Booth and Brennan had a long, thorough and very loud "discussion" about whether or not Brennan should press charges against Agent Black. Booth was adamant that she should. Brennan wasn't so sure.
"For what, Booth? Stupidity isn't a crime." Booth looked at her incredulously.
"For grabbing you, Bones. That is definitely a crime." His hands were planted firmly on his hips and he had on his stubborn face. Now Brennan was incredulous.
"Booth, if I pressed charges against every man that has ever touched me inappropriately, there would be a lot more people in jail." Now her hands were on her hips.
"What?" he yelled, stepping into her personal space? "Who?" he demanded.
"Booth, it doesn't matter. I take care of it."
Narrowing his eyes and leaning closer, he asked again, "Who?"
"Booth, I'm not telling you. You'll just get all alpha male and want to beat someone up." She responded with an exaggerated eye roll. His eyes narrowed even further and a calculating light entered them. Oh, she would tell him but maybe this wasn't the best way to get the information, he thought. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek in his palm, giving her his best puppy dog look.
"Come on, Baby, this is something that I should know." So that I know who to shoot the next time I see them. She put her hand over his and leaned into the caress, her eyes softening. She gave him a sweet smile.
"No." What? Well, then this called for more drastic measures. Roxy's methods of extracting information suddenly entered his mind. Of course, he thought that was a great idea. His arm went around her waist and he pulled her closer, bending to brush a soft kiss across her closed lips. Her eyes narrowed. What is he up to? It's not like him to just give up that easily. His lips settled on hers, nudging them apart and sucking gently on her bottom lip. His tongue came into play as he ran it across her bottom lip then entered her mouth to gently explore every crevice. He kissed the corner of her mouth moving to dust kisses across the cheek abused by Perotta, making his way to her ear, running his tongue around the shell and nibbling on the lobe. He moved onto her neck. Pressing kisses and nips just under her ear. A soft, breathy moan escaped her and she felt him smile against her throat.
"You know you want to tell me," he whispered. Tell him what? Brennan had forgotten what they had been talking about. Then it hit her. Ah, he thought that he could seduce her into telling him what he wanted to know. She pulled back slightly and looked at him, her face a mask of amusement. He looked sulky. "You will tell me." he assured her. A raised eyebrow asked Really? Challenge extended. His face took on a look of utter determination and his eyes narrowed. "You will tell me," he repeated, backing her toward the bed room. Challenge accepted.
Gazing into her eyes as he shuffled her backward, he miscalculated and backed her into the wall. Her eyes widened as she was trapped between his hard, muscled length and the unyielding wall at her back. Sensing his advantage, Booth move closer still, his chest pressed against the hard tips of her breasts, the shockingly thick bulge behind his zipper lodged intimately against the hollow of her stomach. She gasped and arched against him. With a husky laugh, his open mouth pressed against the base of her throat, his tongue flicking in a slow carnal caress against her pulse flickering there. She gasped, her breath catching at the pure eroticism of the act and her hands reached for him, spreading out to explore the hard planes of his chest. Unwilling to give up his advantage, Booth grabbed her wrists, stretching them high above her head and pinning them there, drawing a breathy moan from her. Looking into eyes deepened to the color of the ocean by desire, he gave her a chiding look.
"Uh uh, no touching." His body strongly disagreed with this rule and wanted her hands all over him (preferably naked and in bed) immediately. "At least, not yet," he whispered his breath hot against the sensitive shell of her ear, making her shiver as each husky word curled against her skin. Despite her arousal, she now understood (she is a genius, you know), and she decided to play his little game. Granted, she was handicapped without the use of her hands, but she still had a lot to work with. Pushing away from the wall, she rubbed herself sensuously against him, feeling his hot breath puff out against her ear with satisfaction and rising excitement. Her lips found his jawline and nipped playfully. His powerful body surged against her, pressing her firmly back into the wall. His head came around and she captured his lips before he could speak. Her mouth was hot and wet and the way she was kissing him quickly shot him from very, very horny to out of his mind with lust. He released her wrists to start removing pieces of clothing and she gained the advantage. As he pulled back to jerk her shirt over her head, she saw that his pupils were dilated, his eyes glazed with desire and she didn't care about the game anymore. Gripping his head between her hands, she whispered, "Take me to bed, Booth."
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Booth hadn't gotten his answers. In fact, by the time they made it to the bedroom, he had forgotten the question, but they had both gone to sleep very happy that night. Booth had finally given in to her insistence that there was nothing to be gained by prosecuting Agent Black and that his actions seemed to be guided by Perotta's machinations after seeing the security tape. It was clear from his body language and horrified expression that Adam had been telling the truth about grabbing her breast being an accident. She had just been too enraged to notice at the time and she wasn't at all sorry about inflicting bodily harm on him. Someone stupid enough to be manipulated by Perotta's lies needed to have some sense smacked into them she thought. Brennan didn't want to work with him but felt that he had been adequately punished. They agreed to accept whatever punishment that Cullen doled out as adequate.
They agreed wholeheartedly that Perotta was a menace, she was most likely mentally unstable and she had done absolutely nothing illegal that she could be prosecuted for. Sure, she had hit Brennan first, but after seeing the damage that Brennan had meted out, no judge or jury would further punish her. Brennan thought that this must be how the police felt when dealing with an unstable, evil mastermind, concerned only with how much harm they could cause to others, and unable to do anything about it. Booth thought that Perotta was a jealous witch who didn't know when to leave things alone and they were both right. They agreed, dejectedly, that they would have to accept whatever punishment that Cullen handed out to her.
They were both somewhat cheered three days later to learn that she had been suspended from the bureau indefinitely to undergo an intensive psychological evaluation. While Perotta's mandible (jaw bone) wasn't broken, it was severely dislocated. They had popped it back into place but she couldn't open her mouth more than a few inches without it dislocating again, causing severe pain and facial swelling. But the absolute best part, to Brennna's mind, was the fact that Perotta couldn't open her mouth far enough to get any dental repairs done and had to walk around indefinitely with three missing front teeth. Wonder how much she smiles now? Brennan thought maliciously.
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Six weeks later, things had returned to normal at her Jeffersonian. Booth had been cleared to return to full duty almost four weeks ago and they were again a dynamic crime fighting duo. Agent Black had returned to work after a two week suspension, receiving an official letter of reprimand in his file. Brennan had received a personal letter of apology from him and an official one from the bureau but had not seen him. Brennan was pulled from her musing by Angela bouncing into her office.
"Are you ready to go?" Angela was almost clapping her hands.
"Ange, I think I should just reschedule. I'm really busy today," she whined. Angela planted her hands on her hips and looked at her sternly.
"You've already rescheduled twice. Don't be such a big baby," she chided. "Besides, I've been looking forward to this all week." She was laughing now.
"It's not that funny, Angela," Brennan griped.
"Yes, Bren, it is that funny. Now, come on, or we're going to be late," she urged. Brennan sulkily gathered her things and headed out the door behind Angela.
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Angela walked beside Brennan, frequently reaching out to help her maintain her wobbly balance. Angela couldn't stop grinning. Whenever Brennan had to have dental work done, they had to use the gas on her because of a bad reaction she had once had to the inject able medication and it made her, well, goofy. And Temperence Brennan goofy was so much fun to watch that Angela always volunteered to be her designated driver for these little excursions. She hadn't even told Booth about the gas thing fearing that he would take over her job and Brennan was too embarrassed by her reaction to tell him, so her position as babysitter on Dentist Day was secure she thought happily. Brennan stopped midstep. Since this had happened four times in the last twenty steps, Angela sighed and turned to Brennan.
"What is it this time, Bren?" Brennan's gaze darted across the ceiling.
"Oh, Ange, do you see the pretty lights?"
"No, sweetie, I don't, but you can tell me all about them." Angela patted Brennan's arm and briefly wondered what were the chances of her getting a shot of that gas, but then decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea for the both of them to be hallucinating at the same time. Brennan turned to grin at Angela.
"Okey dokey." Angela snorted. She had certainly never heard that phrase come out of Brennan's mouth before. As they exited the inner sanctum and entered the waiting area, Angela instructed Brennan to stand beside her and not move while she scheduled Brennan's next visit. When she turned around, Brennan was, of course, gone and Angela panicked as if she had lost her three year old at the Mall of America. She looked around the open part of the room and no Bren. She headed for the partitioned area that was almost a separate room. As she rounded the partition, she stopped in her tracks. There were only two people in the room. One was Dr Temperence Brennan and the other was Agent Peyton Perotta.
Perotta sat in one of the standard waiting room chairs, arms and legs crosed, staring mutinously ahead. Brennan had seated herself to Perotta's right and was hunched over in the chair, her face about two and a half feet from Perotta's, staring at her mouth with intense concentration. Angela walked over, ignoring Perotta's presence.
"Bren, what are you doing?"
"Looking." Her eyes never left Perotta's mouth. Angela grabbed Brennan's arm.
"Bren, come on, let's go." Brennan shrugged the hand off her arm.
"Can't."
"Why?"
"Just can't," Perotta turned a narrow eyed gaze on Brennan, but it had no effect. Sighing, Angela took a seat to wait her out. Less than three minutes later, Perotta turned to Brennan.
"For Heavens Sakes.." Brennan gasped and jerked backward so quickly that she almost fell out of her chair.
"Whoa!!" She looked at Perotta with eyes the size of dinner plates, "looking a little snaggle toothed there, Perotta." Angela jumped up and grabbed Brennan's arm, practically jerking it off pulling her from the chair and trying to get her out of the room. Brennan wasn't resisting, but before they got out of the room, she looked at Perotta over her shoulder. "You really might want to do something about that. Bye now." She tugged on the arm that Angela had nearly dislocated, whining, "Ange, you're hurting my arm. Did I do something wrong." Angela was moving her slowly toward the exit, but it was hard going with Brennan tugging back. She stopped and turned to Brennan with a long suffering sigh.
"Bren, that was a little mean, considering that you did that to her. Now, can we please go?" Angela held out her hand. Brennan had on her considering face but she placed her hand in Angelas and Angela thought they were home free. A huge smile spread across Brennan's face as she stopped right in front of the exit door and pulled away turning to face the very full waiting room. Thinking it would please Angela, she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Hey, Perotta, I'm sort of sorry I called you a snaggle tooth." Muffled snorts and coughing fits broke out around the room. "But, I'm not at all sorry that I knocked your teeth out in the first place." She clarified as open laughter erupted in the room. Brennan turned back to Angela expecting to be praised and was surprised when Angela grabbed her arm and hauled her through the door, muttering something about Booth being welcome to Dentist Day. Brennan happily followed the pretty lights.