(Fire in the Ice)

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Hockey was one of the sports that Brennan found hard to watch when Booth was playing. She hated to see him get hit with sticks or knocked down and it wasn't unusual to find bruises on his body after a game. Still, her boyfriend loved hockey and she felt that she had to be there for his games cheer leading his team on no matter how good or bad they were playing.

Cam absolutely loved hockey and attended all of Booth's games. He had introduced her to the game years ago when they had been a couple for a while and her joy had never diminished. Much to her brother's irritation, she rooted for the Flyers during hockey season since that was her team instead of the Rangers. While at Booth's games, she often sat next to Brennan and whoever else showed up from the Lab or the Hoover cheering wildly for Booth's team.

This particular game seemed to be excessively brutal with both sides very aggressively going after players on the opposite team. Not particularly surprised, Cam witnessed Booth lose his temper and beat a player named Pete Carlson on the 'The Firedawgs' team. Booth was outraged that Carlson was getting away with cheap and dangerous tricks against his players and the refs were turning a blind eye. After he knocked Carlson to the ground Booth was thrown out of the game, but not before he broke his hand which upset Brennan.

"Why did you remove your gloves?" Brennan found it ridiculous to start a fight and remove the gloves protecting your hands. Now his right hand was broken and she was sure he would have to wear a cast. "You're right handed and you broke your right hand."

His broken hand throbbing in time with his heart beat, Booth carried his sports bag in his left hand. "Well Carlson kept his helmet on, the asshole . . . he hurt Wendell, I couldn't let him get away with that."

Wendell followed along behind the squabbling couple, holding an icepack against his head. "Hey, I can take a cab home."

Her irritation rising, Brennan continued to lead the two men to Booth's SUV. "Don't be ridiculous Mr. Bray. You need to be examined by a physician and Booth needs his hand x-rayed. I'm driving you both to the ER. At the very least, Booth has a broken hand and you may have a concussion."

The tone of voice she used let them both know that they would be doing exactly what Brennan said and she wouldn't allow any other scenario to occur.

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That Booth was even considered to be a murder suspect by the FBI filled Brennan with outrage. Trying her very best to make certain that her boyfriend was part of the investigation of Pete Carlson, she made sure Payton Perotta, the FBI lead on the case understand that Booth was her partner and Perotta was not welcome.

During the case, Brennan noticed that the blond agent was occasionally flirting with Booth and she realized that she was jealous. Since most people knew that Booth was her boyfriend, she found it disrespectful on Perotta's part to be flirting with someone who was already spoken for. "At least she could do it when I am not in the same room."

Booth heard the anger in her voice and he knew that Brennan was feeling insecure. "Hey, Bones. Perotta is just being friendly that's all. You know I'm not interested in anyone but you." As he tried to pull her into his arms, he was met with resistance.

Frustrated with the situation, Brennan evaded Booth's grasp and moved across the room to stand near the bookcase holding her glass daffodil. "It is unprofessional for Perotta to be making sexual advancements towards you. You are both investigating a murder. Where is the respect for the murder victim?" Her arms tight against her breasts, Brennan fumed at the audacity of someone hitting on Booth. "I do not think she is a very good investigator."

Very careful not to show any amusement, Booth sat down on the couch and stared at his partner. "She is a very good investigator, Bones. That's why she's on the case . . . Look I'll talk to her and make sure she knows I'm already taken, that I belong to you."

"You don't belong to anyone." Brennan glared at Booth and wondered why her emotions were so out of control. She felt she was blowing the situation beyond all proportion and yet she didn't seem to have control over her emotions. "But you are living with me . . . I don't like her."

"Yeah, I don't like her either." Puzzled why Brennan was so emotional over nothing, Booth decided to treat the whole thing very seriously. "She's definitely not my type and I'm not even remotely interested in her . . . You're my standard, Bones. You know that. No one is as beautiful as you are, no one. No one is a smart as you are either or . . . or as sexy."

His voice filled with love and sincerity, Brennan calmed down and moved over the couch. Staring down at her boyfriend, Brennan smiled in appreciation. "I am your standard and you are mine."

Booth stood up and placed his left hand on her wrist. "Hey, Perotta is temporary. Once we find out who the killer is she'll go back to handling her own cases and she won't be part of our team . . . I'll talk to her and make sure she knows that I'm committed to you and I'm not interested . . . I think it's just a bunch of harmless flirting, but I'll make sure she knows I do belong to you and I do, Bones. I belong to you and you belong to me."

Moving her hands to his waist, Brennan leaned forward and kissed him. "Well, if you wish to say you belong to me then I suppose that will be alright . . . I'm not sure why I let Agent Perotta's behavior bother me so much, but it has . . . I will endeavor to try to control my . . . possessiveness in the future."

"Nah." Booth loved Brennan's possessiveness. "You're fine, don't worry about it." He pulled her closer and kissed her. "Besides, it's really hot, damn hot . . . Hey, want to make out? I still have one good hand."

Amused, Brennan stared down at the cast and chuckled. "Well, I'm pretty sure we could get around the problem even if both of your hands were in casts, don't you?"

"Damn right."

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His concussion worried her, but the case was over and Perotta was no longer part of the team. As they skated around the rink, Brennan held on to Booth's arm. "I'm not very good at ice skating."

Booth held Brennan's arm against his side and tried to make sure they didn't fall. "You're not so bad, it just takes practice. You're doing better than you did in Houston. We need to skate more so you can get better that's all."

"Perotta wanted to be part of our team." Brennan had noticed that after Booth had talked to the agent that she had been more professional towards her boyfriend for which Brennan was grateful. "She seemed to be an efficient investigator."

As he slowed to make a turn, Booth glanced at Brennan and he was certain the green-eyed monster was still lurking in Brennan's mind. "Well, she's not part of the team. I'm your FBI Agent and no one else can apply for the job."

In complete agreement, Brennan laughed. She was feeling cheerful now that Booth had been exonerated and her team was whole again. "That is correct, no one else needs to apply for the position. I only work with the best and you are the best.

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