most of the day and didn't awaken until the sun was setting. Once again she felt terrible when she got up. She knew the drinking had to stop because it was not making things better but for the briefest time she was able to deal with her feelings of Booth. She tried to eat something but was unable to keep it down. Her stomach rebelled at the intrusion of the food and she soon found herself lying on the couch waiting for the nausea to abate.

When her stomach felt as if it wouldn't recoil at the slightest movement she got up. She had been laying there thinking about what was happening to her. She had come to the decision that she needed to get out. She needed some type of recreation to clear her head. Usually in this situation she would work because that had always been able to occupy her thoughts but work was the last thing she wanted to do. The lab held memories of Booth and she didn't need any more reminders of him.

She thought about what Angela would suggest and she soon found herself getting dressed and putting on makeup. She was going out on the town and would have fun if it killed her. She couldn't sit around and be miserable thinking about what she had lost. She would looker something to take her mind off of the source of her pain.

She drove around aimlessly for a while and finally came upon the type of place she was looking for, a club. It looked crowded and that was what she wanted. She wanted to be surrounded by people she didn't know and pretend to be someone she wasn't. She entered the club and was immediately assaulted by loud music and throngs of people. She noticed that the cliental of this establishment catered to a younger crowd. The majority of the people there seemed to be in their early twenties.

What the hell, she thought. She was there to have fun and forget Special Agent Seeley Booth and forget him she would. Amazingly, she was able to find a small table away from the bar that wasn't occupied. She sat down and waited for a waitress to come by. Fifteen minutes later a young woman brought her a drink that she hadn't ordered.

"I didn't order that," she said bluntly to the waitress.

"No shit," she said sarcastically. "It's from the guy at the end of the bar, the hot guy at the end of the bar." Brennan turned and caught the eye of the man that had bought her drink. He lifted his beer and saluted her, giving her a grin and a wink. She smiled her thanks and took the drink. Wine would not have been her choice but buying drinks for people must be some kind of club ritual. When the waitress came back Brennan returned the favor and bought the young man a drink. She smiled to herself, pleased that she was picking up the correct social actions.

She finished her drink when she saw another being laid before her. She turned her head to thank the waitress and saw the guy from the bar standing beside her. "Hi," he said in a deep voice.

"Hi," she replied politely.

"You mind if I sit with you. I notice no one else has had the courage to approach you yet."

"What do you mean courage?"

"You are by far the hottest lady that has stepped in here tonight." He was arrogant. She could tell that immediately but he was structured nicely. "My names Ty," he said sitting down beside her.

"Temperance," she replied.

"That's a beautiful name Temperance. I don't think I've ever heard that before." Since she figured him to be twenty-two or three, she didn't doubt it. "What brings you out her tonight?"

"I needed a change of pace. I thought I would try something different."

"So you've never been here before?"

"No, I never have."

"I didn't think so because I'm sure I would have remembered you." He was trying to be flattering but she wasn't convinced. Places like this were often used to connect with other people. Anthropologically, bars and clubs were socially accepted venues for people to meet for mating purposes. Is that why she was here?

Temperance downed the glass of wine and looked for the waitress to order another drink. "You want another glass?" he asked.

"I think I want something different. What is the stuff you drink with lime and salt?" He looked perplexed for a moment.

"Tequila of course! You want a shot?"

"I think I want several." He smiled brightly at her. She was certain that he thought he had hit the jackpot with this lady. She was lonely and vulnerable and starving for attention. He left and came back a few minutes later carrying several shot glasses. The liquid in them was almost clear with a wedge of lime on the lip.

He took his shot first and then she mimicked his actions. She liked it very much and finished two more shots in succession. "You want to dance?" She didn't hear him at first.

"Excuse me?" He leaned closer to her ear. He was close enough that she could feel his breath against her skin.

"Would you like to dance?" She looked blankly for a moment, contemplating the offer. The she smiled and nodded. Two glasses of wine and three shots of tequila had her feeling brave. Normally she didn't dance but she was feeling flushed and warm and decided to throw caution to the wind.

After three songs, she was winded. He seemed to sense that she needed a break and offered her another drink. "Come on let's go sit and have another shot or two." They quickly finished three more shots and made small talk. When a slow song came over the sound system he grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. He pulled her close, so close that she was almost embarrassed. The liquor made her feel bold and she allowed him to press himself solidly against her. They sway together and he whispered in her ear making her laugh.

His hand roamed over her back until the rested on her hips. He was smiling down at her and she had to admit that he was quite hot, as the waitress had said. For the first time in weeks she was able to put Booth in the back of her mind. This had been a good idea. She needed this. She needed to feel desired by someone…anyone. Ty was stroking her hips and keeping her pressed against him. His head dipped to her neck and he pressed his lips there. That startled her enough to pull away from him slightly.

He smiled down and distanced himself ever so slightly. The song ended and he led her back to the table. She requested more tequila and he went to the bar and obliged. When he returned to the table she seemed lost in thought. "Okay Temperance, have you ever done a body shot?"

"A what?" She had a confused look on her face.

"A body shot. Let me show you. First, you hold the lime in your mouth." She did as he said. "Next, I need to wet a spot on you for the salt." He took his finger and dipped the tip in the tequila. He then rubbed a spot above her right breast and shook a little salt there. She was unsure of his actions but she didn't protest. "Now, hold on to your socks." He leaned into her and ran his tongue over the area he had salted. The feel of his tongue over her breast caused her to shiver. She then watched as his down the liquid and lean close to her to take the lime from her lips and in the process touching his lips to hers.

Temperance had to admit that it was quite an erotic act. She, in turn, repeated the steps on him, except she put the salt on his neck. The finished the remaining two shots and looked at one another with glazed expressions. In the back of her mind, she tried to remember that she was Dr. Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist, and that she had no business cavorting with a guy she had just met that was years younger than herself.

She battled with herself and forced the rational thoughts to the back of her head. When he leaned over to her, she allowed him to kiss her. It wasn't bad as kisses go but it was not the practiced expert kiss that she had received from Booth. In rebellion she grasped Ty around the neck and deepened the kiss. Her tongue met his and she tasted the tequila. Booth be damned. She was out to forget him and forget him she would.

A coherent thought entered her mind. She was in a crowded club practically making out with a guy she had just met and she didn't care. The liquor she had consumed divested her of the inhibitions that would normally quell this type of activity. He pulled away from her for a brief moment. "You want to get out of here?" He asked gruffly. Did she?

"Why not," she said nervously. "I don't live far." She thought that she should get a cab but it wasn't far to her apartment. Surely they could make it there safely. When they reached her car he stumbled around to open her door for her. Before he let her get in he grasped her behind the neck and hauled her against him.

"You are so fucking hot," he mumbled against her lips. His hands went to her breast as his fumbling hands began to fondle her.

"You're not bad yourself." She whispered.

"I can't wait to get inside you Temperance. I want to fuck you all night long." His crude words served to excite her, which surprised her. She admitted that his words were accurate. There would be no making love between them. It would be pure sex, sex that she would use to try and exorcise Booth from her mind if not her heart.

Before he allowed her to get in the car, he had unbuttoned her shirt to display her scantily covered breast. "I just want something to think about on the way to your place." He smiled at her and almost ran to his side of the car. As she drove slowly through town he played with her breast. There was something sensual about driving in the car and allowing someone to touch her like this. It reminded her of the time she and Booth had made love in the parking lot of the Jeffersonian. They were in his SUV with the darkly tinted windows. The thought of being caught made the act that much more exciting.

Ty's touch paled in comparison to Booth but she didn't care. She just wanted to try and erase some of those memories with another's touch. They made it to her door and she fumbled with the keys to her lock. He was touching her and kissing her and managed to remove her shirt. She was shirtless when they walked in and shut the door. His hands were everywhere and her shirt was forgotten in the hallway.

Her bra was quick to find the floor. He was good with his hands, she thought. He was now pinching her nipples and working his greedy mouth to those turgid peaks. Her mind reeled and she began to think how wrong this really was. She was engaging in sex with someone she had met only a few hours before and she began to have an internal battle of wills with herself. She realized that she could not turn back at this point. She was making a statement to herself and to Booth. She didn't need him.

Ty began working the fastener of her pants until he her jeans open and headed toward the floor. She began working the buttons on his shirt until she had freed every last one. At this rate they were not going to make it to the bedroom but she didn't care at this point. This is what she needed. Her alcohol induced state was making her bold and carefree. He backed her against the door and let her unfasten he belt and pants. They soon fell to his knees. She was naked and he was against her.

He spread her legs and touched her center. She was wet and ready for him and that excited him further. He was several inches taller than she was and he bent down to kiss her lips. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her against the door. He lowered her quickly on his hard shaft and she couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped her lips when he buried himself deeply inside her. "God you feel so fucking good. You are fucking tight." He continued he crude speech as he pounded inside of her.

She moaned his name as he pumped inside her. She had never felt as uninhibited as she let him fuck her hard and deep. "Yes Ty, fuck me," she gasped. He moved faster and faster until she felt her release boiling to the surface.

"Oh fuck yeah baby, ride my cock." He had his arms under her thighs, bracing her against the door with her legs spread wide.

"Harder…" she almost shouted. He was moving quickly and deeply within her and she felt her climax hit her hard. She screamed as waves of pleasure engulfed her and then she felt him unloading inside of her. The hot wetness of his cum shooting inside her almost made her orgasm again. He held her for a moment longer before setting her back on her feet. They were both breathing hard. He stepped away from her for a moment and finished removing his pants.

"Where's your bathroom." She gave him directions and reached down to pick up her clothes when he left the room. She picked up his shirt and put it on and went to the kitchen to pour a scotch in a tumbler. She quickly downed two fingers of scotch and poured another before he came back in. She offered him a drink and he took it willingly. He was standing naked in her kitchen drinking scotch as if it were a common everyday occurrence.

He was definitely not ashamed of his body and she realized that he shouldn't be. He was a fine specimen, she admitted. He finished he drink and reached for her again. I think that bears a repeat performance. She wanted to balk but realized that this was what she had wanted. He kissed her deeply and began touching her again. She pulled away and down another generous amount of scotch.

His hand went to her hair and he gripped it and brought her face to his. She could feel him hardening against her and she knew that he was not done with her yet. He removed his shirt from her and looked at her naked body. "Gorgeous," he murmured. "Where's the bedroom. I don't think I can cum that hard standing up again." She led him to her room and he pushed her against the bed. The act was not aggressive but playful.

"Ty?" She said questioningly.

"Are you ready for another ride?" Was she? Even her alcohol clouded mind was questioning her actions. She realized she wanted to tell him no, but couldn't form the words. He took her silence for affirmation and turned her to lay her on her stomach. He hands caressed her back and ass as he pulled her onto her knees. He knelt behind her on the bed. In an instant he back inside her from behind. They both began moaning and gasping as he moved faster within her. He was driving into her hard, fast, "and deep over and over.

Once again her orgasm struck her and she screamed out but he kept pumping. "Yes Temperance. Cum for me baby." He coaxed her through her orgasm and worked her toward another. He came hard and fast inside her again as she reached her third climax. He collapsed on top her for a long time before moving to the head of the bed.

"That was fucking amazing," he said still out of breath. She crawled into the bed beside him without touching. She curled onto her side and began to sob quietly. Ty was already asleep and heard nothing. She had made a grace mistake. The reality of that fact hit her like a Mack truck.

She felt cheap and dirty. Even through the haze of alcohol she knew that she had erred in her decision. The point was to forget Booth but what she had done was remind herself that she loved the man and didn't want anyone but him. Sure the sex was good and she had satisfied her biological urges but this experience was nothing like anything she ever had with the man she loved.

Whether she fell asleep or passed out she didn't know. When she awoke the following morning she had to force herself to open her eyes. She was aware of the fact that she was in bed and naked. She moved in order to get up and felt soreness between her legs. She rolled over and became aware that she was not alone in bed. She looked over to the sleeping form beside her and saw his young face. What have I done? She got out of bed as quietly as possible and slipped into the bathroom.

She was frantic trying to remember the events of the previous evening. She remembered going to the club and drinking and dancing but she had no recollection of leaving. She also had no memory of what had transpired after she got home. She turned the shower on aware of the fact that she needed to cleanse herself. There was no doubt that she had had sex with whoever was in her bed because the evidence was still between her legs.

She felt sick and the urge to vomit was overwhelming. She stepped into the hot shower and began to wash herself. She was scrubbing her body when she felt cool air invade that warmth of her cocoon. She jumped when she saw him standing there smiling at her. "Good morning," he said in a sexy voice. "Mind if I join you?"

He moved to step in but she stepped away. "I'm getting out now. You can have the shower." He looked stupidly at her but did not protest. She almost ran from the bathroom. Dressing quickly, as she never had before; she headed into the kitchen to make coffee. What is his name? She wondered. A knock brought her out of her reverie. She opened the door and saw her best friend standing there with a wide smile on her face.

"Geez Brennan, you look like hell. Long night again?" Angela smiled and lifted the shirt she had worn the night before. "Did you lose this Sweetie?" Oh God! What do I tell her.

"Look Ang, I'm about to leave for the lab. I'll meet you there in a bit." Angela made no move to leave.

"Temperance?" She turned at the voice. Damn!

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No! Can't you just leave for now?" Angela's gaze left hers and looked in the direction of her room. Her smile faded when she saw the young man step out wearing nothing but a towel.

"Oh, uh-hey," he said nervously.

"Well hi there," Angela's gaze returned to Brennan's. "Sweetie? I know there is something you need to tell me."

He walked into the living room. "I-uh-just need to get my clothes." Temperance looked down at her feet and saw his shirt lying there. She hurriedly picked it up and handed it to him. "Thanks," he murmured returning to the bedroom.

Angela saw tears in her friend's eyes. "Who is that?"

Brennan looked at her blankly. That was certainly a valid question but she didn't have valid answer. "I have made a terrible mistake Ang."

"Uh-huh. What is the young hotties name and where did you meet?"

"A club downtown," she answered almost shyly. Angela waited for a moment for her to supply his name.

"Brennan, what is his name?"

"Would you believe it's slipped my mind?"

"You don't know his name?"

"It's more like I don't remember. I know I slept with him but I don't recall any of it."

"How do you not recall?"

"I-I was drinking and woke up this morning and he was here." Angela actually looked appalled.

"Tell me you had protected sex." Brennan turned her face away from her friend's. "Brennan you didn't!"

"I don't think so. I don't know what to do now. I have made a huge mistake here and I don't know what to do. What do I do with him?"

"Honey, I think you need to have a conversation with him and try to figure things out. I'll go. I'll see you at work later." She gave Brennan a quick hug and left the apartment. Ty chose that time to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry about that. I hope I didn't embarrass you in front of your friend."

"Look, I am embarrassed and I don't really know how to say this but I don't have and recollection of what happened last night." There blunt and to the point. She noticed that he looked almost hurt.

"I know we drank pretty heavily Temperance but it was all consensual I swear." She didn't doubt him.

"I'm sorry but I don't remember your name." How embarrassing was that? She never in her life been in this situation and she was finding out quickly that didn't like.

"Ty." Yes she remembered that now. She did think this situation could get anymore uncomfortable than it was now. She averted her gaze from his. What do they do now?

"Look Ty, this is very awkward for me because…well, I have never done anything like this in my life. I'm not sure what is socially correct in this situation."

He looked puzzled for a moment. "If it makes you feel any better, I haven't done this before either." He stuttered over his next words. "I-I m-mean I've d-done that b-b-before but n-not r-r-really."

"Would you like some coffee?" What was she supposed to do with him? How was she supposed to respond to that? "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

"Sure, my full name is Tyler Holt. I'm twenty-two and in my third year of law school." She looked at little stunned at his.

"Wow, that's pretty young…to be that far in law school," He was younger than she had expect or hoped. "I'm from Miami originally and moved her three years ago." He smiled at her as she handed him a steaming mug. "What about you?"

"Dr. Temperance Brennan. I'm a forensic anthropologist for the Jeffersonian Institute. I don't really know what to tell you."

"Temperance Brennan, that sounds vaguely familiar. Are you the writer?"

"Actually I am."

"I knew the name rang a bell." She watched him glance at his watch. "I'm going to be late for class." He stood up awkwardly. "Maybe you could give me tour of the lab some time."

"Sure," she replied nervously.

"I-I would like to see you again," he said bluntly as he reached the door.

"I-I…I don't think…"

"I know things got out of hand last night but I promise that is not the real me. At least let me take you to dinner."

"When do you get out of class?"

"Around three," he answered.

"You could come to the lab and let me show you around and then we can get something to eat." He beamed brightly at her. Was she simply hoping Booth would show up so the could flaunt Ty in his face. I would certainly show him.

"That sounds like a plan. Can I call you on my way over so you can tell me where I need to go?" She walked to the bar and jotted down her number. She opened the door for him and stepped out. He looked shyly at her and then bent down to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. "I'll call you later." She looked down the hall then and saw booth standing with his mouth ajar.

The scene he had just witnessed did not seem innocent to him. He wanted to know what the hell was going. Fury and jealousy shot through him. When he saw the young man leave he stalked over to her. "Busy night Bones?' His voice dripped with sarcasm.