Oh my goodness, I am so, so, so sorry to have taken so long to get this posted. Things have been insane, and then I had a hard time getting some of this down on paper (and word file), and then once I did went all wonky again and I couldn't post it. Please R&R, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks so much for all the reviews so far. Luv, Nessa : )
Some dialog from the episode "The Woman in the Garden" and is to be credited to the shows writers. I own nothing, this is only for fun.
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"He got away?" Brennan asked as she slowly approached Booth in the alley where he had chased the fugitive.
"Yeah, he got away. He's missing one shoe, " he said holding up the white sneaker as he paced the alleyway in annoyance, "but he got away." He took a deep breath as he neared her, dropped the shoe and began running his hands over her body, checking for any injuries she might have sustained durring the drive-by. "Are you okay? You're not hurt anywhere are you?" his voice tinged with panic.
"No, I'm fine, are you?" she replied quickly as her eyes searched over his body for any signs of blood.
"I'm alright." he wrapped one arm around her, hugging her close, kissing her on the forehead. "Temperance, you could have been shot."
"So could you. Unfortunately it's part of the job. We're both okay." she reassured him. "Come on, let's go make sure they don't mess with my bones."
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"FBI, make your presence known." Booth shouted as he entered the apartment of Jose Vargas, his gun grasped in his hand as he and Brennan began to search through the empty rooms.
"Look, he has a family, a baby." Brennan informed him, holding up a framed photograph for him to see. "Is anybody here?" she called out. "You don't have to be afraid." she repeated herself again in spanish.
"Of course they're gonna be afraid, Bones, I have a gun." he said as he reached up to grab the baby bottle from on top of the television set.
"Milagro de la Paz, it's where the victims are from." Brennan told him, holding up another picture, one of the village she recognized.
"They had to have been here a few minutes age, the bottle's still warm." he said holding it out for her to see.
"They're still here."
"How do you know?"
"They're prepared for this kind of thing. Hiding from death squads people learn to build false walls." she said making her way further into the apartment, into the small bedroom, then towards the small closet off to the left.
"Closet, okay, hold on, Bones. Let's just pretend that I'm the cop for a second, okay, just..." he held his hand up, motioning for her to stay behind him where she would be modestly safe, "please, try to stay out of sight, just until it's safe." he implored of her. Once he was sure she was at least a little out of the line of fire he began knocking lightly on the closet walls until one made a hollow sound. Looking back over his shoulder, insuring that Brennan was at least partially concealed from whomever was behind the wall, he turned back to the false wall. He pulled the section down quickly and aimed his gun at the inhabitants - a frightened woman clutching desperately to a small baby boy. Booth, still holding his gun in hand but no longer aiming it at the terrified mother, motionedd for her to come out of the secret enclosure.
The woman reluctantly tokes a seat on the bed before she spokes to the two strangers in her home.
Brennan replied to the woman in her native tongue, as Booth stood nearby, watching them interact.
"What'd you say?" he asked when she finished.
"That we just want to talk to Jose, that they'll all be safe, that they have nothing to worry about."
"Do you want to ba deported?" he said, voice raised, as he neared the woman, trying to intimidate her with his tone of voice. "Do you want to see your baby again? Because if he was born here, he doesn't have to go back with you, we can keep him."
"Booth! Stop, she's frightened enough." Brennan lightly scolded him for his uncaring tactic.
"Bones, we have a double murder on our hands." he said trying to make her see his side of the situation.
"But, she didn't do it." she argued back.
"Just tell her what I said, okay. Tell her we're calling immigration, tell her we'll get to Jose."
"No! She's lived with terror and intimidation her whole life. I'm not going to add to it. I refuse to do that to her Seeley, don't ask me to." she said with finality.
"Temperance, you're acting like I'm going to hurt her or something."
"It will hurt her if I do what you want me to."
"I'm just trying to get a little information."
"Fine, you talk to her. Can you speak spanish?" she asked smugly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No, I need you to do that for me. I need you to tell her what I said." he said, striving to keep his voice even, to stay calm.
"I am asking you Seeley, as a favor, not to make do this, to scare her, please? What if... what is she were me, what if I were in her position? Jose loves her, cares about her, like you care for me. Would you want someone ever doing to me what you're asking me to do to her?" she asked as she stared into his dark eyes, hoping she could get her point through to him.
He sighed heavily, shaking his head, "No, I couldn't stand that. Okay, point taken, will figure out something else." he said, looking at her with a tender smile.
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Brennan knocked lightly on the door as she stepped into her partners office. "Anything?" she asked of the progress on the case as he looked over his shoulder at her.
"Ah, immigration has the wife. She's got a lawyer from the Salvadorian league of, I don't know, something or other. She's not giving us anything about Jose." he told her as he sipped his coffee from his Steelers mug.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked, stepping closer to his desk.
"Nope, I could never stay mad at you. And you were right, if she were you..." he trailed off, not even wanting to think of her in danger. "But, you know, I could have gotten something back there if you hadn't gotten all mushy on me."
"I was uncomfortable... you always say I'm not a cop... you're right. Especially in a situation like that. I don't do well with the good cop/bad cop routine." she went on. "Besides, my being mushy in entirely your fault, you realize. I was never mushy before you."
Booth laughed, knowing what she said was true, "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's all worked out fine, we aren't gonna need her anyway."
"Really, why?"
"Ah, cause I had the gang unit put a lead on Roberto Ortez, he's the head of Mara Muerte." he told her as he played with a blue stress ball, tossing it back and forth between her hands.
"The gang that Jose belongs to?"
"Yeah, I convinced Ortez to bring Jose in for questioning."
"Why would he do that? Why would he help us, aren't we kind of an the opposite side of the law?"
"Ortez's sister is in the can on possession charges. I promised him I can make that go away."
"Can you?"
"I don't know. It's a local beef, I'm federal, but hey, I'm a cop, and thank god for bad sisters, huh." he smiled at her tossing the stress ball at her.
She caught it, a smile lighting up her face, "Well, let's hope it works out like you want it to. So," she placed her hands on his desk and leaned close to him, "think you have time for a quick lunch?"
"Are we talking food, or... you know..." he asked, leaning closer to her, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"Well, we have sandwich stuff at my apartment, so we could eat and... see what else we have time for." she said, hinting at something other than lunch.
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"mmm... wait, uhm... we need to..." Brennan spoke to between kisses as Booth pressed her body into the kitchen counter.
"uhn... I know... mmhhh... 'kay, I'm stopping." he pulled away from her reluctantly.
"Just until we're finished with lunch." she told him as she went to the fridge and began pulling out lunch meats and cheeses. Grabbing a plate she piled the food on it as Booth followed after, grabbing the condements.
"You're so beautiful, Temperance." he said, tucking a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear as he stopped to watch her.
She smiled at him, handing him the plate, "Go sit down, Casanova."
Booth grumbled but did as she said, taking a seat at her kitchen table, before he resumed watching her as she got out four slices of the whole wheat bread she loved, before she joined him at the table. They made their sandwiches quickly and ate them almost as fast, their conversation limited due to their hurried eating.
"Do you want something else," she spoke when they had finished eating, "I've got fruit, and I think there's some ice cream left from when we had Parker last time."
"Just you, Bones, I just want you." he said pushing his chair back and going to stand up.
"Don't." she pushed her own chair back before she moved to stradle his lap. "We have to be quick." she began moving her hips into his.
"The pants might be a problem then, huh." he said pushing one of her shirts off her shoulders.
"I think you might be right." she stood up, unbuttoning her slacks and pushing them, along with her panties, off her hips and stepping out of them.
He watched her strip, undoing his belt buckle and pants, lifting his hips off the chair and slipping them down. "Want you." he reached up, grabbing her hand and tugging her onto his lap again. "Lift up." he urged her, letting his cock settle at the entrance of her sex so that when she let herself back down he slid fully inside of her. His hands went to her work peeling her tank top down so he could gain access to her breast, as she raised and lowered herself on him. "You're perfect, everything about you." he palmed her breast before he latched his mouth onto one of her pebbled nipples, his fingers teasing the other.
Brennan moaned at his attentions, draping her arms over his shoulders as her hips undulated against his, picking up her speed as the pleasure she was feeling built toward a cresendo. "nnnnnaa..." she moaned out, loosing her rhythm, "help me move..." she asked him, taking his hands in her own, moving them to her curvy hips, wanting him to aid her movements.
Booth, more than happy to keep her moving up and down on his shaft, stared up at her beautiful face, loving the look of extasy on her face. Her eyes were closed tightly as she chewed on her bottom lip, getting lost in the feeling of him inside of her. Wanting to add to the blissed out look on her face, he again bent his, sucking her nipple between his lips again.
Feeling his mouth on her breast, she opened her eyes, looking down at him as she burried her fingers in his short brown hair, leaning down to kiss the crown of his head.
HIs brown eyes darted up to meet her gaze as he pulled away from her chest. Their eyes locked, the emotions and feelings each held for the other shining through visably.
"Seeley..." she whispered before taking his lips lovingly.
His response was enthusiastic - he moved one hand from her hip to tangle in her hair, tilting her head and mouth to the side, sliding his tongue into her mouth in to play with hers. Their mouth continued mating, even as their bodies did, until he felt her tensing above him. He pulled back from her, allowing her head to arch backwards as her orgasm slowly crept up and rolled over her body. He allowed himself the pleasure of watching her climax, even as he continued thrusting up into her, guiding her hips with his hands. He managed to hold off his own release, enjoying how his continued movements kept her body vibrating with strong aftershocks, until just after she crumbled against him, unable to stand the pleasure raidiating through her. He called her name reverently as he released his seed deep inside her core.
They sat in silence, save for their labored breathing, clutching tightly to each other, until the ringing of Booth's phone broke through their peaceful cocoon.
"Your phone..." she pecked him on the lips, "... is ringing."
"Don't they realise I'm busy." he groaned as she stood up, causing him to slip from her body.
"At least they waited until after we finished." she said as she bent to the floor and rummaged around for his cell phone in the heap of discarded clothing. It started ringing again as she found it and handed it to him.
"Thanks babe." he took it from her flipping her open. "Booth... no I didn't hear it ringing, yeah... no I'll be right back... fifteen minutes..." he said before shutting the phone. "Cullen's looking for me, I've got to get back."
"Then you better get your pants back on." she laughed at the sight of him sitting in her kitchen chair with his pants gathered down around his knees.
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Booth stood unnoticed just outside of Brennan's office door listening to her telling Angela about her experiences in El Salvador. He had come to check up on her after the situation with Ortez, and had found her talking quietly to her friend. He was baffled at what he heard his girlfriend confessing. He knew she had been on several unorthodox so called vacations, but he was shocked, and upset, to hear one of the untold many horrible things she had lived through because of them. When silence fell over the two women, he stepped inside and began speaking, "Bones." he said catching her attention.
"Booth... how long..."
"Long enough." he responded, voice tight with his concern for her. "Ange, can you..."
"Already gone." Angela said, shooting Brennan a look before scooting out of the office, shutting the door behind her.
"Well, at least that explains why you felt compelled to kick Ortez's ass." he said his voice low.
"Booth..."
"Were you gonna tell me about that, ever?"
"I knew it would upset you, and I just didn't want..."
"Of course it would upset me. You know how much I care about you."
"I care about you too. But to be fair, I'm sure there are things that have happened to you, that would upset me, that you haven't told me about."
He stood quietly, pondering her what she had said, knowing it was true. "You right, but it would have been nice if I had known you meeting with Ortez would bother you like it did. And just so you know, we are seriously gonna discuss any and all future trips you have planned to third world countries."
"We'll see when they come up." she shot him a look, before she went on, "And it wasn't just him, I don't like bullies." she tried to explain with a half-shrug.
"I noticed that actually." he smirked at her. "Can you just promise me that, in the future, before you humiliate another vicious gang leader, tell me if something is gonna set you off, so I can help you find a better way to deal with it."
Brennan responded with a slight smile, "I promise."
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Booth was just getting back to the office when he was approached by Agent Summers.
"Booth."
"Yeah."
"Message from the gang task force unit," Summers replied, "uh, Mara Muerte has put a hit out on your lady scientist." he read from a piece of paper before handing it to Booth.
"Oh man. Shit!" he said staring at the slip of paper, his face etched with worry.
"Any response?"
"Yeah, just tell 'em I got the message, tell 'em thanks." he said as he began pacing, upset and unsure what to do. He took a seat on the bench outside the elevator bank, his eyes moving nervously side-to-side trying to think of a way to fix the problem. He pulled his cell out of his coat pocket, flipping it open and dialed a familiar number. "Yeah, this is Agent Booth, I need to speak to the head of security." he waited until he was patched through to the Medico-Legal lab's security department. "Hey Fred, it's Agent Booth, I need you to post additional security on all entrances to the lab. I have reason to believe that Dr. Brennan may be in danger... yes, and if you could keep all available eyes on her, without her knowing what's going on... yeah, and if she tries to leave, I want someone to walk her to her car... just make up an excuse, I don't know... I'll take care of that, thanks Fred." he said as hung up. He took a deep breath before he opened his phone and dialed again. "Ange, hi... I needed to ask you to do me a favor... I need you to keep an eye on Bones for me..."
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"I'm here, I'm here." Booth said as he rushed to meet up with Brennan and Angela. "Am I in trouble?"
"Of course you're in trouble, you're late for a funeral." Angela replied as they began walking towards their cars.
"You told me you'd be here, where were you?" Brennan asked as she spared a glance at him.
"Something came up that I had to take care of, something important."
"Something more important than a funeral?"
"Yeah, I think it was." he said seriously. "I'm sorry, Bones, I wanted to be here, but I couldn't. Can I make it up to you? Dinner?"
Brennan regarded him in silence, realizing from the look in his eyes and his tone of voice that he must have had a genuinely good reason for not showing up. "Okay, dinner sounds good."
"I'll see you at seven. Ange, can you give her a lift home?"
"Sure thing G-man."
"Thanks. So, seven." he said as he walked backwards away from them towards his own car.
"Seven." Brennan nodded as she watched him turn to leave.
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"Bones," Booth yelled through the apartment door, his arms laden with grocery and take-out bags, "can you get the door for me baby?"
"Did you forget your key?" Brennan asked as she pulled open the door wearing a navy peasent skirt and a pale pink bra.
"My hands are full. I like the outfit." he kissed her on the lips as he walked past her into the apartment. "Did you dress up just for me?" he teased.
"I wasn't sure what to wear, I didn't know where we were going." she closed the door and followed after him into the kitchen. "Are we going out?"
"No, we're staying in. I got us oysters on the half shell from Hank's, and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc." he said sitting the bags on the kitchen island.
"Sounds good. Are you going to tell me where you were earlier?" she asked him, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his torso.
"Temperance," he sighed, turning around in her arms to face her, "I had to protect you." he responded to her question, reaching up to cup her face in his hand.
"What do you mean? Why did you think I needed to be protected, I can take care of myself."
"I know you can. But I had to do this."
"What did you have to do?"
"Ortez... he, uh... you know it's really not a good idea to beat up a murderous gang leader... he... he needed to be told that no one threatens you, I won't stand for it."
"Seeley..."
"Don't worry about it, it's taken care of." he leaned forward, taking her lips. "I had to keep you safe." he spoke quietly into the kiss. "Bones,... (kiss) ... Temperance... (kiss) ..." he pulled back, locking his eyes with hers. "I love you."
"I love you, too." she replied softly and without any hesitation in her voice.
He stared at her in awe for nearly half a minute before he could get his mouth to work, "We said it." he laughed, a smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, we did." she laughed with him. "And you know what I find amazing - that didn't hurt at all." she kissed his smiling mouth. "I love you, Seeley."
"I love you, Temperance." he returned the kiss. "phew, now that we've done that..." he took a deep calming breath, "how about some oysters and a glass of wine for the love of my life."
"Absolutely, as long as it is immediately followed by you taking me to bed."
"I think that sounds like the perfect evening."
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So... they said it, I hope that was okay. I would love to know what you all are thinking, drop me a line. And again, sorry for the long delay, hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner that this one was. Toodles : )
