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It's been some time since I updated this story, so thought I'd post a chapter from here this week.

Mine

Leaning against the bar counter in the noisy nightclub, Booth tried to quell the rising surge of jealousy threatening to bubble over and blow up into something physical. It was a feeling he had become unaccustomed to. Afterall, he had been in what she would call a serious, monogamous relationship with the same one woman for almost ten years. She was his, and he was hers. Way back then, he would have thought being in such a relationship with her and married at that, would have been impossible, like one dreaming for the moon. But here they were now. He would have given himself a mental pat on the back for how far they've come, if not for their current situation.

"Easy Booth." Aubrey's voice could be heard over the concealed ear piece in his ear. "That vein in your forehead looks like it's gonna burst."

"This wasn't a good idea." Booth muttered back.

"It was the only idea, and you know it."

Booth blew out a breath, reaching for the glass of scotch he had ordered from the bartender, downing the brown liquid in one gulp. It burned all the way down but it didn't seem to help quell his jealousy. He was technically still on duty and shouldn't have drank on the job, but he figured one drink would not impair his senses. The downed glass of scotch was doing its best to help him keep his cool. The pulsating music and equally annoying strobe lights seemed to make his already foul mood worse.

There was no denying it, his wife was beautiful. He had known that all along. Even when she didn't intentionally dress up she was attractive. But tonight, in order to play the part, Brennan was stunning in her red, strapless dress. She had her hair up, revealing the expanse of creamy skin on her neck. The dress revealed her cleavage a little too much in his opinion, but that was the idea behind her choice of attire. It was no wonder that as she was seated at a table not too far from him, many men jostled for a seat next to her. Some, placing their hands where Booth knew they shouldn't.

She was undercover, out to lure a serial killer who, to date was responsible for three women ending up in the Jeffersonian Medico-legal lab. A fourth victim had survived but did not remember enough of her attacker's face to provide Angela with a sketch. She had only remembered a tattoo on her attacker's neck. CCTV footage had yielded a grainy picture of the killer, who had a certain characteristic gait. And therein lay the problem. Booth could have sent any female Agent for the part, but no female Agent had the skill set that his wife had. She as the only one who could positively identify the man in the CCTV footage from the way he walked.

He knew she never did things half-heartedly and she had spent time preparing for her part. He remembered how she had casually mentioned to him that she had been a stripper before, all in the name of research. He knew to her, tonight was probably another opportunity to study something that interested her in her field of anthropology and also to help catch a killer. He just wished she wasn't so good at it.

Booth clenched his fist tightly as Brennan returned from the dance floor. She had indulged one man in a short dance. A man who, in Booth's opinion had danced too close to her for his comfort and put his hands too eagerly on her body. He had hoped that man would be the one and they could call it a night, but Brennan had not given the signal.

How many men with a tattoo on their neck are there here tonight? Booth fought the urge to reach for his gun that was hidden under his jacket as Brennan led yet another man to the dance floor. It was hard to watch another man attempt to grope his wife but Booth could not tear his eyes away. The serial killer they wanted to catch was dangerous and he would not put her any more in harm's way than was absolutely necessary.

Then to Booth's relief, Brennan gave the signal. She reached for the sole pin that held up her hair as she swayed to the music, allowing her long auburn hair to cascade down her neck. For moment, Booth forgot to breathe. She took his breath away.

"That's our guy." Aubrey's voice could be heard again.

"I'm on it." Booth sprang forward, pushing his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor, ready to unleash the simmering jealous rage that had been brimming all night.

Before he could reach his target, his smaller and slighter partner arrived, grabbing the man's arm. There was a short tussle, the man mistaking Aubrey for just another guy wanting to compete with him for Brennan's attention. But before their suspect could attempt to pull himself free from Aubrey's grasp, Booth was there, his large hands grabbing the suspect's other arm and with a knee to his back, brought the man face down onto the ground. Not an easy task, given that the dance floor was packed with people.

"FBI!" Booth shouted as he handcuffed the man all too enthusiastically.

Aubrey flashed his badge as Booth pulled the suspect to his feet. The crowd parted, making way for the two FBI Agents to lead the man out of the club. With the suspect locked in the back of the SUV, Booth could finally turn to Brennan who had been following close behind.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Other than feeling like I need a long, hot shower."

Brennan's words inexplicably turned him on, but Booth pushed the thoughts of being intimate with her aside. He still had work to do.

"He's our guy?"

"Yes. I'm positive."

"Good enough for me." Booth glanced at Aubrey who was in the front passenger seat of the car waiting patiently. "I gotta get back to the office."

"I know."

"It's late."

"I can drive myself home. You don't have to worry."

"I'll walk you to your car. This isn't the best place for a beautiful woman like you to be out alone at this time of night."

"My car's just over there Booth, I'll be fine. Go."

Booth sighed. "Right, okay. Text me when you get home."

Brennan smiled at his over-protectiveness. "I will."

Booth opened the driver side door and slid into his car. He watched through the rear-view mirror as Brennan made it safely to her car, then waited as she started the engine and drove off into the night.

"We can go now. She's safely on her way home." Aubrey spoke up.

Booth glanced at Aubrey who smirked back.

Hours later, Booth got home after interrogating their suspect. Aubrey had stayed to complete the paperwork. They had caught their killer, another case closed.

Booth was surprised to find Brennan still up, reading on their bed.

"You're still up?"

"I was waiting for you."

"You take that shower you wanted?"

"Yes. It feels nice to get the smell of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke out of my hair."

"Those guys were all over you." Booth scowled.

"Yes but I was undercover. It was all part of the job. It meant nothing to me."

"I didn't like it."

"I know," Brennan chuckled. "Although it is impossible, I could feel you staring at me."

"You know you're mine and mine alone right?"

"I know. I've always said that you're an alpha male and alpha males are known to be extremely possessive of their mates."

"You got that right." Booth crooked a grin as he loosened his tie and shrugged off his jacket. He toed-off his shoes and pulled off his pants.

"What no objections? Not gonna tell me that you're not property to be fought over?"

"I find that I'm no longer averse to the idea of belonging to you, much like I know you belong to me. In fact, I find the thought rather arousing."

"Arousing huh?" Booth flashed her a cocky grin.

"At least now, you know how I feel when a woman lets her gaze linger too long on you."

"Yeah well you know, price of marrying a hot guy like me."

Brennan laughed as Booth started to climb into bed with her, intending to reclaim her for himself.

"Booth! No."

"What?" Booth asked, confused. "I thought you said you were aroused?"

"Yes, evidently, as are you. But you also smell of the nightclub. A scent I recently rid myself of. You should take a shower first."

"Really? I had to watch other men hit on you all night and you're gonna make me wait somemore? You're mine and I can't wait to prove it."

"Who said anything about making you wait?" Brennan smiled slyly as she slid out of bed. She untied the fluffy robe she was wrapped in, letting it drop onto the floor, revealing her naked self to him. "I intend to join you in the shower."

Booth grinned, pulling off his boxers. "You really know how to make me feel better after the night I've had."

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