Chapter 2

"Why are you here?" She questioned harshly.

"I needed your opinion on something Zack brought up yesterday. Sorry I intruded on your little…whatever the hell you want to call it." She was taken aback by his sardonic tone. "Young, hot thing like that. Did he make you feel all tingly?" Her hand arced through the air in an attempt to make contact with his face. He caught it right before it landed.

She was surprised as he to her hand roughly in his and wrenched it behind her back. He stepped in to her and pinned her against the wall with his own body.

"Get away from me!" She almost screamed.

Booth was appalled by her behavior because he had never seen her display this type of anger. Sure, she had been pissed before but she was on the verge of being out of control. She was trembling against him and tears collected in her eyes. "Does my touch bother you?"

"Let me go! I don't want you touching me!" She struggled against him but could not free herself.

Booth was appalled by her actions. She vaguely resembled the woman he knew and loved. Her reaction to him was disturbing but he thought it would be best if he just released her and left.

He didn't manhandle her. She had tried to slap him and he was merely protecting himself. She had fought to free herself but let her go only when he was ready. She longed for his touch. Even in anger he had felt so good to her but she would never break down and admit her need. He was angry with her and maybe he had the right. What would she have thought about seeing a young woman leaving his apartment early in the morning? There was no doubt in his mind that she would be livid and full of hatred. But, she had not been the one to leave Booth. He ended their relationship so, essentially, she was free to see whoever she wanted. What right did he have to really be angry?

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Temperance finished getting dressed. She chose a high necked shirt, unlike anything she ever wore, because her neck was riddled with several visible marks from the previous night's activities. She was disgusted with herself and fought the urge to get back in the shower and cleanse herself again. She was certain she had made worse choices in her life but they paled in comparison to last night's fiasco.

She drove to the Jeffersonian and prayed she would not have to see Booth again. Her prayers went unanswered because Booth was on the platform with Zack when she arrived. Hard eyes glanced in her direction but she tried to ignore and went to her office.

Angela intercepted her on the way. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said wanting to avoid any conversation about this morning. "I just need to get to work. I will tell you that Ty may be coming to the lab later to look around and then we're going to dinner. I guess it's the least I could do." Angela laughed.

"If your neck was any indication I think you've already provided enough services for the young man. I wouldn't go any further above or beyond."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Are you seriously considering going out with him? Brennan he looks sixteen.""He's in his third year of med school. So what if he's a little younger?" He friend looked dubious. "I refuse to talk to you about this. I am an adult and can make decisions on my own." She turned away from Angela walked into her office.

She sat behind her desk doing paper work for over an hour when her phone rang. "Brennan," she answered.

"Hi there," a deep voice said but she said nothing. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me already," he said attempting to sound hurt.

"Ty?"

"At your service ma'am." She laughed nervously. "I have to admit I was pretty nervous about phoning you Temperance. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

"I was doing paperwork. I thought you said you had class."

"Yeah well, I find my mind keeps drifting." She could feel her face flush with heat. "I really want to see you again…soon."

"I'm f-flattered. Why don't you come to the lab for that tour? You did promise food afterword."

"That I did. Are you busy? Is now a good time?"

"Sure, there's nothing pressing at the moment. When can you get here?"

"How about an hour?"

"I'll let security know I expect you."

"Cool, I see you in an hour then." She hung up her phone and sat quietly for a moment. She knew she should feel guilty for encouraging his attention. All she knew what that she needed the attention and the contact of another person. She got up from the desk and shut her door. Unlike her she locked it and shut the blinds. She went back to her seat and opened the bottom drawer of her file cabinet.

When she got to her office this morning she deposited a bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet. She told herself she would keep it there to celebrate solved cases but she found she needed it to calm her nerves. She opened the bottle and took a swig without using a glass. Her intent was to drink enough of the liquid to steady herself for her upcoming meeting. Several drinks later she found herself becoming lightheaded.

She replaced the bottle and went to reopen her door. She gasped in surprise when she found Booth standing outside with his arm poised to knock. She jumped back from him and looked away. There was every possibility that he would smell the booze on her breath. "I just came by to apologize. I had no right to act like I did this morning."

Her main goal was to get him away from her office quickly. "Just forget about it Booth. It's not important. I've already forgotten the episode." Like hell, he thought.

"Do you think you can get away and go to the diner with me for lunch? I'll probably be here most of the day working with Zack but I'd really like a chance to talk with you."

"Actually, I can't today. I'm expecting someone for a tour." Booth's jaw tightened.

"Your new boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend Booth." Should he be relieved by that admission, he wasn't. He leaned closer to her and spoke again.

"What is he then?" She gasped when she felt his breath on her cheek. Booth's head immediately snapped back as he got a whiff of the alcohol on her breath. "Bones, have you been drinking?" He whispered.

"Of course not Booth, it's only nine-thirty and I am at work." He was not in the least way convinced.

"Talk to me Temperance. What is going on in that beautiful head of yours?" His hand reached up ad stroked the side of her check. He stepped closer and backed her into her office. He tilted her face and lowered his head. "Please tell me what I can do?" Nothing! You can't fix this. She screamed in her head.

"Please just let me go," she whispered. His lips were just a hairs breath away from hers.

"Just one taste please," he begged. His lips touched hers and she instantly hated herself for the completeness she felt. Her lips parted as Booth's mouth plundered hers. There was no mistaking the taste of scotch. His arms went to move around her and she abruptly stepped back and pushed against him.

"Don't ever touch me again." She seethed, angrier with her reaction than his action. There is nothing more she wanted than to be close to Booth. "If you continue to harass me at work I will make a formal complaint with Cullen." That caused he jaw to flex.

"I'm sure Cullen will be interested to know that we were lovers. Hell, he's probably the one that won the pool at the office." She looked confused. "You know the bet that was going around wondering how long it would take me to get you in bed. Maybe you can confirm the dates for them." She wanted to slap his face again but after her failure this morning she refused to give him any more satisfaction for stopping her.

"You should be proud. Did they give you a cut of the booty too?"

"Of course Bones! I put money on myself because I knew I could get you flat on your back. Took a little longer than I had anticipated but I knew you would give it up."

"You're a bastard!" She spit out.

"My mother would likely disagree with you. You know I should be proud. There were a lot of people that said I would never get the ice queen in bed. I just want you to know I never thought you were a frigid bitch."

"After last night, I don't think Ty thinks of me as frigid. I think I, what is the phrase, rocked his world." The insults were not fun any longer. Jealousy threatened to erupt within him. The mere thought of another man touching her made him physically ill. "You would have been proud I think. He was amazingly adventurous. He's also a lot stronger that you would think because he was able to hold my entire weight up against the wall while…""Enough! I don't care whether or not he's Atlas himself. You shouldn't be proud of screwing a twelve-year old."

"He's in his third year of med school."

"Oh goody another nerd for your squint squad."

"Ty, you're early." She walked around Booth and put her arms around Ty's neck and brought his lips down to her own. The kiss was sultry and erotic. Ty looked dazed when she pulled away from him. "Tyler Holt, I'd like you to meet Special Agent Seeley Booth. We used to be partners and now he works with another anthropologist." Ty held out his hand to shake Booths.

"Pleasure," Ty said. Booth was in danger of allowing his rage to win the internal battle it was engaged in. Booth looked incredulously at her. He could hardly fathom her actions but he was afraid to question her any further. He muttered a pleasantry to Ty and went off in search of Zack. He made it a few steps before turning back to her.

"I need to speak to you about the case later." He said gruffly.

"It will have to be in the morning. Ty and I are headed out in a bit." He turned without another word. "Come on in my office." She took him by the hand and led him inside. She closed and locked the door when they had entered. "Would you like a drink?"

"Coffee would be great."

"I was thinking more along the lines of something stronger. I have scotch." He was surprised that she offered something like that. First, it wasn't even noon. Second, she was at work.

"Sure, I guess. Whatever you're having." He sat on the sofa and thought back to the welcome kiss she had given him. He was surprised to say the least because that was certainly not the welcome he had expected.

He watched her pull out two plastic cups and walk over to him with the bottle. "It's really not been a good day. Normally, I would never consider drinking at work but I have had about as much as I could stand." She poured to drinks and handed him his. She picked her up and down the amber liquid in one gulp. She immediately poured another and did the same thing. The third drink she poured she merely held and sipped. "Sorry, it's been a really bad day."

"Yeah, you said that. Wanna tell me about it?" he asked.

"Actually I think I would rather forget about it." She scooted a little closer to him. The drinks she had earlier combined with the ones she just had were causing her to slur her words slightly. "You know Ty, I have never been a very unorthodox person, about a lot of things. Socially, I don't try too many different things but there is something I would like to do." She placed her hand on his thigh.

He gulped visibly and took another drink. "Temperance, I thought you were going to show me around the lab. I was really looking forward to that." She threw back the last of her drink and took a deep breath. Without hesitation she stood and threw a leg over his thigh and straddled him.

"You really want to tour the lab right now?" She was doing her best impression of a seductress and she could feel beneath her that it was working. She leaned in to kiss him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He was taken aback but could do nothing but return the kiss. A hint of self consternation invaded her mind but she buried it and began to unbutton his shirt.

There was no doubt he was nervous. I was probably a new experience for him just as he said last night had been. To hell with it, she thought. She needed to vanquish Booth's touch and she had someone willing to help her. She was aware of the fact that he tried to slow her kisses but she was having none if. She didn't want slow or tender.

He made no moved to divest her of her shirt so she assisted by lifting it over her head and throwing on the table in front of the. He looked down at her with wide eyes. She's gorgeous, he thought. His embarrassment soon turned to desire as his hands grasped each of her breasts and began to mold them. "Harder," she groaned against his lips. He seemed happy to oblige.

He worked the front clasp of her bra and admired the view before them. Burying his head between her breasts she gasped his name and pulled his head tighter against her. "Are you sure we should do this here?" He muttered.

"Are you shy now? You didn't seem shy last night."

"Thought you didn't remember that."

"I got my memory back," it was a small lie. What was not a lie though was the actual desire she felt. She moved her hands down to work the belt and fastener of his pants. The alcohol had made her brazen. There had only been one person who had made her think about sex in her office and that was the one person she wanted to forget.

Just as she wrapped her hand around him, he let out a loud moan. "I wanna fuck you now," she gasped as the door to her office opened.

"Dr. Brennan I ne…" Standing in the doorway dumbfounded was none that her boss, Dr. Soroyan.

"Oh shit," Ty muttered trying to move from under Brennan. Brennan face flashed beet red and she too stared openmouthed. Hadn't she looked the door?

"You have two minutes to get in my office." With that Cam slammed the door and disappeared. Booth appeared beside her.

"Problem Camille?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm not short one forensic anthropologist." He stopped short and then caught up with her.

"What the hell happened?"

"Dr. Brennan and her noon time tryst in the office. The Jeffersonian Institute is not a pay by the hour motel. It was bad enough when Jack and Angela were screwing around every corner." Screwing?

"You mean Bones is…"

"Getting laid in her office? Bingo baby!"