Title: When Danger Comes, I Know

Pairings: Booth/Brennan, possibly Angelina/Hudgins

Summary: A little fanfiction I wrote for the tv show "Bones." It's about when Brennan goes out drinking and, with her newly loosened tongue, tells a man Mario everything about her. Now he's after her. Can Booth protect her? Read and find out. WARNING: Last chapter contains sexual content. Do not read if you are not of age 18 or older, or if you don't want to read that type of content.

Authors Note: Hello all, Ang here. Aly will be doing every chapter in a different POV, part 1 in Brennan's, part 2 in Booth's, and part 3 in either myself or Hudgens' POV, so you can see it from anyone's POV. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 Part1: Drunken Beginnings

I really have no idea why I did it. It was stupid, uncharacteristic, and irresponsible. I was supposed to be responsible for Booth. But I went to the bar and got drunk anyway. Stupid me. Anyways, I'm not at my best when I'm drunk, I'm more girly and vulnerable. And dumb. I can't even figure basic multiplication. I once spent an hour drunk trying to remember 5 x 4.

So I was sitting at the bar. Now I think I remember. I had come with Angela. Hudgins found her and took her home. Leaving me here, alone, in a bar. Not good. Then a man came up to me and started buying me drinks and asking me questions.

"Well hello there. Aren't you a pretty sight? Now, may I ask what your name is?" The man asked as he came over.

"Temperance Brenan." I offered.

"Mario Opal." He shook my hand. "May I buy you a drink Temperance?"

So it continued, with questions about where I lived, friends, family, single or not, dancing, ext. Finally, I was very drunk. He took me to dance, and from what I hear, I was pretty good, for a drunk (this coming from the bartender.)

Then he asked for my phone number. I gave it to him. He kissed me, fast and rough. I was in a mix of battles. Drunken me wanted to just be fucked, flirty me wanted to take it slow, Sex craving me was saying that this wasn't the guy I should lose my virginity to, especially not in these conditions, and that Booth was way hotter, being a "type 4." Whatever that is. Brenan (I refer to my professional side as Brenan) was screaming this was a bad idea, and that I should leave immediately, drive home, something. Tempe (the regular, nothing special me, and the one who was usually right) was suggesting I call Booth secretly. Mario was the younger cousin of Joe, the bartender. He had allowed Mario the bar for the night after he left. It was but a few minutes, and Mario already was pushing me for sex. I tried to push him away, but he put a knife to my throat.

Now Tempe was consulting flirty me. That was odd. Flirty me was, like, never right. Tempe and flirt (I need to think up a name for her) were having an odd conversation about seductions. This guy is definitely a type A, most common type of guy. Type A usually waits until close to closing time, picks the hottest girl there, and then takes her to somewhere where they could fuck. If you wanted to make a call, you'd probably need a lot of flirting. Type A is only out for sex. Flirty me explained. Ok girl, listen up and listen good. I can't believe I'm saying this, but listen to Miss Flirts a lot here. She'll help you get away from him, but from what I heard it won't be easy, and you'll be pushed for time. Listen to Flirt girl, this is her thing. All yours Flirt. Tempe said to me. Hey me, what's up? Okay listen, there's nothing Type A likes worse than unattractiveness, and one of the least attractive things to this guy is probably bad breath. Give him a stink bomb, then act embarrassed and suggest you go freshen up. Hopefully he'll let you go. This gives you about 3 or 4 minutes to talk to the hot agent. If he doesn't, well, I'll come up with the other thing after, but for now, act like this is what you totally want, and he should be pretty compliant.

I hated to admit it, but flirty me (Ang, that's what I'll call her) had a point. What Ang was suggesting was simple, really, and made sense, so I went with it.

What should I say? Something sexy, like "God I need you Mario." Yeah, that's good, say that. Put in a few moans before it. Wonderful, I thought, but moaned anyway.

"Like that, do ya Tempe?" He slurred, the knife pushing slightly harder into my neck. Agree "Oh god yea Mario. I need this so badly."

"Oh hell yeah Mario, I need this so badly. I need you." I slurred. How I managed to turn "God" into "Hell" and add the other sentence, I may never know, but it seemed to push Mario on. Okay, let it out now. As a moan. Ang said. I moaned, letting the smell of alcohol out on it. Now on with the embarrassment. Ang urged. I did.

"Oh my god Mario, I'm so sorry." I stammered convincingly. He still had the knife close to my throat. "Maybe I should freshen up in the restroom. There were no windows in the restroom, so I guess that would help. He knew I couldn't escape. "Yeah, sure." He said. Holding the knife to my throat most of the way, and stopping before the restroom, he pointed the knife at me. "Two minutes." He growled. I walked in.

As soon as the door shut I whipped out my cell. Ring….Ring…Ring…

Please Booth, answer. I prayed silently. My prayers were answered. "Booth." He said. I almost cried when I heard his voice. "Bones? Bones, what's wrong?" Whispering hurriedly, I said to him quietly "Booth, please. I need you to pick me up at The Full Moon. Please Booth, I'm scared. It's Mario, he…shit, I've gotta go. Please Booth, hurry." Then I hung up, stuck the cell in my purse, and rushed out.

Booth was closer than I'd thought. With a combination of no traffic at 3 a.m. and the fact he was simply a block away, Booth got to me by the time Mario had my tank top off. He pulled Mario off me, and grabbed me, holding me close. The knife had grazed my throat, cutting me just enough to make me bleed, but not badly. Mario was knocked out, from the thrown into the wall part, or the alcohol, I didn't know or care. I looked for my shirt, but couldn't find it. Booth took off his jacket. It was quite chilly outside, and I felt something as I realized that Booth cared enough abut me to hand me his only coat, and go around in a short sleeve shirt, in the middle of a winter snowstorm, just so that I would be decent. I was probably reading too much into it, but It was a sweet thing anyways. I was still slightly drunk, but mostly sobered up. Good thing too, or god knows what I would have told Booth.

We were going to head to my apartment, but then I remembered what Mario had said to me as he saw Booth break the door down. "You haven't seen the last of me." I hated to admit it, but I was scared. I had told that man almost everything about me, from my address to phone number to where I worked. He could easily find me. So as Booth made to go to my apartment, I stopped him.

"Please don't go to my apartment." I begged, not wanting him to leave me alone. When he looked at me questioningly, I knew I had to tell him I was scared. "I'm scared. He knows where I live. He said when you broke the door open he'd come for me. Please, can I stay at your apartment?" I asked. He looked at me and nodded.

"Sure Bones. We'll go there." He said, and started to his house instead.

When we got inside, he led me to the guest bedroom. "You can sleep here. I have a shirt you can wear. Wait right here," He said, and I saw him go into the door opposite the guest bedroom, which I could only assume was his room. He came back with a large shirt.

"Here Bones, you can wear this tonight. If you want, I can have someone stop at your house tomorrow. If you told him where you live, and he's looking for you, you should stay here for a while." He said. I nodded. "I need to know what else you told him. I know you're drunk, and it loosened your tongue, I get that. He meant for it to happen. I just need to know so that I can help you." He said, looking into my eyes.

I hesitated, then told him. "I told him I was a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian, and I told him that my best friend Ang worked there with me. Then I told him that I worked with my partner on murder crimes. I didn't say your name. He didn't ask, and I was too drunk to remember anyways. I told him my phone number, house phone, not cell, and I told him I had written a book. That was it."

Booth nodded, thinking it over. Finally he said "I don't think that you should go into work tomorrow, and I think Angela might want to take the day off too. I'll call her later though. I'll leave if you want to change and give me my coat back." He smiled at me. I agreed and took off the coat when he had left.

I walked out in the tee shirt he had given me and my jeans. I'd take those off later, before I got into bed. Booth took the coat and asked "You want anything? Food? Drinks?"

"I am a little hungry." I admitted.

"Well alright then! How about some Chinese, huh Bones?" He asked. I nodded. "Okay then, you can watch television while I go order. He left and I sat on the couch. I turned the t. v. on and watched some reality show about a doctor and some other people stranded on some island. A commercial told her the name was "Lost." It was actually quite good, but she wondered who these "others" they were talking about were.

The Chinese arrived about 20 minutes later, and they ate it while watching Lost. Finally, the show was over, the Chinese gone, and I yawned. That did it for Booth. "Come on Bones. To bed with you." And so I followed him into the guest bedroom.

I woke up and checked the clock. I had only been asleep for an hour. I yawned and sat up, but as I did, I saw an unpleasantly familiar face grinning at me. I tried to yell for Booth, but he slapped a hand over my mouth and held the knife to my throat. "First I'm going to rape you, then kill you Tempe." He whispered in my ear. As soon as he let my mouth go I screamed. Then I was being shaken. Wait.. Shaken?

My eyes shot open to see the blurry image of Booth sitting at the edge of my bed, staring concernedly at me. The darkness still in the room told me it was late, and a look at the clock told me it was 3:20. I had only fallen asleep 40 minutes ago. No wonder I was still tired.

He pulled me into his arms for a friendly hug, and I returned it. I was glad to know Booth was here for me. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Okay, I'm going to go back to my room. Try to get some sleep." "No, wait. Don't go. Please just stay. I need you to." I told him. He looked at me for a moment before climbing into bed with me.

I woke up at 10:00 a.m. feeling very refreshed. Then I realized something. I wasn't alone in the bed. I tensed, immediately thinking of Mario, then relaxed as I smelled a mix of coffee, some woodsy scent, and another, almost smoky scent that belonged to Booth. That's when it hit me.

I had slept with Seeley Booth.

Author's Note: Booth here. My day was great, as you now know. I slept with Bones! Well anyway, Ally's not here, but I know she would really appreciate it if you could give her some feedback on this chapter.

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