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Chapter two: Keep On Tryin'

The man with the knife sneaked through the hall and stopped before the door of room number 503. He got his home-manufactured card out of his pocket and slid it through the slot. When the door didn't open, he tried again. He became nervous when the door still wouldn't open after five attempts.

"What are you doing here, Slectovencto?" a cold voice said.

The man with the knife turned around sharply and fixed his stare on the man standing a few feet away from him.

"I knew you'd come by sooner or later. I know what you're here to do." He paused. "It's not going to happen, Slectovencto," he continued as he reached for his gun under his belt.

Slectovencto was startled and stood frozen for a moment. Then he decided that his only chance would be to reach the other man sooner than he could pull out his gun and train it on his face. Without any further hesitation he threw himself on the man with the gun but the latter one stepped away and Slectovencto fell hard against the wall. A loud thud sounded through the deserted hall.

Unfortunately, in his quick action to move away from Slectovencto, the man with the gun had dropped it and Slectovencto was now grabbing for it, succeeding as he pulled the other man's leg from underneath him.

"Joy!" the man without the gun yelled in a last attempt to protect her and struggled to his feet. Try as he might, he could not avoid the bullet that was released from the gun. It hit him straight in the chest and the last thing he did as a living man was pushing the button of the power-controller he had in his pocket.

The silenced bang that came from the gun announced death and Slectovencto realized he'd have a big mess to clean up before he could finish his business and return to Ortez. He'd make him proud.

Brennan's eyes shot open and she sat up straight.

"Booth! Did you hear that?" she asked as she glanced around nervously.

"What? What's wrong?" his voice sounded sleepy.

"Someone said... I heard someone say my name."

"Like what? Like, Brennan, doctor Brennan, Temperance, Bones?"

"No. No, someone cried out 'Joy'. A man cried out 'Joy'."

She seemed upset. Booth sat up straight beside her and looked at the side of her face. He could barely make out her contours in the dark room but God, she was beautiful.

"Were you... maybe you were just having a bad dream," Booth suggested.

"I heard him, Booth. It wasn't a dream," Brennan answered with determination in her voice.

"It's okay," Booth told her. Suddenly he felt the upcoming urge to hug her, to hold her in his arms and protect her. It was one of those moments when the chemistry between them got overwhelming. Instead he softly rubbed her back.

"We'll take a look around tomorrow. See if there's anyone you know who might know your real name, okay?" he said and lightly squeezed her shoulder.

"Okay," she relented and seemed too lost in thinking about possibilities to even notice his hand on her back.

"Come on. Let's go back to sleep," Booth said as he pulled her down with him.

To his surprise, she didn't seek the outer edge of the bed like before but rested her head on his arm and placed her hand on his chest before she closed her eyes. He pulled her a little closer so he could wrap his arm around her small but muscular shoulder and with his other hand tucked her hair behind her ear. He would protect her. He knew when she needed him to and he assumed he was the only man she trusted enough to even let him protect her. Booth was completely fine with this.

I've been thinkin' 'bout
All the times you told me
You're so full of doubt
You just can't let it be
But I know
If you keep comin' back for more
Then I'll keep on tryin'
Keep on tryin'

"Hm, nice wake-up call," Booth murmered as the radio filled the room with music. He brought his hand to the empty place beside him where he had expected to feel Brennan's warm body.

Just when he started wondering where she was the bathroom door opened and a brightly smiling Brennan emerged from it.

"Booth, do you hear that? That's our song! That's Keep on Tryin'! Can you believe it?" she exclaimed happily and started to sing along.

And I feel so satisfied when
I can see you smile
I want to confide in
All that is true, so I'll
Keep on tryin' I'm
Through with lyin'

"Come on, Booth, sing with me," she pleaded and continued singing.

She's actually got a good voice, Booth thought as he gave in and started singing, too.

Keep on tryin', I'm
Tired of cryin'
I got to find a way
To get on home to you

Brennan stuck out her hand to him and Booth let her lead him out of the bed. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him as they danced, hands clasped and his other hand on the small of her back.

After singing a few more lines they started laughing so they stopped singing. Quite enjoying the slow-dancing with Booth, Brennan decided she could go on like this for another while.

I got to find a way
To get on home to you...

As the last tones died away and the old radio creaked, Brennan was still in Booth's arms.

"Now, this is a pleasant way to get up in the morning," Booth grinned.

"Yeah, it is...," then suddenly Brennan jerked her head up from his shoulder.

"What?" he asked her indignantly.

"The radio! The power must be on!" she stated and wrenched out of his arms to get to the light switches on the wall.

"Look!" she said as she enthusiastically switched the lights on and off.

"Yeah, that's great," Booth sighed as he realized that his private time with Brennan was over. She'd probably kick him out soon and send him back to his own room.

"Now you can go to your own room and take a shower while I freshen up right here," she continued brightly.

"I do want that t-shirt back, you know," he said and pointed at her as he narrowed his eyes.

"I'll have to go home and wash it first. Then you can have it back," she offered generously.

Brennan didn't seem to notice Booth's sulkiness about being kicked out. Actually, she had, but she found it more rational to pretend like she didn't. If she wouldn't know better, sometimes she'd think that he might even have romantic feelings for her. Angela may have been right after all...