Sorry, there's not much fluff in this chapter, but I hope you like it anyway!

Days passed and things went from bad to worse for Brennan. She now found that she had a permanent shadow and no amount of affirming with her new colleague that she would eventually get around to accepting his dinner invitation or hiding in her office, could get him to back off. She then tried the cold shoulder, but this only created in Dr. Williams the illusion that Brennan was playing hard to get, causing him to take up the 'cat and mouse' chase with renewed gusto. She had asked Angela to talk to him, but the artist was finding the situation far too amusing to intervene.

She stormed down the hallway to Cam's office and burst through the door. Cam looked up from her autopsy and a look of mild panic crossed her face, but she was able to school her features enough to appear calm in front of the desperate anthropologist. These visits from Brennan had become a regular occurrence.

"Cam," Brennan pleaded. "I've never asked you for anything since you became my supervisor, but please do something! Assign him someone else to work with, reprimand him, ask him to leave, anything!"

Cam looked sincerely apologetic. "I may be your boss Dr. Brennan, but I have to take orders too. How many times do I have to tell you: I'm sorry, but my hands are tied."

"Would it be worth taking this up with Goodman?" Brennan asked hopefully. She had refrained from bothering Goodman up until now seeing how her violent tendencies never failed to some up in their conversations anymore; conversations that invariably turned into very long lectures on self restraint.

"I doubt it, but I guess it's worth a try."

That was all Brennan needed to hear before she was out the door and on her way to Goodman's office upstairs. She strode through the door and opened her mouth to speak, but Goodman stood up and put up his hand, signaling to her to stop.

"I don't want to hear it Dr. Brennan. The Institution has decided to take on temporary observers, pupils if you will, and you have been assigned Dr. Williams. I know it is hard for you, I understand, but look at it as a test, a chance to hone your teamwork and social skills. It will only be for a month and I believe that you can make it work until then. I have been hearing that he comes across rather forcefully, but I have faith in your ability Temperance, to smooth things over until his stay with us in complete. Remember the Institution Temperance."

Brennan knew everything that last sentence implied. It was her job as well to build up the credibility of the Jeffersonian and this was a sacrifice she'd just have to make, for the Institution and the stability of her career at the Jeffersonian. The publicity didn't hurt either she thought with a groan, knowing how desperate Goodman was for any mention by the Press.

She was sitting in her office later when she heard a noise at the door. Dr. Williams had his "appearing out of nowhere" act down pat and it was all Brennan could do not to give into her natural instinct and revert back to her usual violent self. The Board had gone as far as threatening her with Anger Management counseling if she didn't stop 'attacking' people and no amount of protesting that everything she did was in self defense could deter them from their goal of 'taming' Dr. Temperance Brennan. She felt like a rebuked five year old. This crackdown couldn't have come at a worse time.

"Temperance," said Dr. Williams eagerly," are you working on your new novel? I wish you'd let me read what you have so far. I think I could be very valuable in creating a believable storyline as I too have dabbled in writing."

"Thank you Dr. Williams, but please remember that I have asked you repeatedly to refer to me as Dr. Brennan and no thank you, I prefer to work alone when I'm writing," said Brennan without emotion. She had found that the slightest hint of kindness in her voice only spurred on the besotted scientist.

"Oh," he said, "I understand perfectly." He walked across the room, promptly shut the door and closed the blinds.

"Dr. Williams," she said, rising, willing her voice to stay calm. "I mean, completely alone." He continued to just look at her. "By myself."

Did he think the fire in her eyes was brought on by her passion for writing mystery novels? She was pissed off and he was too dense to take the hint!

"Oh…right…of course, the creative mind needs space. I'll be right outside if you have ideas to discuss or would appreciate some intelligent input." His words implied departure, but he remained rooted to his spot on the floor.

"Thank you," she said, striding across the room and opening the door.

"Oh your welcome," he said enthusiastically, "anything for you Dr. Brennan!"

When he had gone Brennan closed the door forcefully, walked over to her couch and placed her head in her hands.

I can't do this anymore!

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Booth sat in his office perusing the file on their latest victim. His mind drifted to Brennan, as it was wont to do of late and he wondered just how desperate she was becoming. He had watched that nerd the last few days as he persistently pursued Bones. He did attempt to tone down his efforts in Booth's presence, but could do little to hide the fact that he was absolutely smitten and ready to do everything in his power to show Brennan that he was her Prince Charming. What he couldn't seem to realize was that Dr. Temperance Brennan was neither a damsel in distress, nor was she a princess eager to be swept off her feet by a knight in a shining white lab coat.

It was only a matter of time before she broke. Little did he know when he woke up this morning that today was going to be his lucky day.

At that moment his cell phone rang and he glanced at the Caller ID: BONES

I knew it! He stood up and did a little victory dance before answering the call.

"Bones!" He said. "What's new?"

"Booth," she said, sighing in defeat. "I've tried everything…"

"Say no more Bones, I'll be right there."

He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door past Cullen who called after him about the file of paperwork that now lay forgotten on his desk.

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Brennan began having second thoughts as soon as she hung up her phone. This couldn't be her only option, but she did have to admit that the more she thought about Booth's plan, the more it appealed to her for some strange reason. She couldn't deny that she had been feeling some odd emotional stirrings around Booth lately and couldn't help but feel some apprehension; wondering if she might just start enjoying this play acting a little too much for her own good.

She didn't know how long she had been lost in thought, but suddenly Booth was in her office, rubbing his hands together with an enthusiastic grin spread across his face. A grin that was proving very infectious as a similar one spread across Brennan's and she wondered to herself why he looked so damn excited.

"Ready to put my brilliant scheme into action Bones?" he asked her.

"I don't know Booth, now that I think about it, I'm not sure we should. I mean, what if…." she began until Booth cut her off.

"No what-ifs now Bones, you promised that if you tried everything else, you'd give my plan a chance," he was practically whining.

"Why does this matter so much to you?" she asked.

Booth didn't know what to say. He couldn't admit to the real reason. Fortunately for him, Dr. Williams had witnessed his competition enter her office and had made a beeline for it as soon as the door closed.

The knock sounded and Booth let out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding.

"Come in," he said.

Williams opened the door and walked confidently into the room.

"Dr. Brennan, I was wondering if you were still up for dinner tonight."

"Dr. Williams," Brennan began, "I did not tell you that I would have dinner with you. In fact, I distinctly remember telling you I was unavailable for the rest of the week at least."

"How about next week?" he asked hopefully.

Booth almost groaned out loud. He cleared his throat and glanced significantly at Brennan. She gave him an imperceptible nod and he turned with a triumphant grin toward Williams.

"Sorry buddy, I didn't want to have to do this to you, Bones and I liking to stay professional and all, but I'm going to have to ask you to kindly refrain from hitting on my girlfriend."

A look of sheer horror passed over Dr Williams face as he staggered backwards, running into the couch and almost falling over.

"Your what?" He gasped and turned to stare at Brennan, looking absolutely devastated. "But how…." Booth cut him off, coming to stand directly in front of him and Brennan almost laughed out loud when she compared them, noting that Booth had a good two feet on the Doctor.

"Do you have a problem with that?" he asked menacingly.

"No," Dr. Williams squeaked before fleeing the room.

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