9

The ride to the crime scene was tense, both only glancing at the other when they thought there was no danger of being caught. Of course when they were incorrect and their eyes met, they had a level of intensity that had not been there in years, not since they were able to consummate their marriage on a daily basis. It was exciting in a way, feeling the pangs of sexual tension again, longing with out having.

Booth pulled into a parking spot, still avoiding Brennan's gaze as she got out of the suburban. For just a moment he leaned his head against the steering wheel. He needed to get a hold of himself, this was a crime scene, and he needed to solve a murder. Much less the fact that he still had not solved the case of Angela's father.

He pulled the latch on his own door, allowing him to exit the vehicle and catch up with Brennan. She was crouched down over the skeleton, her eagle eyes taking in the surroundings, checking for surface evidence first.

"What do you think Bones?" he asked, watching her carefully matriculate her findings, the sexual tension forgotten for the moment.

"Male, I'd say mid-thirties. I'd estimate he's been out here for the better part of two weeks maybe? I won't have anything definitive until we get him back to the lab." She said, standing up and wiping her soggy hands on her plastic suit.

" Alright, let's ship it back to the Jeffersonian, cause that's what we do." Booth said making 'wrap it up' motions with his pen. " And Bones, wipe your feet off before you get back in the truck."

Brennan looked up at him with a sigh, shaking her head, before standing to follow him, her mind racing a thousand miles a minute. It was defiantly going to be a long day, and in her line of work long days came with the territory.

*********

Brennan walked through the halls of the Hoover building, file in hand. She knew she should have called, but she needed out of the lab for just a second. The day had been longer and more tedious than she had thought, her mind bouncing from one murder to the next. She of course blamed her lack of sleep on the burry way her eyes glazed over as she looked at the paper work.

Rounding the corner to her husband's office she found him talking to Perotta, a disturbed look on his face. For just a moment she waited, looking to see what they were talking about. It had been years since the deep twinge of jealousy crept up on her, but every now and then, even after all the logical reasoning, she felt like perhaps she was just a mediocre comparison to the blonde woman across from her.

Her presence did not go unnoticed for long, the second sense about her that Booth seemed to have forced him to look up, his eyes meeting hers, filling with the same tension from earlier in the day. "Bones?" His voice sounded welcoming around the questioning glance.

"Hodgins found something." She said, indicating the file in her hands.

"What is it?" Perotta asked, her own suspicion intrigued.

"There was microscopic grit in the victim's shoes. It matched the grit on the bottom of Angela's father's shoes." She said, taking seat next to Perotta in the other chair.

" So the two murders are related." Booth summarized.

" I am not comfortable with that assessment." Brennan said handing over the file.

" But both of the victims were in the same place." Perotta said, trying to piece the evidence in a way that Brennan would be comfortable with.

"Yes, shortly before their death."

"And what are the odds that you find two murder victims that had been in the same place without the crimes being related?"

" Slim but not improbable." She said crossing her legs and looking at Booth, waiting for him to challenge her.

"Bones, this seems pretty air tight to me." He said rubbing his temples in his hands. He could feel the headache from his lack of caffeine setting in. It was not until Perotta's phone went off that he looked up again, first at her then to his wife.

"Shit, Booth, I have to go." Perotta said waiving the offensive object in the air before making a hasty retreat.

" You know if I did not know any better I would say that she had that set up." Booth said shaking his head again.

" I don't understand." Brennan said, scrunching her eyebrows.

" It's nothing. So they were in the same place shortly before time of death but that's just a strange coincidence." He said with sarcasm.

"No, but there are no other ties linking the two men. They did not know of each other, how could their deaths be related?" She asked, looking up at him. " We do not even know where this place is, it could be a very highly populated area."

"Or they are related." He pressed, knowing that he was about to trigger her defense system. In the blink of an eye she out of the chair and hovering next to him, a fire in her eyes that he had missed.

" What tells you that, Booth, your gut? Because the last time I checked that was not a reliable resource of information." She said poking her finger at his mid section.

" I would call it an intuitive leap based on the information you shared with me." He said leaning in, ready to fire right back. There was warmth in him that he had not felt in several years, a rush that he did not understand. He liked it though, almost as much as he had liked kissing her neck in the shower, or watching her throw a mini tantrum in their bed earlier.

"You mean a guess." She said, leaning in so close he could feel her breath on his face. He realized then that the warmth was not anger, it was his libido kicking into high gear. He was not angry, but rather incredibly turned on by the fireball in front of him. Reaching out he steadied her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him, holding her still.

"I mean a fact." He said before pulling her lips to his and silencing the argument once and for all.

**********

Meanwhile…

Angela rushed to the door, hoping to catch it before whoever was there woke Michael up from his nap. He had been fussy today, and the only thing that seemed to silence him was a little story time preceded by sleep. He had only been out for about ten minutes, when the doorbell had echoed through the house, summoning her.

She took off like a bat out of hell, trying to answer the door before a second ring was required. In record time she threw it open, finding Wendell standing on the other side, nervously fiddling with a cookie bouquet. Smiling with false warmth she had not felt in weeks she ushered him in, allowing him to pass.

" Sorry to drop in like this, " He said looking at her with kind eyes.

"It's no problem. I just got Michael down for a nap though, so we have to be quiet." She responded, leading the way into the living room.

" Wow." He said looking around at the high ceilings and intricate windows. "We certainly did not have these back in the neighborhood."

"I admit it is a bit much, but I can see why Brennan picked it. It's really peaceful out here." She said with a smile.

" Is it helping?" He asked, a little sheepishly.

" I guess. At least watching Michael keeps my mind off of things for a while. There is something therapeutic about children. They are so innocent and happy you can't help not feeling better around them. Can I get you anything?" She asked motioning to the kitchen.

"No, I'm alright. I just came by as the official delivery man." Wendell said as he thrust the bouquet into her waiting hands. " We all wanted you to know that we are thinking about you, we miss you."

Angela was touched, not only were they working all night to solve her father's murder but they were still thinking about her as well. They were worried about her, someone was worried about her. The thought brought her far more joy than she thought possible in her current state.

"I miss you," Wendell's voice shook a little as he whispered the last part, causing her head to snap up. She had not forgotten their night, but it seemed like eons ago in a land far away. She had not told anyone, perhaps trying to understand it for herself, then pushed that aside with her father's death.

"Wendell…" She started, feeling like it was not the time or the place for the discussion she knew was looming. The tension was there, she could feel it building, forming a lump in her throat.

"It's okay Angie, I understand. I would not expect our little tryst to rate high on your list of priorities at the moment." He was there suddenly, invading her personal space, clouding her thoughts, pushing away everything other than the delicious smell of him assaulting her senses.

Her mind let go, for just a second, of the pain and the heartbreak, only able to focus on the feelings in her chest, the way her heartbeat picked up, her breath came in small pants, her pupils dilated. Graphic images flashed through her mind, reminding her of the moments they had spent devouring each other in passion. She shivered at the slight heat moving through her, making her tremble with need for something other than release. Her thoughts from the other night came back, reminding her that she needed to feel something more than the pain she was dealing with.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, I just, I can't take to many risks right now." She said, her voice low.

"Am I a risk, Angie?" He was inches from her face and she could feel his warm sweet breath on her face. It turned her on in spite of her better judgment, allowing her body to react for her.

"You could be a real heartbreaker, Wendell. I'm not sure I have the strength right now to find out." She said, her lips leaning towards his.

"Always treat a lady well and you will die a happy man. My mama told me that, she was a brilliant woman." He said before capturing her lips with his own, his fingers tangling in her long brown waves, pulling her a close as she could get.

******

Brennan broke the kiss first, stunned at her reaction. She was hot and bothered beyond belief, wondering what had changed. The something missing was gone, instead filled by the lusty rage her husband had evoked. She had been grasping at straws all day, trying to quell the urge to walk into his office, lock the door and take him on his desk. Feeling even more like a hormonal teenager she glanced at the open door the up to his darkened eyes.

The carnal desire in them cut right to her stomach, igniting the fire inside causing it to burn through her limbs. He moved like lightening, slamming the door, locking it behind him before she had even registered his movements. He was at her side, reaching out, taking her face in his hands, pulling her to him far more roughly than usual. He had and urgency that had not been there since the very first time they had ever made love. There was a longing there, one that had not manifested since the early days of their partnership, when they spent hours on end fighting their attraction to each other.

His mouth crushed her, his tongue running along her swollen bottom lip, waiting for permission to enter. She grabbed his collar pulling him to her, the way she had in their first kiss long before kissing Booth became okay. He took the cue without hesitation, opening her mouth with a groan, wanting to get closer, wanting the be inside her. This was going back to basics for them, back to a time when the desire was the only thing they connected with.

*****

Angela's chest heaved with heavy pants as Wendell released her. She had expected it, seen it coming, but was unprepared for the way it made her feel. Her desire sprang into high gear almost instantaneously and she knew that there was no quelling it without taking this thing all the way.

He backed away from her though, looking at her with dark eyes. Torment clouded his face as he put space between them, trying to clear both of their minds. This was not right, not the reason to take things to a level they did not need to be at. He wanted it, more than he wanted to take his next breath. The images of their night together, it taunted him, flashing in his dreams leaving him achy and needy in the night.

As he watched her now he knew this memory would haunt him to, the way her swollen lips fit with her flushed cheeks, her hair messy from his hands working through it. Knowing that he had done this to her, that he made her feel something other than the distress her father's death had cloaked her with, it made him feel powerful.

"I'm sorry, Wendell, I don't know what-" He held up his hand silencing her, not trusting his voice just yet.

She just looked at him, her own desire evident. He was not mistaken about it, or about the fact that if he went to her she would not tell him no. In fact part of him wondered if that was what she needed. The fact was though, she had been in charge, from the very first touch of their lips she had led the way. Her head cocked to one side as a look of question crossed her brilliant features. He would have given every cent he had ever earned to know what she was thinking.

It was then that the gods opened the floodgates, she was there, her arms around him, her mouth on his. He could feel her hot breath in his own mouth, tasting her on him, remembering it from before. This was not right though, he had to be sure.

"Wait, Angie. Are you sure?" She answered him with another kiss, silencing him for a moment.

" What about Michael?" He asked breaking their contact once more. He had to know that this was with out a doubt alright before taking the leap. There was no going back once he crossed that line.

"He's asleep." She said, reconnecting to him once more. This time he did not fight it.

***********

"Booth…" Her moans made him harder than he could ever remember being in his entire life. Leaning back in the large desk chair that he always sat in, he pulled her bottom closer to him, pressing into her straddled legs with urgency. Reaching out he pulled at the hem of her skirt, tugging it upwards tracing her now bare legs as he went. He felt her flesh pebble in tiny goose bumps as the cold air followed his feather light touches. Her tights and Boots lay on the floor beside them, his tie was strewn about somewhere. None of that mattered though, it was too much clothing as it was.

He hooked his fingers around the tiny strings of her thong wondering how he had missed her putting that on this morning. Perhaps he would need to pay better attention when she was dressing for her day. He wondered what other little treasures he could find under the crisp scientist exterior.

************

Angela clawed at the polo covering Wendell's upper body as he eased her back on the couch. The need, the want, it was intense, over taking anything else. She wanted to feel him in her, to forget anything but his crushing weight on her as he brought her off.

It was quick, not long and lovingly drawn out, just… fast. One moment he was hovering about her, kissing his way down her body, taking her breast in his mouth, the next he was inside her, pounding hard and fast, taking away the hole in her heart and filling it with need and desire, just the way she liked it.

***********

Brennan came hard, her whole body shaking in Booth's arms as her head feel into the crevice where his neck met his shoulders. She whimpered with the force, calling out his name, bringing him with her before her exit into the afterglow. She was panting against him, his arms supporting her weak frame.

"I think we are going to break the chair." His rough voice broke the silence.

"There are always casualties in war." She laughed, her body still shaking against his sweat slicked chest.

"Just to be clear, who won this particular argument?" He asked, his own laughter rumbling low within him.

"I am very generously going to call it a draw."

"That's kind of you, Bones. You are not getting soft on me are you?" He asked with teasing in his eyes. She lifted her head to look at him, eyeing him with a soft smile.

"Would I do that to you, Booth?" She asked before moving to get up from his lap, hoping her wobbly legs would support her.

"Baby, if you look like that afterwards you can do anything you want to me, anytime you want." He leered at her as he went to button up his shirt with still shaky fingers.

**********

Angela fell against Wendell, her breathing ragged as her body returned too normal. She lay there on the slick leather of the Booth's couch in a varied state of undress waiting for the return of her demons. At least for the moment, they were at bay. The only thing she could think about was Wendell's hands running lightly up and down her back in a comforting motion.

She felt like a child then, seeking the comfort of someone older and wiser than her, looking to find strength in him. For the first time since doing the sketch in her office she had a sense of peace and clarity, no matter how briefly it would last.

The world was floating back around them, righting its self and the disheveled mess they had left in their wake. As reality filtered back she moved away from him, pulling on her sweater and sitting up. Once more she had turned to passion to give her a connection that she needed, but knew that it would go no further. She did not have anything left to give him, and he held the world in his very capable hands.