(sometime in season 10)

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He slipped his wedding ring off of his finger and stared at the paler skin underneath. He felt a stabbing fear run through him, but shook it off. It would be alright he told himself. It's just for a little while.

Entering the bar, he noticed the lights were dim and the room was darker than it needed to be. He actually hated bars like this one. They looked like a place made for losers or for people with something to hide. He hoped he wouldn't be here long. His skin crawled just thinking about being caught by one of his friends or acquaintances in a place like this. There would be questions and he didn't really wanted to answer any.

As he stood just inside the door, he let his light bedazzled eyes grow accustomed to the darker room. The temperature outside on the sidewalk was a wax melting temperature and the sun was blazing down without remorse for man nor beast. Inside the bar, the temperature was much cooler and he felt relieved for the break, at least for the time being.

His gaze moved around the room and he spied her sitting at a table in the back near the hallway leading out to the alley. Her hair was flowing around her shoulders and what shoulders they were. Her sun dress exposed her smooth pale skin and allowed everyone that cared to look at a certain amount of cleavage.

Moving closer to her, Booth suddenly felt nervous. He wasn't sure why, but he did. Glancing down at his naked left ring finger, he shook his head and decided that he didn't like his finger bare like that.

"Is there a problem?" She stared at him and wondered what he was thinking. He was staring at his left hand and she noticed he wasn't wearing a ring. "Are you okay?"

Forcing himself to look away from his hand, Booth chuckled. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just . . . um, well it's nothing. May I sit down or are you waiting for someone?"

The younger woman shook her head and smiled. "Yes, you may sit down. I'm here alone."

"Well, that's a shame." Booth sat down next to her and returned her smile. "A beautiful woman like you should never be alone."

Her cheeks turned rosy under his gaze and she moved her hand to pick up her glass of wine. "Thank you, but everyone is alone at least sometime in their lives."

The waitress came by and took Booth's order. Once that was done, she walked over to the bar and Booth shifted in his seat so he could get a better look at his companion. "This is my first time coming here. I normally get my drinks at the Founding Fathers."

After she sipped her wine, she waited for the waitress to place the glass of scotch in front of Booth and walk away. "I've had a few drinks there. It's a very busy place. This place is much quieter. A friend of mine used to come here when she was angry. She said she could think here."

Booth nodded his head and sipped some of the Scotch. Looking at her over the rim of his glass, he noticed that she was staring at his left hand. Not sure if he should have taken the ring off, Booth lowered his glass. "I noticed that you're not wearing a wedding ring."

She shrugged her shoulders and glanced at the front entrance as someone entered the bar. "Neither are you . . . you were wearing a ring on your left hand recently since your skin is lighter where a ring would normally be, more than the rest of your hand."

Surprised Booth nodded his head. "I'm surprised you can see that. The light in here is terrible."

"I have excellent eyesight." She sipped more of her wine and lowered her glass. Before she could say anything else, the man who had entered the room walked over to where she was sitting, placed his hands on the table and leaned heavily on it. "How much?"

Confused, she shook her head. "How much is what?"

Irritated the man leaned further over and leered at her. "For a shag. Come on. How much?"

Furious, Booth stood up, pulled the man around and grabbed the front of his shirt. "You fucking asshole. I'm sitting right here. She isn't alone. What makes you think you can just come in here and talk to someone like that?"

Grabbing Booth's wrists, the older man tried to force Booth's hands away, but couldn't. The fierce look he was getting made him afraid and he realized that he'd made a huge mistake. "Look I'm sorry. Hookers hang out here all the time. When I need a good screw I come here to find someone to take care of it. The way she's dressed and her make up . . . I mean um . . . I'm sorry. I . . . it was a mistake."

Booth pushed the man away from him and moved the left side of his jacket aside to display his holstered pistol on his hip. "Say you're sorry to the lady."

His skin pale and clammy, the stranger stammered his apology. "I . . . I'm sorry . . . I didn't . . . it wasn't my intention . . . I wasn't . . ."

Waving his hand towards the door, Booth spoke harshly, his hand shaking from anger. "Get the hell out of here before I do something I'll regret."

Quickly turning, the man scurried over to the door, pulled it open and fled the building. The bar owner glowered at Booth. "Hey man, don't chase my customers away."

Uncaring about the bar owner's irritation, Booth pulled his wallet from his jacket, removed a twenty dollar bill, walked over to the bar and slapped it down. "Here." Booth turned and marched back over to the table and sat down. "Boy that pisses me off. Just because you're the only woman customer in here that bag of shit assumed . . ."

She placed her hand on his hand to calm him down. "It's alright. Maybe he thought I was dressed provocatively and he misconstrued the situation. "

"Bullshit, Bones." Booth was still angry and he didn't want her to take responsibility for the situation. "It doesn't matter how you're dressed. No one has the right to treat you like that. What you wear is not an invitation to be harassed or to be propositioned and your dress in not inappropriate or provocative for God's sake. It's very nice. I like it."

Her hand clutched his hand tighter. "You know I can take care of myself. If he had been persistent I would have kicked him in the testicles to discourage him."

Amused, Booth laughed, the tension from him draining away. Removing his hand from her grasp, he retrieved his wedding ring from his pocket and placed it on his finger. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to wear it or not."

Brennan picked up her glass and finished her wine. "Roxie didn't want you to wear it, but I'm glad you put it back on. It looks odd not to see it on your finger . . . Perhaps I played this game wrong. I thought it might be interesting if you picked me up from a bar we don't frequent, but it doesn't seem to have worked out like I planned."

They liked to dress up as Tony and Roxie and role play once in a while, but sometimes their plans didn't always work out like they expected. "Bones, you didn't do anything wrong. If that asshole hadn't bothered you my next move was going to be to ask you to go dancing with me. We can still do that. Max is babysitting all night."

"I would have said yes, in fact, I do say yes." Brennan picked her purse up from the floor. "We can go now if you'd like."

Pleased that Brennan was still willing to play their game, Booth grinned, stood up and spoke rather loudly. "So Roxie, you want to go dancing with me? I know this great club and we can dance all night if you're up for it."

Brennan stood up and placed her hand on Booth's arm. "Tony that is exactly what I would like to do. Of course, we shouldn't plan on dancing all night since I'd like to go home and make love to you too."

His eyes flashing with lust, Booth nodded his head. "A little dancing at the club and then home to dance our special dance. Just you and me, Baby. You got it Roxie."

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A/N: wax begins to melt at 99 F.