A pounding on his front door caused Seely to jump out of bed and made a dash into the living room.

"Booth! Booth!" A familiar panicked stricken voice hollered outside his door.

"Angela?" He yanked the door open. "What the hell?" The FBI agent stood in his boxers.

Without an invitation, she pushed her way into his house and had not even paid attention of his appearance. "It's Temperance. I've been calling her all night and went to her place. I-I can't find her. She was so upset after you left yesterday, I don't even know if she arrived home. I don't know where she is."

"Will you calm down. Look..."

"Hey, what's all the commotion about?" Tempe walked into the living room unaware of Angela's presence.

"Tempe! You're here!" Angela's eyes widened surprised to see her friend dressed in one of Booth's oversized tee shirt. "Sweetie, I've been worried about you. You didn't answer your cell," she said excitedly, then changed her tone of voice. "But then, I can understand why you've been too busy to pick up your phone."

Temperance was speechless and embarrassed. She pulled at her shirt as if to to cover up whatever love bites her lover left on her.

Booth spoke up for her. "As you can see, she's fine, Angela. Uh, nothing to worry about. She's fine, we're fine."

"I can see that," she shoved him, winked at Temperance and quickly left the house.

"Seely, I-I'd better go."

"Aw, come on, Bones, it was just Angela. And besides, it's Saturday. We could just hang out for the rest of the day."

"Uh, look, maybe it wasn't such a good idea for me to have come over last night. What was I thinking of? I'm terribly sorry." Tempe sounded apologetic. She headed into the bedroom, he followed her. She threw on her lab coat as Booth stood confused.

"I-I've never done anything like this before. I can't imagine what you're thinking of me at this very moment."

He pulled her close, but, she pushed him away.

"Temperance! You are a very sensual woman. And last night was something...it wasn't wrong...what we did."

"Yes, Booth! Everything was wrong! I threw myself at you. I came here with no clothes on except for this damned lab coat. Look, I've got to go."

"Tempe, no." He shadowed her quickly to the front door and held his hand against the door. "Don't leave."

"Please, get out of the way, Agent Booth! It was a mistake. It never should have happened."

"So, you're regretting every moment we had? Every touch?" He gently grabbed her arm.

"Seely, please. Let go," she begged, then jerked her arm away from him.

His anger quickly rose. "Sure thing, Doc. Here, let me open the door for you." As soon as she walked out, he slammed the door behind her.

TBC - Chapter 8