Thought this would be a cool twist to throw in. Enjoy! and REVIEW!! PLEASE don't make me beg... (begging now)
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A few hours later, after Angela and the guys left, Booth and Brennan were sleeping again. This time, Booth was on the bed next to Brennan, and Angel was curled up on Booth's vacated chair.
Someone walked by the door to the room and Angel's head shot up. Cautiously, the beagle sniffed the air. Jumping off the chair, she made her way to the door, sniffing every inch of floor along the way. Angel sat down in front of the door, tail wagging, nose pointed up at the door handle, alert and on guard. She let out a short bark, startling Booth and Bones awake.
"What is it girl?" asked Booth groggily, voice still thick with sleep.
The door opened and a doctor entered. Angel growled and held her point.
"Hello Agent Booth. I'm Dr. Matt. Can you step outside please, I have to run a few tests on Dr. Brennan." said the young doctor.
"Whatever you have to do can be done with me in the room." Booth said coolly, now fully awake. He thought he heard Bones mutter 'Alpha male'.
"Ok... then I'll just give her this and leave..." he started towards Brennan's IV drip with a syringe.
"What is that?" asked Booth and Brennan suspiciously. Angel growled again, the fur on her back standing up strait.
"Just a mild sedative..." he started towards Brennan again, when Angel jumped at him, pulling back his coat to reveal a loaded hand gun. Angel grabbed the gun in her mouth and backed away, placing it safely in a corner.
"You sonuvabitch!" Booth shouted, jumping up and grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck and slamming him into the wall. Then, spinning him around and squashing him against the wall much harder than necessary, Booth cuffed 'Dr. Matt'. "You are under arrest for having in your possession an illegal loaded weapon and also for the attempted assassination of Dr. Temperance Brennan. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney..." Booth continued to read the man his rights while leading him out the door.
"Angel, watch Bones for me will you?" Booth said to the dog on his way out the door after taking the gun from her.
"Booth, she doesn't understand you..." stated the logical Bones.
"Might as well ask Bones, you get yourself in trouble a lot." Booth winked at her.
After he was gone, Brennan turned to Angel, who was standing guard at the door. "Come here girl..." she jumped up on the bed. "Was Booth just openly flirting with me? Come on, he doesn't wink at just anyone..." Bones asked conspiratorially. "And how did you know about the gun? Were you ever..." she trailed off.
No... do you think? She could have been trained as a cadaver dog, police dog, and I know some beagles hunt for guns at airports...Great Bones. Now your talking to the dog. And yourself. Sigh. And you just called yourself 'Bones' again. I'm bored already and Booth's only been gone 30 minutes. Wait... 31 minutes. Sigh.
7 minutes later, Booth walked back into the room, whistling. His smile grew even more when he saw Bones whispering something to Angel.
"Bones... She doesn't understand you..." He teased.
"Booth! Your back!" Brennan almost shouted.
"What... Missed me already?" asked the cocky agent, walking over and sitting down next to her, his eyes challenging.
Great. His ego just grew another mile...
"Well, yeah. Not much to do here, you know. And you've been here a while, so I kind of got used to you, and--"
Booth leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
"Bones, shut up."
"Wha- you can't just-" Once again, Booth leaned over and kissed her.
"Yes I can."