Author Note: This is a new story of one-shots. Don't worry; I'm not abandoning any of my other stories, for those of you who actually care.

This is basically what some of the episodes would look like if Bones and Booth were together from the very first start. Now, obviously, some parts of the episodes will be missing, for example; Sully will be talked about, but not involved. But I will try my best to put actually quotes. I'll also try to do it in order, but the reruns that show on TV are pretty random. This is more for pleasure than anything, but it's been stuck in my head for a while and I needed to write it out. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Same story. Wished I owned Bones. But I don't. :(

01x15 - Two Bodies in the Lab

(GeneralPOV)

"You know Booth's pissed that you came here."

Brennan scoffed, frustrated. She was going to get some take-out for Booth and herself when there were multiple shots headed in her direction. It wasn't as if she was actually injured.

"They had more questions for you at the scene," Angela informed. She was worried for her best friend. Working when someone tried to shoot her? The artist looked at Bren warily.

"He didn't want to come here because he didn't want to park in structure," Brennan replied, with a slight teasing in her voice. Ever since Booth and Brennan were together, she has gotten much better at joking.

But she knew he was going to be furious. Everyone else was just worried. Even Zack, one of the most rational people she knew, aside from herself, was suggesting paranoid theories of her assassination. And, of course, that spurred Hodgins along. But right now, the most logical and efficient thing to do was to help and get this case solved. And that meant that Brennan had to compartmentalize and get things done as quickly as possible.

As Angela sighed, Brennan was looking at the skull in front of her.

"Zack," she snapped, "These bullet wounds haven't been cleaned."

Her assistant approached her hesitantly, "I worked on them for hours, Dr. Brennan."

"Then that wasn't long enough, was it?" Brennan barked. She sighed, straightening and collecting herself.

She needed to get a hold of herself, she chastised silently. She needed to detach her feelings at the moment to help get things done.

She apologized and then showed her intern the best way to clean the wound, not hearing the comment Zack made when she left him to his work.

Brennan was looking at a bone chip under the microscope when she heard something that made herself sigh and look up.

"Bones, what the hell are you doing?"

She frowned, but her heart lifted as she met the worried face of her partner. "Working," she explained, slowing down each syllable as if teaching a young adolescent a new word. "Why does everyone find that so odd?"

She didn't finish her sentence before Booth started his typical rant. "Why? Oh, I don't know!" he said with heavy sarcasm and a glare on his usually calm face. "Maybe because an hour ago, someone tried to kill you!"

But before she could protest, he started again, "I don't think it's a good idea, at all, for you to continue these cases!" But then he saw the stubborn and defiant look in her eyes. Booth sighed and lead her into her office, ignoring the curious looks from their co-workers.

When the door and blinds were both closed, he turned to the fuming scientist. He ever so gently stroked her cheek once and left it there. Brennan sighed at the warmth emanating from the calloused, but soft, texture.

"Are you alright?" Booth asked, his concerned eyes looking into her crystal ones.

"Booth," Brennan said, exasperatedly, "I told you over the phone; I'm fine. My jacket has a hole in it, but there was no blood."

Brennan trailed off when she noticed how his eyes were hard again. Then she realized her mistake. "I didn't tell you that part. Did I?"

"No." His answer was curt and short. It made her slightly flinch. "You did not."

"Look, Bones," he started, "I don't want you working this case."

"I'll be-"

"Don't say you'll be fine!" Booth interrupted, his temper flaring again.

Booth hated it when his Bones said she was fine. It was always there. She said it every single time something happened that would make a normal person go into a depression. It was there when she told him about her dysfunctional family. When there was a particularly difficult case. No matter what it was, the 'fine' was always there. It was so predictable and, yet, always managed to surprise himself every damn time. And, the worse part of it were her eyes. Her beautiful, blue eyes would turn to ice, and gave a dead look on her precious face. A look that made his heart clench slightly with sadness. It hurt him to see the strong Bones just...shut down.

He, very slowly, took a calming breath, while he placed his other hand on her cheek as well.

"Be rational," Booth begged. "Whoever this was is obviously not going to stop until you stop your investigation!"

"Booth," she sighed, looking up at him. "Thousands of people want me to stop doing what I do. But I'm not just going to roll over and give up. I'm going to find whoever it was that killed that man and girl. And we will give justice to their families. Together." Brennan emphasized the last part. She was going to help; not matter what. And she wanted Booth to know that.

And Booth did.

He weakly chuckled as he set his forehead against hers. "You're so stubborn."

"I like to think I'm just determined," Brennan smiled, glad he was laughing again.

But, all too quickly, the smile was gone and Booth was serious again.

"Alright, fine," he said, giving in.

Brennan smiled when she thought Booth had finally seen her way. But maybe that thought was a little premature.

"But," he sharply continued, "one more threat, Bones? One more freaking incident? And I'm locking you in your lab."

Brennan rolled her eyes, but agreed. It was the best deal she could get at the moment.

"Good," Booth said, kissing her on her red lips. "Good."

Booth kissed her again. This time forcing her lips open and burying his tongue into her silky mouth and lightly playing with her tongue. With a small moan from Brennan, Booth slid one arm down from her face and wrapped it around her dainty waist. He groaned as her chest pressed up against him and her hands clenched his hair.

They were both so lost in each other, that they almost didn't notice Dr. Goodman knock and enter Brennan's office.

"I hate to interrupt but there is a homicide investigation going on and I would like it if my top forensic anthropologist was doing her job," Goodman said with a stern voice. But it didn't do much as they saw him smirking with amusement.

"I apologize, Dr. Goodman," the slightly flustered woman said. "I'll be right out."

Booth turned to Brennan as Dr. Goodman closed the door once more. He slightly rubbed his thumb against his Bones' swollen lips.

"Come on," he sighed. "Let's go catch the son of a bitch that did this."

"But, Booth," Brennan protested. "Shouldn't you be interrogating suspects?"

"I will. After you finish with this, we'll go together."

"It would save more time if you go now," Brennan offered. Brennan didn't want Booth to leave, but it was only logical.

"Bones," Booth said sternly, "I'm not leaving you out of my sight 'till I find out who is trying I kill you."

Brennan smiled. "I have absolutely no problem with that, whatsoever."

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