Stalker
Author: Alexz Recoro
Summary: Brennan has a stalker, and now Booth has to protect her. But can he keep her safe when she doesn't think she's in danger? Booth/Brennan
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Bones
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CHAPTER ONE
"It's a little creepy Angela. He's everywhere!"
"Sweetie, I think you should tell Booth."
"Tell Booth what?"
Federal Agent Seeley Booth smirked at the way Angela jumped at the sound of his voice. Dr. Temperance Brennan just turned her head toward the handsome G-Man and raised her eyebrow at him. Once again, she had sensed his presence before he had spoken.
"Nothing Booth. Forget you heard that." Tempe tried to brush him off, but Angela was concerned for her friend, so she jumped in.
"Booth, I think Brennan has a stalker."
"What!" Booth exploded.
"Angela!" Tempe spun around to face her friend. "Shut up! He doesn't need to know!"
"Bones, this could be dangerous." Booth protested.
"I can handle it." Tempe insisted.
"Just tell me what's going on."
"Why don't you tell me why you're here?"
"No fair Bones, I asked you first."
"What are you, five?"
"Bones. . ." Booth had a pleading look in his eyes. A pleading look that was mixed in with a demanding look. For just a second, Temp wondered how he could make her want to slap him and still look endearingly cute at the same time.
'Stop that!' She scolded herself, then glared at Booth.
"Fine." Tempe agreed with a sigh. "It's just not a big deal. Angela dragged me to a club about two weeks ago and there was this guy who kept bothering us."
"He wouldn't take no for an answer." Angela jumped into the conversation. "We even left and went to another club to try and get rid of him, but he followed us."
"He was getting so creepy that we finally called it a night." Tempe said. "But ever since then, I've been seeing him everywhere. I see him when I go jogging in the morning, when Angela and I got for lunch, when I go home at night, everywhere!"
"Bones!" Booth was obviously annoyed. "You should have told me sooner!"
"Booth, this is not a big deal!" Tempe protested.
"Yes it is."
"Booth, listen to me. Yes, this guy is a little creepy, but I can handle him." She glared at Booth. "Now, what do you want?" Booth sighed, and decided to give up for now.
"Just the files from some of our cases."
"What? Why?"
"The Bureau wants to use them at Quantico."
"Oh." Tempe blinked. "Come on then. I have them in my office." She pushed her chair back from the table in the lounge where she had been having coffee with Angela.
She set her cup in the sink then turned to Angela. "How's the facial reconstruction of the Viking coming?"
"I'm almost done sweetie. But half of the jaw and one of the cheekbones is gone, so I'm having a little bit of trouble."
"Okay. Keep me updated."
"Bones, can we go?" Booth complained from the doorway.
"All right, I'm coming." Tempe glared at him as she stopped in front of him. "You're standing in my way."
"I know." He smirked at her, still blocking the doorway.
"Booth, just move."
"Well, since you asked so nicely. . ." He turned sideways so that Tempe could squeeze past him. She did so, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through her body at the contact of her chest with his.
"Ass." She hissed as she stalked away towards her office, with Booth trailing behind her, still smirking.
"Why Bones, I'm hurt."
"Shut up Booth."
"Bones, you're killing me here."
"You know, I can arrange for you to meet with Zack's beetles on an intimate level."
"Zack's beetles?"
"His flesh eating beetles."
"Oh." The smirk left Booth's face while another bloomed on Tempe's. They both entered her office, and Booth made himself comfortable on her couch while she gathering up the files he requested.
"Here Booth." She piled the files into his lap and tapped the top with her fingers.
"Careful with these, okay?"
"Yes Bones." Booth rolled his eyes teasingly.
"I don't like my files leaving the building."
"I'll bring them back, scouts honor."
"I don't know what that means."
"It's a promise Bones." Booth stood up, but wasn't paying attention to where Tempe was standing. He bumped into her, which made her stumble back against her desk and scattered the files everywhere.
"God, Bones, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Booth reached out a hand, and Tempe took it. She winced and rubbed one hip as he pulled her up.
"Ouch." She mumbled.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Booth, I just bumped my hip." They both squatted down to pick up the files and Booth grinned at her.
"Sorry Bones."
"No problem." She placed the last file back in his arms and then used his shoulder to push herself to her feet.
Before he really thought about what he was doing, Booth reached up and covered her hand with his. Tempe almost jumped out of her skin, then she stared at him, wide eyed.
"What are you doing?" She whispered. Booth looked up at her, and then grinned as he took her hand off his shoulder and enfolded her small hand in his bigger one.
"Come here." He whispered, pulling her down. She fell into him, knocking him back and landing in his lap.
"What are you doing?" She repeated, trying to push herself up. Booth caught both of her wrists and grinned at her.
"Come to dinner with me."
"WHAT!"
"Come on Bones. Come to dinner with me."
"No Booth."
"Please Bones?" Booth grinned at her and Tempe glared at him, even as she felt her resolve weakening.
"You think you can just flash that charming smile of yours and get whatever you want, don't you?" She accused. He just shrugged and continued to grin, his hands still trapping her wrists. Tempe sighed in frustration. "Okay, fine."
"Is that a yes?" He teased.
"Yes." She hissed, glaring at him.
"'Yes' what, Bones?"
"Yes, I'll go to dinner with you, okay? Damn you."
"Aw, that hurts Bones."
"You are a cruel man."
"I've heard that." Booth said with a laugh, releasing Tempe's wrists and letting her scramble away from him, still cursing him under her breath. He listened closely, then laughed as he climbed to his feet.
"Bones, are you cussing at me in a foreign language?"
"Yes." She told him bluntly. "Get out. Now."
"I'm going, I'm going. I'll pick you up here, about . . . six thirty?"
"Six thirty is fine. Out. Now."
"I'm gone. Bye Bones." Booth turned around and left, throwing a cheeky wave over his shoulder. Temp restrained herself from throwing a large brass paperweight shaped like a skull at his head. Just barely.
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"Oh my God sweetie! I can't believe he asked you to dinner!" Angela was making Tempe dizzy as she danced around her office.
"Angela, please sit down. You're making me dizzy."
"Oh, sweetie, I'm just doing a victory dance! I'm allowed."
"I don't know what that means."
"Brennan, honey, what are you wearing to dinner?" Angela asked suddenly.
"Since he's picking me up in about five minutes, what I'm wearing now. Why?"
Angela leaned back and studied Tempe's outfit. She was wearing black jeans, boots with a half inch heel and a dark blue and black camisole underneath a long shelve blouse that matched the color of her eyes. Angela grinned.
"You look great honey. Just let your hair down and you'll be fine."
"Angela, it's just dinner between two colleagues."
"Bren, he asked you while you were lying across his lap."
"I wasn't. . . ." Temp started to protest, but was cut off by the sight of Booth strolling into the lab, still in his suit, but without his tie. "Never mind." She muttered. Angela just grinned as Tempe reached up and pulled the pony tail holder out of her hair, then ran her fingers through it a few times. Angela gave her a huge grin and a thumbs up just as Booth stuck his head into her office.
"You ready Bones?"
"Yeah." Tempe shrugged her leather jacket on as she stood up from her chair. Angela followed the pair out of the museum and into the parking lot.
"Have fun you two." She called as they split up. "Do things I would do!"
"Angela!"
"I love you sweetie! Bye Booth!"
"Good bye Angela!" Booth called back, waving to the artist as she got into her car and drove away. With a laugh, Booth guided Tempe towards the black SUV with a hand on the small of her back. Surprisingly, she didn't protest or step away. Instead she slowed her step and leaned slightly towards Booth. They didn't talk as they made their way to the vehicle, there was no need. The silence wasn't awkward, instead it was comfortable. Booth was the one who finally broke it when they had climbed into the car.
"So, where do you want to eat? Any preferences?"
"How about Sid's? I like to eat there."
"I like that idea." Booth said with a grin.
"I want to sit in a booth though." Tempe said with a grin. Booth laughed, enjoying the twinkle in her eyes.
"You got a deal Bones."
Tempe couldn't believe how much she enjoyed having dinner with Booth, without anyone else from the lab, and when the two of them weren't exhausted because of a case. They talked about work mostly, but also about their lives before they met. Booth told her about his time in military, and about his son. Tempe told Booth about her life during and after college, including something she hadn't intended.
"You were married?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She nodded, playing with her fork.
"Yeah, for about seven months."
"Seven months?"
"Yeah. He . . . wasn't who I thought he was." She looked away. "That seems to be a trait that the men I date share."
"Oh, Bones." Booth reached out and placed his hand over hers. Without really thinking about it, Tempe turned her hand around so that she was cupping his hand and Booth smiled. "Bones, those guys were asses. If they couldn't see how amazing you are, they don't deserve you."
"Thanks Booth." Tempe said, giving him a smile.
"You're welcome Bones." Booth grinned at her and laced their fingers together. "So, anything else you want to tell me?"
"I have a daughter."
"Really? You always say you don't have kids whenever someone asks."
Tempe shrugged. "I guess I just didn't want anyone to know, that's all. You didn't tell anyone about Parker until Christmas."
"You got me there. What's her name?"
"Sandrianna. I call her Sandri."
"That's cute. How old is she?"
"She's five and in the first grade."
"The first grade? At five?"
"She's smart." Tempe couldn't help the proud smile that spread across her face. "She's a year ahead and is the smartest kid in her class."
"Sounds like she's just like her mom." Booth said with a grin. He ran his thumb across the back of her hand and felt her shiver. "Do you have a picture?"
"Yeah." Tempe, reluctantly, freed her hand from Booth's and pulled a picture out of her wallet and slid it to Booth. He picked it up and had to smile.
"God, Bones, she looks just like you."
"I know." Tempe beamed. "Isn't she cute?"
"She's absolutely beautiful. Like mother, like daughter."
"Thanks." Tempe muttered, looking down and blushing. Booth grinned.
"I only speak the truth."
Tempe looked up at him and smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Thanks Booth. Really."
"Your welcome." Booth said, then finished his coffee. "Are you done?"
"Yeah." Tempe slid out from the booth and reached for her jacket, but Booth snatched it up, and then held it open for her, earning a smile in return. Booth threw some money on the table for the bill, waved at Sid, then held the door for Tempe as they stepped out into the cold winter night.
Without really thinking about it, Booth slid an arm around Tempe's shoulders as they walked down the street towards his black SUV. To his delighted surprise, she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she stepped closer to him, and reached up with her hand to lace her fingers with his where they dangled over her shoulder. They didn't speak, just walked in comfortable silence. Tempe even let her head rest on Booth's shoulder, which caused him to smile. They reached the SUV, climbed in and drove back to the Jeffersonian, where Tempe had parked her car. Booth parked in his usual spot, then walked with Tempe the few yards to her car.
Booth touched Tempe's arm, and when she turned to face him, he teasingly pinned her to the car by placing his hands on either side of her hips and leaning over her. She grinned up at him, her eyes twinkling when they caught the light of the streetlamps.
"Well, Agent Booth, what do you think your doing?" She teased.
"Hmm." Booth muttered, smiling down at her. "I think I'm trying to decide how far I can go before you kill me."
"What if I promise not to kill you?" She whispered, her eyes darkening to almost black while he watched.
AN: Okay, so that the first chapter. What do you think? And in case your wondering, yes I have read the orginal books, in fact, I have the entire series. But since the show doesn't exactly run with the books, I'm not going to either. Deal with it. If you haven't read the books and have no idea what I'm talking about, then just ignore the last sentence. Oh, and more on the whole stalker think in the next chapter. I got inspired and had to write Booth/Temperance fluff. Besides, I think the whole 'him protecting her' thing will be a lot cuter because of it. Anyway, reveiw! And I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I can. I've got it about half-way written already.
Bye!