100 + reviews! I was so excited! Thanks so much! I'm glad you all are liking the story so far. Sorry, I had hoped to have this posted sooner, but my DSL was acting up a bit and had to do some more updates before it was working well again. Anyways, more Booth/Brennan in this chapter. Next chapters will deal a little more with the case, but wanted this chapter to be kind of fluffy! Happy Valentine's Day!

Author's Note: I don't think they have a place for dancing inside the real Sanctuary, so I am adding one of my own, a temporary night club which opens out onto a deck with a large dance floor and a live band. It does not really exist there, only in my head and this story. Oh, also do not own Bones.

In the bathroom of the hotel room she and Booth were sharing, Temperance was putting on the finishing touches to her ensemble. She was dressed in a simple black halter dress and strappy heels. Large dangly silver earrings and her platinum wedding band were the only pieces of jewelry she wore. Her hair wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"Bones, aren't you ready yet?"

Why does it always take girls so long to get ready to go out? He knew that no matter how many women he dated or how old he got to be he would never understand that about women. It took him all of ten minutes to get dressed and ready after his shower. Booth had put on a nice jacket since the bar inside the hotel was kind of fancy along with dress pants, a button down shirt and dress shoes. He had put a little aftershave on and he was ready to go. She had been in that bathroom for over forty-five minutes now. He was starving and was anxious to have a nice dinner since they didn't get to last night with all the fighting.

"I'm coming out now-keep it together Booth!"

Then she came out of the bathroom and all thoughts of his hungry stomach were gone and all he could think of was her. Booth walked over to her and offered her his arm.

"You look really beautiful."

"No, you're just saying that."

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"Thanks" she said somewhat taken aback.

He held open the door and she almost tripped for the second time that day when she saw what was outside the door. She gasped.

Her sandals from this morning.

How in the hell did those get there?

"Bones, why did you leave your shoes outside?"

"I didn't."

"Then how did they get there? They can't move on their own."

"I know that Booth. I was wearing them this morning when I went to walk on the beach. I took them off so that I could walk better in the sand and when I finished and came back for them, they were gone. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, but how did they get here now?"

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I didn't think it was that important. People get things stolen all the time at the beach."

"Yes, but when there is a serial killer on the loose, things need to be taken a little more seriously. He could have taken them."

"We need to have these sent to have them dusted for prints or any other trace evidence. But, we'll have to take them tomorrow. The courier service won't be back until then. For now, we'll just have to wait. Anything else you need to tell me?"

"An anonymous person sent me a drink at the pool. Don't worry-I didn't drink any of it."

"I think someone is onto you Bones, it could be him. We may have him closer than he thinks. Until he is caught, don't go anywhere without me."

Frightened a little now she said "Okay."

Brennan was still shaken up by the time they arrived at the bar downstairs. She decided to order a martini, which the bar was famous for, to take the edge off. She had to keep her cool and act like happy newlywed to maintain her cover. Maybe this would help her relax. Booth ordered a scotch on the rocks.

After they got their drinks from the bar, they went out onto the deck that overlooked the beach. They leaned against the guard rail that was at the edge of the deck. Booth set his drink down and put a hand gently on her back. She startled just a little.

"We're not back to that again are we? I thought we had this issue resolved?" he whispered in hopes that no one would hear him. "Is this because of what almost happened in the bathroom upstairs? Because if it is, then I'm sorry I tried to put a move on you."

"No, it's just I'm afraid that I won't be able to do this. I'm sorry but what if I can't just let him try to come after me?" She glanced down at her hands while she said this and twirled the platinum ring around her finger nervously.

"You won't have to. I'll be here to protect you, just like always. I could never live with myself if anything were to happen to you."

She didn't have a chance to respond because their table was ready.

By the time they were seated and had menus placed in front of them, Temperance was on her second martini of the evening. It would most certainly not be her last of the night either. Booth was still sipping his drink and was a little concerned about the amount of alcohol she was consuming. He would have to keep an eye on her about that.

The food did not take long to arrive, but Brennan managed to finish her second drink and began working on a third by the time dinner was served. Booth had never seen her drink so much before. The more she drank though, the less worried she seemed to be about being harassed by the Night Stalker.

By the time dinner was over, Booth and Brennan could hear a band beginning to play and she wanted to check it out. After the bill had been settled, Temperance grabbed Booth by the arm and began to drag him in the direction of where the music was coming from.

One of the hotel's ballrooms had been converted into a type of nightclub. A bar had been set up in one of the corners of the room. The French doors inside opened up to a large deck that once again overlooked the ocean. A live cover band had set up outside and was now beginning their set. Some of the hotel's guests were already inside. Mostly people about their age, but there were some people barely out their teens mixed in as well.

People were already dancing along to the music. By now, she was pretty drunk and had lost most of the wall she normally put up for other people. Booth was shocked at what she did next. Brennan walked out onto the dance floor alone, then turned around and nodded her head seductively for him to join her. Normally, he wasn't much of a dancer, but how could he pass that up?

Mainly the band played songs with faster tempos and they danced to every one of them. Booth was surprised at what a good time she seemed to be having. When she wasn't pushing him away, he could really feel something between them. He really hoped it wasn't just all the alcohol in her system. That definitely wasn't what it was for him.

Then a slow song started. He thought she would drop back into the crowd and sit this one out. But, she had other plans. Brennan wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. He then in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist and they swayed together along to the music. She had her eyes closed and let out a small contented sigh that was inaudible over the music. He gently kissed the top of head and wondered how much if any she would remember tomorrow. He knew it would be something he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

Two more drinks for her and many more dances happened before about 11:00 pm when Brennan started not to feel so good. Booth could see her eyes start to get heavy and she looked a little pale. It was time to go before she passed out on the deck. He put his arm around her waist and helped her back up to the room.

As they walked through the lobby, the young man from very early this morning was back on shift. He watched as Booth helped Temperance to the elevator.

After getting off the elevator on their floor, all the alcohol finally got to her and she passed out. Thankfully he had been holding on to her, so she didn't fall all the way. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the room and laid her out on the bed. As he set her down, she began to wake back up a little.

"Bones, I don't think you want to sleep in that dress, so I'm going to help you into the bathroom so you can change." She nodded.

He didn't want to go through her drawers to find something for her to sleep in, so he dug one of his t-shirts out for her. It was a little big on him, so he knew it would be big enough to cover everything on her. As he helped her into the bathroom, she began to lose consciousness again. Then finally passed out for the second time that night.

Oh God, what am I supposed to do now? She can't stay in her clothes, but she'll be really uncomfortable when she finds out I got her undressed. Then he decided he could put the shirt over the dress, untie the top and let the rest fall away. He wouldn't see anything and she could preserve a little bit of dignity. That was just what he did and she slept through then entire thing.

He gently laid her back down and tucked the blanket around her. She had her arms around his neck as he carried her and now wouldn't let go. So, he crawled into bed with her. He took his shirt off but left his pants on. She then settled her head down on top of his chest and slept. He gently kissed the top of her head again and knew he would have a lot to explain to her in the morning.

This will probably be the last post until the weekend. But, I'll see what I can do. This story has taken on more of angsty feel than I thought it would. Is that okay with you guys? Let me know! Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews-you guys have been awesome!