A/N: Who's hungry?
Booth strode purposefully into the lab and jogged directly up the stairs to the forensics platform, swiping his card quickly on his way through the security sensors. "Paula Ashwaldt killed herself last night." He announced, gaining the attention of Bones, Cam, Hodgins, and Angela who were huddled over an old looking pile of bones on the exam table. They'd had no new leads on Broadsky since they questioned Paula over a week ago. This was definitely going to light things up again.
Bones looked at him with a near anguished expression. He knew the feeling. He'd felt immediately guilty following the news as well. Did their revelations about Jacob push Paula over the edge?
"This is definitely going to set Broadsky off, so stay on high alert, all right?" He instructed them, watching as each face took on the weight of concern. "Let's take another look at the evidence, see if we can figure out who he's going after next." He instructed, addressing all of them. Looking at Bones, he tried to convey his need for privacy.
"Shall we go over the notes from when we questioned Paula?" Bones suggested, snapping off her rubber gloves and tossing them into the bin. "Perhaps we can ascertain more information with fresh eyes." she suggested and Booth nodded, allowing her to lead the way off the platform and toward her office.
He followed her into her office and made a direct beeline for the couch, throwing himself down onto the seat and groaning in frustration. He tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This case is killing me." he grumbled, though he knew it was difficult for all of them.
"Metaphorically…" she said slowly, and he opened his eyes, turning his head to see her confused and genuinely concerned face. He forgot sometimes that his favorite little genius took things way too literally.
Smiling softly, he nodded. "Yea, just metaphorically." He agreed and watched her expression relax.
"I find myself growing more and more concerned about your safety the closer we get to catching Broadsky." she told him, sitting down at her desk and toying nervously with the pen she'd left out.
He wouldn't admit it to her, knowing it would only serve to give her more anxiety, but he was getting a little concerned too. They'd been getting too close. That much was clear after their conversation with Paula. Broadsky had called Booth and told him as much.
"Seeley, you need to call off your hounds. You crossed a line, involving Paula. She's an innocent." he'd accused Booth, his voice cutting out and sounding distorted on the re-routed call.
"You've involved a lot of innocent people in your crusade, Jake. At least Paula is still alive after I spoke to her." Booth taunted him, but mostly he wanted Jacob to see what he was doing. He wasn't just killing serial killers now.
"Collateral damage, Booth. They died for the good of the mission." Jacob told him. "You know what that's like, don't you?" he'd reminded Booth without even having to say the name or the date or the goddamn location. They both knew what he was referring to and it was like a punch to Booth's gut.
"You're going about it all wrong, Jake." he told him as he walked into the lab, waving down Angela as he tried to silently tell her to begin the trace on the call. He'd been on his way to the lab when Broadsky called, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the other man on the line.
"There's no point tracing this call, Booth. You won't get my location." Broadsky taunted him. He must have had something setup to notify him of the trace. "I'll only tell you one time, Booth. You're either a part of the mission, or you're in the way of the mission. That's your choice." he'd said before the line went dead.
Booth looked at Angela in silent question, but she shook her head. They hadn't been able to ping the location.
Now that Paula was dead, Broadsky was definitely not going to let that rest without taking his pound of flesh right off of Booth's back. He could almost feel the crosshairs on the back of his neck.
"Do you want to have lunch?" Bones asked abruptly, drawing him out of his thoughts. He looked over at her, but she was focused on twirling the pen around in her fingers, absently staring at some indistinct spot on her desk.
"Nah, I don't really feel like sitting in a crowded diner right now." He admitted. It wasn't so much concern for his safety, though that was a factor, but he really just didn't want to be socially acceptable at the moment. "I don't really have much of an appetite right now either." he added, with an apologetic shrug. He'd keep her company if she wanted to order something in, though.
"I'm not really hungry either, nor do I wish to sit in the diner right now." She agreed, drawing absent invisible circles on her desk with the still capped pen. He scoffed a little, wondering what the awkward genius was thinking about. She'd been the one to bring up lunch in the first place. "I was thinking perhaps, we could have… lunch… at my place." she continued, finally meeting his eyes and bringing that distracting pen up to her mouth. She clamped it between her teeth and tilted her head in question. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him with that action alone? Probably, she wasn't as oblivious to her charms as she liked to let on.
"Lunch…" he repeated slowly, and watched as she nodded, raising her brows in question. "At your place…" he continued, a smirk growing across his features as she nodded again, trailing the pen down her neck and toward her ample cleavage peeking out of the top of the low cut blouse she was wearing. "Ya know, now that you mention it, I, uh, I'm starving." he told her with a grin, getting up from the couch and walking across her office toward her desk. Putting his palms flat against the surface to lean in closer, he let his eyes trail down the front of her shirt at her cleavage and remembered the photo she'd sent him a week ago, still stored in his phone, of those perfect tits completely naked for him. "Fucking famished, in fact." he added, feeling his heart begin to race. Were they really toeing this line right now? Were they really having a euphemism-loaded conversation about going back to her place to screw?
"Is that so?" she asked, rising from her chair picking up her coat off the hook near her door. "I'm certain I have something at home that can satisfy that." she teased with an impish little grin as he followed her out of her office.
Placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked toward the exit, he leaned in closer to her ear. "Yea, I bet I can find something to eat in your kitchen." he murmured quietly, watching her cheeks flush.
He wondered if she was having the same vivid memories of their phone call as he was, recalling how she'd told him, in great detail, that she wanted him to lift her onto her kitchen counter and lick her until she came. He was definitely going to bring that little fantasy to life for her right now. Especially since on the phone call she'd used slang he didn't even know she was privy to.
Booth glanced over at Bones in the passenger seat of his SUV. She'd been quiet most of the ride, making small talk here and there, but nothing of substance. As he pulled into the undergr0und parking garage at her apartment and parked in her spot, he reached for her hand on her seatbelt. "You okay?" he asked, wondering if she'd been sitting there having second thoughts or something. If she wanted an out, he'd give her one.
She looked at him with so much heat in her eyes, he thought he'd combust right there. "I– I just find that I am also… starving." she told him slowly, sighing heavily as her eyes flashed down toward his mouth. His cock twitched as the meaning of her words sunk in. She was horny and wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.
Without another thought, he leaned over the center console and cupped her cheek with one hand, meeting her lips with his. She sighed into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue through her hot mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered and opened her eyes to find him smirking at her. "Come on, Chef Brennan. You're supposed to be feeding me, remember?" he teased, climbing out of the car and meeting her at her door as she exited as well.
When they boarded the elevator, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and nibbling at her ear lobe and watching as her eyes drifted close at the sensation. What world was he living in right now? Clearly one where it was completely normal to take his best friend home for the sole purpose of fucking her senseless.
Booth closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling of Bones' fingertips drawing circles on his bare chest. He cracked one eye when the swirling patterns stopped and the bed dipped. "Where are you going?" he asked, reaching for her wrist and tugging her back down toward him. Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her naked body back on top of him and leaned up to suck her bottom lip.
She laughed, the throaty sound starting in her belly and vibrating both of their chests. "I need to use the bathroom." she murmured against his lips, though she made no move to escape again.
"I suppose that's allowed." he told her, sliding his hands down the curve of her bare back to cup her ass and pull her against his body. Smirking at her, he gave one cheek a firm squeeze and followed up with a slap before letting her roll away.
He watched and groaned with appreciation as she stopped and bent down to pick something up, displaying the blooming purple mark on her left cheek where he'd bit and sucked on her flesh earlier in the afternoon and the light pink handprint on her right where he'd just slapped. He growled possessively at the sight and watched as she lifted something up, probably a shirt or something, preferably his. There was nothing sexier than Bones in his clothes.
"No." he muttered, louder than he'd meant to when he realized what it was and watched as she turned back toward him.
"What?" she asked, sliding her arms in the silk floral robe.
"You can't wear that. You can never, ever, wear that robe again." he told her, sitting up in the bed, and looking around for something, anything, to hand her in place of that robe. "You should throw it away, or better yet, burn it."
"You don't like it?" she asked, looking somewhat offended. "I bought this in Japan. It was very expensive." she informed him haughtily as she proceeded to tie it closed despite his protests.
"It's beautiful, Bones, and I'll even pay for you to go back to Japan and buy you a new one, as long as that one, goes straight to hell." He told her, and she scoffed, crossing her arms in defiance. "Listen, Andrew Hacker answered your apartment door to me once. You know what he was wearing?" Booth asked and watched as understanding began to dawn on her pouty face. "Just that robe. And you know what else? It barely covers your sexy little body, so I'm sure you can imagine how very little it covered on that giant oaf." he explained, raising his brows in challenge.
"So, you feel traumatized by my robe because you saw Andrew's sexual organ beneath it?" she asked, walking back toward the bed like a lioness on the prowl. He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, you know that I don't subscribe to the soft science of psychology, but I am familiar with the concept of conditional response." she told him as she crawled onto the bed and over his lap until she was straddling him. "I posit that I can alter your response to this garment–" she told him, rolling her hips and grinding her wet sex against his renewed erection. "- through the same concept." He watched as she let the shoulder slide down, exposing one of her breasts. "Are you up for the challenge?" she asked, raising a brow as she reached down and wrapped a delicate fist around his cock.
"What am I? Pavlov now?" he joked, and watched as she flashed him a cocky smirk.
"Not at all. In this analogy, as the scientist performing the experiment, I would be Ivan Pavlov." she told him before she lifted her hips and lowered herself down onto his dick.
"I'm the dog then?" he asked on a groan, no longer giving a shit about the analogy, or the robe, or anything but the feeling of being completely sheathed inside of Bones. She emitted a throaty laugh, a sound he could get very used to hearing often, as he gripped her hips and rolled them, pinning her under his body. "We'll see who's salivating soon." he warned her, pistoning his hips as he thrust into her hard.
It was definitely him, he thought, that would be salivating. This round was rough and hard, and he watched as her breasts, only partially covered by the silk robe, bounced in time with his fast thrusts. He was fucking mesmerized by them for several moments before leaned down and wrapping his lips around one exposed nipple. She met him, thrust for thrust, moan for moan, gripping his shoulders and clawing at the side of his neck. "Come for me, Bones." he growled his demand against the side of her throat, sucking hard on her tender flesh until her back arched and she released a long drawn out moan, her muscles clenching firmly around his cock. He groaned, letting go as well, cursing as he thrust as deep as possible. Gripping her thighs so hard he'd probably leave his fingerprints in her flesh, his cock twitched and spurted his hot come within her as her muscles continued to contract, milking him of everything he had to offer.
Booth shuffled around Bones' apartment gathering up his clothes, carelessly discarded like a trail of breadcrumbs leading from her front door to her bedroom and nearly everywhere in between. He couldn't believe, when he'd rolled over and checked the time, that they'd spent the entire afternoon in bed. Well, the bed, the kitchen counter, the shower… Their phones had been completely silent for once, almost like the universe was giving them its blessing.
"What are you doing?" Bones mumbled from the bed, wrapped haphazardly in her bedsheet and that sexy little robe. Yea, he thought, his response to that was definitely reconditioned.
"It's almost five." he told her, buttoning his dress shirt as he walked over to the side of the bed. "I gotta get home." he added, leaning over and kissing her pouty lips. "Hmmm you taste good." he mumbled against her mouth, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He was addicted to her. He could feel it. She was tugging him back into the bed, and he was gladly allowing her to.
"Booth, don't leave me." she mumbled between kisses, sneaking her hand up under his shirt.
He groaned with regret because he'd love nothing more than to spend the entire night making her moan and come. "She'll be expecting me home soon, baby." he whispered softly, for the first time acknowledging that they were sneaking around being Hannah's back.
Bones pulled back, worrying her lower lip with her teeth as her face crumpled with pain. "That's – I didn't mean–" she started, averting her eyes like she was embarrassed all of a sudden.
Booth sighed, pressing a kiss to her creased forehead. "You mean the press tour." he realized, and she nodded softly. He was supposed to leave in a few days. He'd hoped to have this case closed before that day came, but it definitely didn't look like that was happening. He'd also hoped that he and Bones would be back on the right track with a stable partnership and friendship again before he left, but that was definitely not the case anymore either.
He opened his mouth, wanting to convey his own concerns about leaving as well until his phone rang. "We're gonna talk about that, ok?" he promised her, pressing a final firm smacking kiss to her lips as he climbed off of the bed and retrieved his phone from his pocket. Letting his eyes devour her naked breasts as she sat up in the bed allowing the robe and sheets to pool around her waist, he answered his phone blindly.
"Booth." he greeted, trying to keep the smile out of his voice.
"Agent Booth, this is officer Jonah Louis with DC Metro PD." A voice he didn't recognize replied back to him. "Sir, there's been an incident at your home. Your girlfriend was injured–" the office started, and Booth's heart raced.
"What happened?" he questioned abruptly, interrupting the officer. "Is Hannah ok?"
"She has some superficial injuries from a physical altercation with the perp but is otherwise unharmed. It seems she and the intruder caught each other off guard. Sir, it would be better if you could come home so we can debrief. She's pretty shaken up and is refusing to go anywhere until you arrive." the officer told him, and he agreed. His blood ran cold. He knew this had to be Broadsky. Hannah was lucky to be fucking alive right now if it was Broadsky. Why had he gone into the apartment instead of using his rifle?
"What happened?" Bones asked, already half dressed somehow. "Is Hannah ok?" she asked when he didn't respond.
"I don't know. I have to get home. Someone broke into my place. The beat cop there said Hannah was attacked." he continued, heading toward the front door to find his shoes. His brain was on autopilot as every terrifying outcome imaginable crossed his mind. Had Broadsky intended to hurt Hannah or was he simply looking for Booth? Was he there to kill Booth or scope out the apartment for vantage points. Whatever he had planned, it wasn't over; that much Booth was sure of.
By the time he was ready to walk out the door, patting his pockets down for his keys and wallet, Bones was standing next to him, ready as well. He nodded, squeezing her hand briefly before they headed out the door together.
