"So Brennan, how do you think Booth is going to react to your ex-lover being our new boss?" Angela asked as she brought up the latest facial reconstruction on the Angela-tron.

"I foresee Booth having no issues with it. He is aware of how deeply my feelings run for him and Christine," Brennan says in her typical 'ignorance is bliss' way of approaching an awkward situation.

"Sure sweetie, whatever you say," Angela raises her eyebrows. Yeah right.

Sensing that Angela may be being sarcastic, "I will call him and tell him before we met at the Founding Father's later. I have also made Professor Stires aware that I am now in a committed long term relationship with Booth."

"I'll have the usually," Brennan tells the bartender.

He places a glass of wine and two shots of whiskey in front of her. She pushes the whiskey over toward the empty barstool next to her, waiting for Booth to arrive. She sipped her wine for a few minutes, browsing the menu to see if they had any new additions. She was startled when a figure slid into the seat, and threw back the shots.

"I'll have 4 more," he requested from the bartender, who looked at him sideways.

"Those weren't meant for you, Michael," Brennan said as politely as she could, "Booth will be here any minute."

He downed the 4 shots that where set in front of him, giving him a boost of liquid courage, "So you finally started screwing your 'partner' huh? I never thought you were into the muscular, thuggish, no brain-having type," He started slurring, "give me 2 more shots."

"Don't pretend to know anything about me," she said harshly, scooting her stool away from him.

"I know you liked to be dominated. You liked to play the innocent school girl, to my professor," he leaned closer to her.

"Get away from me!" she barked grabbing her jacket and going outside to escape her former lover and professor.

Once outside, Brennan stood watching the traffic come and go waiting for Booth to show up. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, "Booth….." she smiled, until she smelled the mixture of cheap cologne and liquor.

"Jesus, your tits are so big now. That kid of yours really help you fill out," Michael slurred.

"I'm going to give you this one warning to get your hands off of me," Brennan stood motionless, waiting for him to release her.

"Awww common Tempe, why you acting all innocent and faithful now. I remember when you used to date 3 guys at a time. One for the sex, one for the brain and one for the…. Ahhhhhh," he screamed as she slammed her foot on the arch of his foot, elbowed him in the gut, then gouged his eye.

"I warned you to let me go, Professor Stires" she stated calmly, after she turned to face him.

"You fucking bitch," he cried holding his eye, "What did that cop do to you?" he stammered, and then as if he hadn't learned his lesson the first time, he tried to go at her again.

But he was stopped dead in his tracks by a hand closing around his throat from behind and being slammed violently to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

"She knew how to do that before she met me, you son of a bitch," Booth growled in his face, between clenched teeth.

"Booth, I'm perfectly capable of…." Brennan was trying to rationalize now.

"I'm aware of that, baby, and you were doing just fine on your own," he assured her, the grip on the man's throat not letting up, "But now we are going to have a man to man talk, okay?"

Uncharacteristically, Brennan shut her mouth and watched as Booth hauled Michael up by his neck and took him around the corner.

"You an't do dis, you fedal ocer," she heard Michael gasp.

"See that's where you're wrong Professor Stires. Right now I'm a pissed off boyfriend! When a woman, ANY woman, tells you to go away, to get your hands off of her that means they are not INTERESTED. You leave them alone. You don't call them nasty names and remind them about their past. Do you understand?" Booth glared at him.

"Booth, if you don't release your hold on him he will likely pass out," Brennan came over to Booth, lying her hand on his back, "Please Booth, I'm okay."

It had been awhile since Booth had thought he could kill someone with his bare hands, but he knew he could this man. Not just because of his physical build over the man, but what he heard him say to Bones.

Stires was starting to see stars. He gasped deeply, for air that he wasn't getting.

Booth released his grip from the man's throat, but kept him pinned to the wall. Stires looked at Brennan in thanksgiving.

Booth looked at Brennan, "you sure you're okay Bones," his eyes glanced down at her abdomen.

"I'm sure, but I'll call the doctor in the morning to be sure," she smiled lovingly at him, "You can let him go now."

"Apologize," he glared at Michael, who just stared back at him in a drunken stouper, "Apologize!" he ordered his hand going for the man's throat again.

"I'm sorry Tempe! I should have respected you and your wishes," he began sobbing.

"Apology accepted. I also expect you to tender your resignation first thing in the morning. I cannot and will not work in an environment where I should fear assault and sexual harassment. Also about Booth, he would and will go to extraordinary lengths to make sure I and our family is safe at all times. We are not married, but he loves me to the point of killing anyone who tries to harm me, or our children. And I him. Even though it is extraordinarily irrational of us. It will be best if you remember that in the future," she paused and looked at Booth, "You may release him now."

Booth reluctant pulled the man off the wall and pushed him in the direction to leave. Keeping his body between the Professor and Bones, "Are you sure you're okay?" pulling her to him in a protective hug as he watched the man stumble away.