A/N: Just when you thought it was safe to go out. Deep in the darkness lurks an evilness who's chocolate brown eyes watch every movement. Able to blend in with the locals and his surroundings, the Red Marker Bandit can strike at any... LOOK OUT!

"So Hodgins invited me to that new club opening tonight."

"You aren't going to go, are you," Brennan said, looking up at her friend. She glanced quickly at Booth, who was standing along the rail, looking over his fingernails.

"Of course we're going. Not everyone can just get in opening night. Good thing for connections right?"

"You know," Booth interjected. "I heard that club has pure gold inlay in the bathroom."

"Really?" Angela asked, her eyes wide. The agent smiled at the eagerness.

"Yup, and there're even rumors that Justin Timberlake is going to perform."

"I need some facial reconstructions," Brennan broke in.

"Oh, no you don't, Brennan," Angela said. "I'll get to them tomorrow."

"Angela, I just don't think it's a good idea for you to go."

"Why? I know you don't like to go to clubs, but that's not going to stop me. See you later, sweetie." Angela offered a small wave and a kiss before heading off to find Hodgins. Brennan and Booth watched her walk away before the forensic anthropologist turned back to Booth.

"Don't you even think about following her." Booth stepped in close to her, trapping her between his arms.

"You heard her, Bones. You have to have connections to get in." He offered her a smile that could only be described as sexy. "Do I look like the kind of guy who has that kind of connections?" Brennan narrowed her eyes at him.

"You look like the kind of guy who is determined," she answered, turning his sexy smile into a full forced charm one.

"Sweet talk won't save your friend," he whispered, then pushed himself away from her, winked and then bounded down the steps--heading toward the door.

Well, Brennan thought as she watched him leave. If he's looking for connections, then maybe I can use some pull of my own. She went to her office to google the recent press, trying to find the name of that club. Perhaps a New York Best selling author can get into that club.

"This place is so cool," Angela shouted over the music, as she swayed close to her date. Hodgins smiled and nodded, his arm protectively around her waist. He didn't like the way some of the other men were eyeing his ladylove. "I still can't believe you got us in."

"Had a friend who knows a man who cashed in on a debt," Hodgins said. Angela's smile widened as they danced their way further into the club. Hodgins stayed pressed up against Angela as they ground their way to the center of the dance floor. Music pounded around them and they got caught in the rhythm of the dancing. Hodgins however had some other things on his mind.

"You don't think that marker guy is gonna try for one of us, do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous, you were the one who said it's near impossible to get in here."

"I know," Angela started, tossing a quick glance around. "But still..." she let the sentence drop. "How about something to drink?" Hodgins nodded, and they made their way to the bar.

Time ticked on and the club got filled to the limits. The DJ gave way to a live band and Hodgins and Angela made the owners a little bit richer. "You want other drink?" Hodgins asked as they moved together on the dance floor.

"One more," the artist replied holding up a finger. "Then dants it." Hodgins agreed. He turned to head to the bar, certain Angela was close behind when one song ended and 'Sexy Back' started to play.

She, however was getting into the beat of the music and closed her eyes as she began to gyrate to the song.

At the entrance to the club, Brennan stepped in, her eyes frantically searching over the patrons, looking for Angela. Although she really didn't think that Booth could get in, she had a feeling he'd use some type of pull to get in here. Her eyes found Hodgins at the bar, but Angela wasn't with him. Damn, where is she, Brennan thought. She pushed her way through the crowd, elbowing and shoving when necessary until a tall guy with sandy brown hair pulled her into his embraced. "Hey darling," he slurred. Brennan pulled back, waving a hand in front of her face, then tried to step out of the guys arms. After two attempts, she was free and shoving her way towards the bar.

"Hodgins, she called out, but the entomologist didn't hear her. With a frustrated growl, she moved in closer, hoping that she could get his attention over the pounding beat in the club. "Hodgins," she tried again. This time the bug man looked around, then shrugged when he couldn't find the source. He stepped away from the bar, two drinks in his hands.

Angela jumped when a hand touched her hips and she felt someone sway behind her. "I'm bringing sexy back," the music blasted and Angela was just buzzed enough not to care who she was dancing with--he was good. The artist pushed back, her hands in front of her, her body rocking to the beat. She felt a hand reach up towards her throat and sweep across it with one quick motion before the dancer moved away. Curious, she reached up to touch where she'd felt his hand, and pulled her hand away, red ink on her fingers. She let out a startled gasp just as Hodgins reached her. When he noticed the red line, he dropped one of the beers in his hand, the bottle shattering on the floor. The people close to them looked but nobody stopped dancing.

Brennan stretched up on her tiptoes and strained to see over the tops of heads. "I'm bringing sexy back," somebody whispered in her ear along with the song. She jumped but hands on her hips kept her from moving. "Two down," the voice whispered in her ear, as the speaker ground with her to the music. Brennan tried to turn around, but her captor tightened the grip. "Get your sexy on." She felt the pressure from hands disappear, a sharp pop across her rear, and then nothing. Brennan spun around, but Booth was gone.

Brennan made her way into the lab the next day, still unsure how Booth managed to be so stealthy. He was a Ranger, granted, but he couldn't be that good after all that time. She hadn't even been able to see him the instant he crept away from her. With a shake of her head, she scanned into the platform to get to work. This isn't looking so good, she thought as she reached for a pair of latex gloves. The silence of the lab was broken as Angela and Hodgins came in. "Look at this," Angela squealed, stopping at the bottom of the steps and pointing to her red lined neck. "Just look."

"The Red Marker Bandit got her," Hodgins stated. "You know, I bet it's some kind of government..."

"The government doesn't have anything to do with it," Angela snapped.

"Sorta," Brennan mumbled.

"Hey guys," Booth said, coming into the labs.

"Look, Booth," Angela squealed again, turning to face the agent. "Look at what happened." Booth closed the gap between them. He cupped her cheek, tipping her head back to look.

"The Red Market Bandit," he said softly, letting her go. "This is getting serious."

"Bastard," Brennan muttered as she turned to look at Booth. He looked back at her, one eyebrow raised and his chocolate orbs intense. She had a difficult time holding the gaze.

"I'd have to agree with you, Bones. Who could do such a horrible thing to your team?"

"I wonder," she snarked. Zack arrived shortly behind the others, and noticed Angela's neck.

"He got you too?"

"Yes, and this is really starting to creep me out."

"Have you noticed the pattern here," Hodgins said, his eyes lighting up. "This red marker bandit is picking out the weakest first. Oh, man. Who's next?" Hodgins looked around at the faces. "Maybe Cam?"

"Why Cam?" Angela asked. "Why not you?"

"Come on, Baby," he said, as if that explained it. "I'm a, well, I'm a guy."

Angela crossed her arms. "Yes, but that doesn't mean you're not the next weakest link."

"Listen to you two," Brennan snapped. "You're arguing about who's the weakest link. You should be trying to figure out who's the Bandit."

"Bones is right," Booth said. "I'll put a couple of details outside the labs. I suggest going places in pairs."

"That didn't help Hodgins and I last night, did it? We went to that club together, and I still got hit!"

"Did you stay together the whole time?"

"Um, no."

"Okay then, there's your answer," Booth said as he smiled at Angela. Brennan rolled her eyes and headed off the platform for her office. If she didn't leave now, she'd say something she'd regret and forfeit the game.

"Don't go anywhere alone," Angela called.

"I'll go with her, don't worry," Booth said, smirking as he followed his partner. As he shut the door to her office behind him, she whirled on him.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" she demanded. "You think scaring my team is a game."

"It is a game," Booth reminded her. "A game you helped come up with. If you have a problem with it, then you can give up and nobody else gets hit." Brennan leaned in toward him, eyes narrowed, and then turned from him.

"No thanks," Brennan said softly, rounding her desk to take a seat. She knew that her team was watching through the glass.

Booth smirked and closed in on her. He put his hands on the arms of her desk chair and leaned down. Temperance gulped lightly and leaned back, trying to maintain distance.

"That's my girl, never one to give up. I'll see you at the end of the week, babe."

"Don't call me babe," she snapped, causing Booth to laugh. Her cheeks went red, as he leaned closer, his breath fanning across her face. He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. Instead, he repeated, "End of the week," then stood up, backed away, gave her a wink and then left the office.

So, who do you think will be next??? Cam or Hodgins?