AN: I am keeping all the science stuff vague, because I don't know the correct terminology. If anything is wrong call it artist license :) Thank you for your constructive reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't own bones

"No peeking bones, wouldn't want you to get any ideas." Booth smirked

Booth and his smirk make me want to strangle him… or kiss him… Turning so my back to him was more difficult than it was reasonable. Not like I haven't seen it all before. Although… he is a particularly fine specimen . "Alpha male tendencies lead adult men to think that peeing standing up indicates a level of associated manliness" Is he humming? Weird, Booth never hums. "Booth do you need assistance?"

"What, NO! Why!" Booth answered sharply

"I thought the cuffs might be interfering…" speaking quietly to the locked door. Is he humming louder? Apparently men refuse to have discourse while urinating. How long does it take? Staring at the door was becoming tedious.

"Bones you can turn around now." Booth sounded relaxed and much calmer than before. While turning to look at him the opaque two-way mirror flashed drawing our attention, we both tensed. It cleared and we could see a short balding man, with a mustache in a lab coat standing behind a console and a microphone.

"Agent Booth, glad to see the bump to the head has caused no lasting harm to the minor intelligence you have." Dr. Jonas Tilman spoke slowly as to a small child.

"Bite me baldy." Booths response seemed to only validate Tilman's opinion.

Shooting a look at Booth I responded to Tilman. "Did you bring us here, so you could compete with us? As far as we are concerned you are far inferior to Booth and me." Booth started to laugh. It slid up my spine, causing me to tense in different ways. His laugh is great.

"Now Dr. Brennan, I already competed with you and won. Remember you came willingly." Tilman oozed as he smiled creepily. Yeah but you cheated.

"Bones?" Booth sounds… confused? Doesn't he remember?


THEN:

"Bones… Bones, are you listening?"Booth asked

"Yes, you said we have a case. Booth, I always listen." Even if you do not make sense. Refusing to be rushed by Booth, most of my concentration remained on the bones in front of me.

"Well… are you coming?" Sighing, while slipping off my gloves, my gaze shot to his. He smiled, and my hesitance melted away. Of course, never could resist you.

"I'll get my stuff." He joined me as we walked out of the Jeffersonian

((O))

After driving for 15 minutes without conversing, Booth spoke "Bones, what is wrong, and before you say nothing I had to twist your arm to get you to go, plus you haven't spoken since we got in the car"

"If you had twisted my arm, I would have instinctively flipped you over my shoulder. Besides nothing is wrong; I bet Angela that you couldn't go 20 minutes without talking. She owes me 10 dollars." Smiling when he looked at me like I'd said something in a foreign language. You're getting easier to distract Booth. Which was preferable to talking about my dream. Flashes of heat, and shadowed flesh slipped through my mind. Compartmentalize or have sex. Either way stop thinking about Booth like this, he is your partner and therefore unavailable.

"I can to go 20 minutes without talking, Watch." Booth shut his mouth, pinched his fingers together. Traced his pinched over his mouth, twisted his fingers and acted like he threw something over his shoulder. Why do people do that? Looking at him wasn't helping my libido so my gaze slid to the scenery that we were passing.

((O))

Twenty minutes later we were pulling up to a tall ominous building with mostyly broken windows. Unpainted for more than a decade the building was gray, and clearly abandoned. We stepped out of the SUV and we made our way up the dilapidated stairs. As we passed the FBI Support crew, my eye went to Booths in question. It's so bad in here everyone is holding back till you get a look at the bones. Then we move out of the way while someone else collects the evidence." He explained.

A sign caught my attention. "An abandoned hospital?" I asked Booth

"Yeah more than 20 years. No one should be hanging around here. The place is a mess in some places the floor is completely gone. A group of teenager looking for a scare, found one. They broke in and were 'exploring' when they found the bones' on the second floor, psyche ward, room 24" Confused at the lack of activity inside the building, "The first floor was as bad a he described, doors hanging from one hinge. Holes in the wall and the floor. A reception desk occupied by a giant spider web. Booth noticed my gaze and commented "Should we sign in?" Booth led the way through the dust following the footprints of the intrepid explorers, our foot step echoing down the hallway. Eerie

When he paused several times to direct me around holes in the floor and missing steps, irritation burned through me."Booth, I am capable of taking care of myself, your constant mother hovering is driving me insane" Glaring as I entered the hallway and headed towards the room indicated by Booth.

"Good thing we're in the psyche ward, huh Bones... and it's Mother Hening" Booth muttered making me laugh quietly

Pausing in the door way my eyes took stock of the tiny cell of a room. A small window, obscured by dirt and cobwebs let in almost no light, but a cot was visible against the far wall. Taking out my flashlight while cautiously, moving into the room I played the light over the object lying on the cot. "Two sets of remains. Male 20-25. Female 20-25. No obvious signs of trauma. Looks like they were bound based on how the limbs are arranged." Are they holding each other? Taking pictures of this is imperative. My hand carefully slipped my camera from the bag slung over my shoulders. In an attempt to get a better angle on the remains, my feet slowly shuffle further into the room.

"Be careful" Booth hissed. He paused in the door clearly unwilling to risk both of us on the rotted floor.

"Booth, why are you whispering? The floor will not weaken further by speaking in normal tones. Though I would suggest you stay out there, while I collect the remains" Silly man.

"Bones at least let me get a rope. Just in case the floor gives way, so you don't fall all the way to the basement." Booth pleaded with me.

"No Booth, I'm Fi…" a cracking sound interrupted me, and all the fine hair on my neck stood up as adrenaline rushed through my system. Oh Hell…. The floor buckled under my feet but held. My eyes felt huge as they swung from the floor to Booths Face.

"Bones… Don't move. I'm going to get a rope" Booth was whispering again. Panic was clear in his eyes. Maybe he's right… again.

"Okay... " I whispered back. A cracking sound, then I was falling. "Booth!"