No prompt, just something that popped into my head. I hope you like it.

Thanks for all of the great reviews. I've been told that there is still interest in Hannah stories. I am still taking prompts.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth had been in Afghanistan for about six months when he rescued a reporter and her cameraman from a very dangerous situation. They'd entered into a restricted area of the country trying to cover a story about a school for girls and they'd almost been murdered for their trouble. The Taliban had heard that a reporter was in the area and had decided to turn her into an object lesson. Finding her in the house of a teacher of a girl's school, Hannah had been dragged out into the street along with her camera man. She'd been forced to kneel on the ground with her companion and guns had been placed against their temples when sudden shots could be heard and the gathered crowd saw the two menacing Taliban fall to the ground dead.

Watching in disbelief, Hannah Burley and Karl Kitchen had watched a mix of U.S. soldiers and Afghan soldiers run towards them. Ordering them to stand up, they'd been urged to run and that's what they'd done. They'd raced to their jeep, piled in and drove away. The allied soldiers, watching the jeep drive away, waved their guns at the crowd before them. The Sergeant Major, in charge of the diverse group, informed the villagers milling in front of them that killing reporters might not be a very wise thing to do because the government would take a dim view of the attention it would garner. Speaking in accented Pashto, Booth smiled and pointed at the bodies, "I heard that there's a reward being offered for that man on the right. I'd go collect it if I were you."

Turning, Booth motioned for his men to leave. The villagers watching the soldiers leave the area, stood over the dead wanted man and debated what to do about the reward and whether it was worth the risk to collect it, after all the dead man was a foreigner; so, who would care.

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Booth reported the incident to his commanding officer and Major Cramer was pissed, "God damn reporters. We tell them to stay out of the trouble spots and that's like waving a red flag at a bull. Shit, those two idiots are lucky you and your men came along. Did you get her name?"

Smiling, Booth responded, "I didn't have to ask, it's the same reporter that was rescued three weeks ago from those angry opium farmers in the same area. Her name is Hannah Burley."

"Yeah, I've heard of her. Go find her and haul her ass in here. I've had enough of Baghdad Barbie. She was nothing but trouble when she was in Iraq and I sure as shit will not stand for her irrational disregard for authority here."

Saluting casually, Booth smiled, "As soon as I find her, I'll bring in."

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Booth had been lying on a blanket under a tree near his bivouac reading a book when he saw a shadow cross his face. Lowering his book, Booth looked up to see the reporter, Hannah Burley.

Standing up, Booth placed his right hand on his hip, "Just in case you don't know it, Major Cramer has had people looking for you for three days now." Placing his hand near his holstered gun, Booth smiled, "It will be painless if you'll just let him yell at you."

Nodding her head, Hannah sighed, "I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. Karl and I were seeing our lives flash before us when you and your men showed up."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth pointed across the compound, "Major Cramer is over there. Will you come with me willingly?"

Crossing her arms, Hannah asked, "Or what?"

Frowning, Booth unsnapped his holster, "Do you really need to ask?"

Laughing, Hannah threw her hands in the air, "Ok, you caught me. Take me in."

Pointing across the compound again, Booth responded, "This really isn't a funny matter. You jeopardized your lives and the lives of my men."

Shrugging her shoulders, Hannah turned and walked towards Major Cramer's quarters, "I was trying to do my job."

Silently following Hannah, Booth observed her body as she walked away from him. Shaking his head, Booth tried to think of anything but what he was seeing walking before him. Thinking, Booth's eyes flicked over her form, "Damn it, she's got a beautiful ass. I'll give her that."

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After Cramer had read Hannah the riot act, she'd left his quarters and walked back across the compound. Sitting on Booth's blanket, Hannah picked up his book and started to read it.

Booth walking back to his bivouac noticed Hannah reading his book. Irritated, Booth marched over to where Hannah was sitting and plucked his book out of her hand. "Excuse me, private property."

Smiling, Hannah looked up at Booth, "J. J. Jance is a pretty good author. I haven't read that book yet, is it new?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth replied, "My grandfather sent it to me, it was released about three months ago in paper back."

Standing, Hannah looked around and then back at Booth, "So, I would really like to repay you for saving my life. I get to the capital quite often. Want me to get anything for you?"

Shaking his head, Booth walked around Hannah and laid back down on his blanket. Opening his book, Booth started to read again.

Puzzled, Hannah asked, "Do you ever get lonely. I mean lonely for a little human contact."

Irritated, Booth looked over his book at Hannah, "Is that some kind of come on?"

Scowling, Hannah crossed her arms across her chest, "Are you gay or something? I'm flirting with you and you're angry? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Smirking, Booth sat up and pulled a picture out of one of his pockets. Staring at it for a few seconds, Booth held it up for Hannah to accept or not. Reaching for the photo, Hannah stared at the picture.

"She's very pretty."

Smiling, Booth snatched the picture out of Hannah's hand, "I am not gay."

Shrugging her shoulders, Hannah studied Booth's face, "Ok, I get it. You have a girl back home and your faithful. Great. You know most guys wouldn't care about whose back home. I'm not exactly repulsive to look at and you're pretty hot yourself."

Laughing, Booth placed his picture in his book and pulled his knees up, wrapping his arms around them. "Once you've had a taste of cream you lose interest in skim milk."

Rolling her eyes, Hannah replied, "And I'm skim milk?"

Smiling, Booth nodded his head, "Hell, everyone is skim milk compared to Bones."

Pursing her lips, Hannah licked her bottom lip, "I admire your restraint. You must have nerves of steel."

Releasing his legs, Booth stood up, "No, I'm a man in love and there is no way I will ever be unfaithful to that love."

Turning, Hannah put a little extra wriggle in her butt as she walked away. Booth, frowning, looked away, "Down boy. When I get back to the States I'm going to have a nice long talk with Bones. I screwed up the first time. I won't the second time."

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Ok, just a little something something. What did you think of it? I totally averted the whole Hannah mess with this one.