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Chapter 29

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Part One

One day later…

Booth sat on the end of the bed, watching his Bones as she swept her hair back into a ponytail.

Two days ago, she had told him that she would be giving a lecture at George Mason University in Fairfax County Virginia, but after what happened yesterday, he wasn't quite ready to let her out of his sight.

However, the trick would be making sure that she didn't figure that out.

"Could you help me with this?"

Gracefully, he sprang to his feet.

She watched his approach from the mirror.

Silently, he took the necklace from her.

Slowly, he lowered the locket in front of her, but he only allowed for the tip of the heart to touch her skin.

He paused when the locket reached the top of her chest.

Then, bit by bit he pulled the chain back so the cool metal could lightly caress her heated flesh.

She gasped.

"Bones would you mind if I came with you to the university," he asked in a husky whisper, as he fastened the clasp on her locket?

She turned to face him.

"No," she said slowly, and a little huskily herself.

She cleared her throat before she added…

"But why would you want to, you hate sitting through lectures."

Suspiciously, she crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for his response.

Without missing a beat he replied…

"Not when they're given by my favorite Forensic Anthropologist."

Unconvinced, her brow furrowed as she replied, "I'm still the only anthropologist you know."

"Not true Bones, he replied as he ran his hands over her folded arms, I know the interns."

He flashed his charm smile at her.

"So, you're just biased then."

"Maybe."

His hands moved to her waist.

She raised her eyebrow.

"You're not sure," she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck?

He shook his head.

"Would it help if I told you that I was rather partial to a certain FBI agent myself?"

He shook his head again.

She pressed a little closer.

"What would help," she whispered?

"Show me."

Despite knowing that he was keeping something from her, she grinned.

"I thought you would never ask," she said as her lips crashed down on his.

As his mouth moved over hers, she was convinced that she had made the right decision, at least for right now.

So without further hesitation, her clever tongue danced over his.

He groaned.

Needing more, his hands traveled up her sides.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

As his fingertips brushed over her ribcage, her hands journeyed down his back.

Leisurely, his hands continued upward.

Whimpering, she arched her body into his.

He chuckled, but when she nipped at his lower lip, his laughter died.

As his blood rushed to his lower extremities, he became unable to hold himself back.

So, he gave in.

As he gently cupped her aching breasts, they both groaned.

Just as her hands reached his firm backside, his phone rang.

Harshly, she tore her lips away from his.

They were both breathing hard as they stared at each other.

Her eyes looked a little dazed, and her lips were slightly swollen.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her back into his arms.

His phone rang again.

"Answer it Booth, it could be important."

"Somebody had better be dead," he growled as he flipped his phone open, without taking his eyes off of her.

"Booth," he snapped.

"Oh… hey Becca, I'm sorry about that."

Bones covered her mouth to stifle her giggle.

He glared at her.

"You want me to take Parker now?"

"Rebecca I…"

Bones grabbed the phone from him.

"You can bring Parker over Rebecca, we would love to take him."

"No problem."

"Bye."

Smiling, she handed his phone back to him.

"Bones why…"

"Because you were trying to distract me."

"What…"

"Don't try to deny it," she said as she cocked her head to the side.

"You only want to come with me because you're worried, but I'm not sure why."

He sighed.

Even though he had tried to avoid it, she knew.

Still, he clenched his jaw to keep from telling her what he couldn't explain. He had no proof, just a gut feeling.

"I can take care of myself Booth."

"I know."

"Then why…"

"Because Bones, sometimes you need to let me take care of you."

"You're right Booth, and I'll work on it, but today, I'm taking care of you."

She closed the distance between them in two steps.

"You don't get to see Parker enough as it is," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

In an automatic response, his hands locked around her waist.

Blue orbs probed brown.

"Booth spend the day with your son, you know you want to, and when I get home, I'll make Mac and Cheese for dinner."

"I still don't like this."

"I know, but Seeley, I'm just going to a university. What's the worse that could happen?"

"Dammit Bones, are you trying to jinx yourself!"

"Booth there are no such things as jinxes."

"Fine, so just humor me then, and take it back."

"Seriously?"

He noded.

"I'm n…"

"Please?"

She sighed.

"I take it back."

"Thanks Bones," he murmured as he tenderly kissed her forehead.

"Damn alpha male tendencies," she mumbled back.

Needing to change the subject he asked, "Did I really distract you?"

She laughed.

"Did I say that," she teased?

"Yes."

"Then it could have been true," she whispered.

"You're not sure?"

She shook her head as she flashed her impish grin.

"Show me again."

He smiled as his lips covered hers.

When he finally broke the kiss he whispered, "Take your gun."

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Five mintues later he was standing in the driveway beside the SUV.

After she started the engine he leaned his head into the open window.

"Be careful."

"I will."

"I love you Booth."

"Love you more Bones."

As he watched her go, all he could do was pray that he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life.

AN: It has been forever and a day since I updated this story! Sorry about that. So, what's the worse that can happen? Those are some classic, famous last words, are they not? Wouldn't you like to know? If so, please… review, if not, hey what's the worse that could happen?