Greetings fellow Boneheads! Well, this is a new story I've been thinking of for a while now, but never really got around to writing and publishing it. Anyways, hope you enjoy! :)

Brennan was awoken by the shrill of her cell phone. She rolled over with a groan, grabbing the device from it's charger. She hits the home button, squinting instantly at the numbers burning her eyes, reading 12:43am.

"Brennan." she answered groggily.

"H...Hey Bones."

"Booth? What the hell? Are you drunk?" she asked sleepily.

"Me? Drunk? No!" he slurred.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the uh...the uh...oh! The Founding Fathers. That's where I am."

"I'll be there in five minutes." Brennan said, pushing herself out of bed.

"No Bones, you...you don't need to. I can ju...just take a cab." he slurred out in response.

"No, I'm coming to get you. Where is Hannah? Why isn't she with you?"

"We had a fight, and then she just suddenly left claiming she was, 'hot on a story.' She said that she didn't want to be with me anymore because I was 'pressuring' her too much about 'changing who she is.' I didn't even get what the fuck she was talking about to be honest."

"I'm two blocks away, are you inside or outside?"

"I'm...I'm at the bar."

"Okay, wait there. Don't move." Brennan instructed.

"Mmkhay. Whatever you say." he slurred again, ending the call.

Not even two minutes after ending the call, Brennan pulled into the alley behind the Founding Fathers. She exited her Prius quickly, racing around to the entrance of the pub. She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees his familiar slumped over broad shoulders and his right leg bouncing on the barstool.

"Booth." she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Wha...Bones! Hi!" he exclaimed with drunken glee.

"Come on Booth, lets get you home."

"Nah, net yet. Lemme buy you a few drinks, make up for dragging you out of bed to come get me. Which you didn't have to do by the way."

"Booth, I can't possibly..."

He cut her off, "This is on me Bones, so just sit back and relax a little."

She opened her mouth to object, but Booth was already yelling to the bartender what shots he wanted. The bartender slid Booth the seven shots of Bourbon he ordered, and Brennan gave him a wide eyed look.

"Seven?!" she exclaimed.

"Not all for you, two are for me. The rest are for you. Don't even tell me that those are too many, just shut your mouth and drink!" he said with a laugh.

Brennan gave him a succinct disapproving look before throwing back her shot, in between shots, she listened to him vent about his fight with Hannah, not that she really cared anyway. Soon, Brennan notices that she's buzzed. More than buzzed actually. After taking her first five shots, Booth had ordered her two more, and that was what blurred the line between buzzed and drunk.

Eventually, the bartender came over and told them that he'd called a cab for them. Brennan checked her phone with trembling hands, the time reading 2:08am, and she realized that she needed to be in work in less than six hours.

Booth thanked the bartender, and he and Brennan practically stumbled outside. It was pouring down rain, and they both ran to the awaiting cab to avoid getting drenched. Booth told the cabbie his address, then informed Brennan that she was sleeping on his couch. She gave him a look of objection, but he wouldn't hear anything different.

They weren't exactly sure when, but the cabbie dropped them off outside Booth's apartment building. Brennan was out of the cab first, while Booth threw some bills at the driver and got out himself.

Stumbling up to his apartment, Booth opened the door and went in first, Brennan following behind him. When the door closed, he turned around and pinned her against the door, devouring her lips with his.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she exclaimed, pushing him, but he wouldn't budge.

"I want this. I want you." he murmured.

"But you're still with Hannah." she said, moaning as he kissed her neck.

"Did you not hear me earlier? She doesn't want to be with me anymore. I'm back on the market. I'm all alone, and it's you that I want."

"Booth..." she whispered desperately.

"Don't tell me that you don't want this too, because I know you do." he grunted as she wrapped her legs around him.

"I do. I do want this." she mumbled against his mouth.

Her legs still wrapped around his waist, he took a step back from the door. His dark eyes burned passionately into her light ones, watching as she gave him a nod.

And he turned around, and carried her to the bedroom.

Sorry, I just had to do a cliff hanger here ;) Sound interesting? I'll be posting the next chapter tomorrow...well later today because it's almost 3am where I live. Hope you like it so far! Review? :)