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Previously in Danger in the Date:

Her brain was still catching up when she heard the door slam shut. She tried to remember what she'd said to him. It had all gone so fast... But then, he shouldn't try to tell her what to do! People had been transferring her from place to place when she was a child and she had never been able to do what she wanted. Nobody had ever cared to ask her, "Temperance, honey, we've been making all these plans for you because it saves us so much time and paperwork, but tell us, what would YOU like to do with your life?" She paced the apartment. No. They'd never asked her that. And now that she finally, FINALLY gets to make her own decisions Booth comes and tries to tell her what to do. Well she'll show him that he has no influence on her whatsoever. Perhaps, if he wouldn't have challenged her, she would have decided to stay home. The alcohol might be messing with her judgment and she normally hardly drank at all so she could stay focused and alert. But Booth had just been pushing the right buttons. Now, she had something to prove. She was going out.


He opted to call a cab to drive him home instead of driving himself. His anger, combined with the amount of alcohol he had ingested made driving impossible. You need to calm down first, anyway, Seel.

The moment he walked out of the building, he had his phone pressed to his ear, calling a cab. Eight minutes later, he was on his way home.

She left the mess on the coffee table and threw off the clothes she was wearing. Opening her closet, she narrowed her eyes to select an outfit that would almost definitely guarantee success. Going through her dresses, her eye fell on the only one that met her requirements. It was the little black dress she'd worn in Vegas. She could be Roxy again tonight. Out to select, seduce and satisfy for satisfaction in return.

As the cab stopped in front of Booth's place, he paid the cab driver and climbed out. Despite the amounts of alcohol he had consumed, he felt sober. I can't believe she would even consider doing something like that!

He stormed into his apartment, throwing his coat on the floor, pacing, mentally rethinking the night again, thinking about other ways that he could've dealt with it, but he had been shocked and angered by the way she just didn't seem to care about the danger she was exposing herself to. Just so she can have sex!

She hardly recognised herself in the mirror, but that had been her goal. Head held high and hips swaying, she left her apartment. Even the cab driver did a double-take when he saw her. She smiled at him, getting into her adopted persona, and directed him to the bar she had in mind. As they drove towards the city centre, she stared out the window. She was very aware of her inebriated state, and though it made her slightly nervous, it was liberating.

"Damn it!" He cursed out loud as he couldn't shake the bad feeling in his gut. He felt like a bastard himself, for having yelled at her, for having failed to explain himself calmly. He had allowed his emotions to take over, while he should've stayed calm. Needing to calm down, he tore at his tie, ripped it off and started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to his bathroom, planning to take a cold shower, in order to cool off.

The taxi driver had dropped her off in front of the door of the bar, and she'd thanked him for his kindness as she added a generous tip to the fare. She hurried through the cool night air and entered the bar. Her body was sheathed in warm air that smelled of dazing liquor and great expectations. An employee asked to take her coat to the wardrobe, and she handed it to him. Several faces turned in her direction as she made her way towards the bar. A jazz band was playing, filling the air with music that drifted over the heads of the guests and slithered between the legs of chairs and tables, curling around women's feet and moving over men's shoes. She breathed in deeply through her nose, closing her eyes and enjoying the lightness she felt.

The cold shower was not helping. It was supposed to, but he couldn't shake the nauseous feeling that lingered in his stomach. His gut was screaming at him that something was wrong. Writing it off as the remnants of his very intense, emotional fight with his partner, Booth did his best to ignore it as he closed his eyes and let the cold water cascade down his body.

She opted for a glass of water to start with, though the bartender looked at her questioningly. The truth was, she didn't feel at ease. She'd gone out drunk, which was against her personal safety precautions. Besides that, she felt bad about her fight with Booth. She could see now that she'd treated him unfairly. Perhaps she shouldn't have said some of those things... what things? Damn, there you had it. She was having trouble remembering correctly. But she was aware she'd done something wrong. Just when she was contemplating to go home, someone took the seat next to her. Startled, she looked into green eyes.

After the cold shower, Booth was freezing. He quickly dried and walked into his bedroom. Dropping the towel, he picked up his pair of pyjamas which were laying on his bed underneath the pillow. It had been a Christmas present from Pops; red, striped, silk pyjamas. They looked awful, but damn, were they comfortable! After quickly having pulled them on, he slipped between the covers. Due to the combination of the soft bed, the cold shower and the amount of alcohol he had in his body, he was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.


To Be Continued.

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Their opinions differed and to test the issue, we put Brennan in the bar. What will happen? Will the bait be taken? Who will be hunter and who will be prey, eventually?

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