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I'm not sure when I'll have time to post a chapter in the coming week, so I'm making up by posting twice today. Enjoy!

Undercover

Brennan watched from the entrance of their bedroom as her husband moved purposefully from the closet to their bed. He folded articles of clothing, then placed them inside the black duffel bag on their bed. T-shirts, jeans, socks, boxers. Seemingly satisfied, he zipped up the bag then pulled on the sleek, black leather jacket he had laid out on the bed. He checked himself in the mirror, running fingers through his gelled hair.

Brennan had to admit. Booth looked every bit the part of a biker. From the leather jacket and spiked hair, to the loud t-shirt with the name of a death metal band with faded jeans and boots. She thought he looked decidedly sexy. He must have thought so too as he grinned at his own reflection in the mirror. Turning he walked towards her. She folded her arms across her chest as he stood in front of her.

"I know you don't like this."

"I don't. But you do."

Booth grinned. "Hey, I've always wanted to ride a motorcycle. And now the FBI's loaning me a really cool one. It's huge. I mean how else would I play the part right?"

Brennan sighed. This undercover stint was playing a little too much into Booth's fantasies. And she would not be there to prevent him from getting carried away. She thought of the other females who would be at the biker bars he would have to frequent. She knew he would have to play his part in his undercover role. He could not avoid them. She knew he would never cheat on her with another woman. That being said, he was a very good-looking man with an excellent physique that his clothes did little to hide. She was sure other females would be attracted to him. She couldn't help the stab of jealousy in her heart.

"I only have eyes for you okay?" Booth said, as if reading her mind. "If those biker chicks want some of this? I'll offer them Aubrey instead."

She gipped the lapels of his jacket tightly. "Promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise. I also promise if for any reason they want me to play a game of poker or whatever, I'll make up some excuse. I won't even touch the cards."

Brennan nodded. "And be careful riding your bike."

"I will. This is an important RICO case, I won't mess it up."

Brennan frowned. "I just hate that I won't be there to back you up. I'm always Roxie to your Tony and Wanda to your Buck."

Booth smiled at her little pout. "And you'll always be. But this time I'm gonna have to be Tony without Roxie okay? Roxie is now married to Tony and has to stay home with their two beautiful children."

"That hardly sounds like something Roxie would do." She complained.

"Just go with it Bones."

"I hate that you'll be undercover without me there to back you up."

"Aubrey's gonna be there. You know he'll gladly take a bullet for me."

"As will you for him."

"Yeah."

"And how's that supposed to make me feel any better?"

"It just is." He placed his hands on her arms, running them up and down in an attempt to placate her. "It's hard I know. I don't know how long it's gonna take before I can come home again, but I promise I'll be okay."

"You do not have my permission to die. Remember that." She jabbed her finger at his chest.

"How could I forget?" Booth replied, his voice now losing its playful tone. She had reminded him of the seriousness of his undercover assignment.

"And you're not gonna find some way to be Roxie and come join me and Aubrey all right?"

"Okay."

"Promise. Cause you did that the last time I went undercover at the cowboy thing."

"I won't this time. Although Roxie might happen to be at a bar that Tony's biker gang frequents."

"Bones!"

Brennan laughed. "I was just teasing you. I promise I won't."

"A whole lot of promises we're making."

"Promises we'll both keep."

"We will."

"Oh one more thing," He slipped off his wedding ring and placed it into her open palm. He closed his hand over hers. His gesture added to the gravity of the situation. She remembered the last time she found his wedding ring, she had almost lost him. He instantly knew what she was thinking of.

"I'm gonna be fine. I'll come back for it."

She nodded as he cupped her face, leaning in to capture her lips in his. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed his bag that was on the bed. "Tell the Hank and Christine I love them."

"I'll tell them every day."

…

Brennan scoured the news daily, trying to reassure herself that Booth was unharmed. Three long weeks after he went undercover, Booth returned to her.

She was in limbo, looking over the remains of a cold case when he entered. He looked the way he did when he had left her. Leather jacket, loud t-shirt, faded jeans, boots. This time however, he had a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose.

"Hey Bones!" His voice startled her but she smiled.

"Booth!" She snapped off her gloves then hurried into his outstretched arms, relishing the feel of his embrace.

"I've missed you." Brennan whispered into his neck.

"I missed you too." He slipped the sunglasses off his face.

"I take it the case is solved? You don't have to be undercover anymore?"

"Yeah. Aubrey and I got what we needed. SWAT came in, helped us with the arrest. We couldn't deal with twenty angry bikers on our own."

"I'm glad you had help. Aubrey and you would have been outnumbered."

"It all went down this morning. It was three in the morning and I didn't want to wake you. Anyway I had to get back to the office, wrap up the paperwork."

"And you're unharmed and so is Aubrey?"

"Yeah we're good." He stared into her eyes, taking in a deep breath. He pushed a hand into the pocket of his jeans, fisting the GA sobriety chip he had earned from the last time he had lied to her and gambled. That had not been as long ago as he would have liked. He knew he would work doubly hard now to earn a new one.

Swallowing thickly, Booth gathered the courage to make his confession to his wife. "I… I had to play a couple of games of poker."

"Oh Booth." Brennan sighed, resting a hand on his chest. Afraid for what that meant for them. Afraid of having to go down that road again.

"It was that or risk getting our cover busted. Aubrey tried to step in but he couldn't. I mean I'm the pro at things like this right?"

Brennan nodded. Not liking what she was hearing.

"Don't worry all right Bones? It was different this time. I accepted the feelings, the rush and all the adrenaline that comes with it while I was in the middle of the game. I'm not undercover anymore. It's not gonna be like the last time. I promise. I don't even have the urge to gamble. I'm Booth now, not Tony. Look, I even called Gavin and we talked. I know you don't believe me because of what I did in the past, so here, check my phone, I called Gavin."

Booth handed his phone to her. Brennan hated that he felt as if she didn't trust him completely when it came to his gambling. She hated it even more that he was right. She did worry that he was lying to her and deep down inside there was always this little part of her waiting for him to fall off the wagon again.

"Take it, it's okay." Booth nodded reassuringly at her.

Brennan took his phone. He had indeed called Gavin. The time stamp on his phone log showed that he had placed a twenty minute phone call to Gavin at six that morning. She handed the phone back to him. She closed her eyes, the feelings of his betrayal resurfacing as if it happened just yesterday. She took in a calming breath. She felt his hands on her back, rubbing gently.

"I'm not going to make that mistake again. I have too much to lose."

Brennan opened her eyes. "I believe you."

"I'm going to attend a meeting tonight. I have things under control okay? Even though I don't have the urge to gamble anymore, I'm still gonna go to those meetings."

"You go every week."

"And I'll go everyday now if I have to."

"And if you ever need someone to talk to other than Gavin, no matter what the hour, you have me."

Booth smiled. "I know. And I'm always gonna be thankful that I have you in my corner."

"You know I'm going to keep a careful eye on you, at least for the moment."

"I don't expect any less. And believe me I appreciate it."

"I'm just glad it's all over and you're able to come home now."

"Yeah me too."

"Hank and Christine missed you terribly. They wanted so badly to at least be able to talk to you."

"Daddy's home now." Booth grinned. "I'm gonna surprise them, pick them from school and daycare."

Brennan nodded. "Next time, I'm coming with you."

"I'll remember to tell the Bureau that." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I believe you have something of mine."

"I believe I do." Brennan reached into her pocket, retrieving Booth's wedding ring. "I've kept it with me all this time."

Booth held out his left hand to her as she slipped it onto his ring finger, much like on the day they got married. He held up his hand for both of them to see.

"Perfect." He whispered under his breath as she pulled him to her for a passionate kiss.