Man, you guys are just great…sigh…I can't believe the overwhelming positive response to this story. It's fully amazing! So once again I am neglecting study (this time on fatty acid oxidation) to update for you guys. Coz you just rock! This chapter definitely has "action" for all those who wanted it, although the next chapter will be pretty exciting too! Have a great day, enjoy and review – kate
Brennan was on red alert all afternoon, expecting Booth to appear at her office door at any moment. Not wanting to be caught off guard, Brennan looked up so many times that she felt like she was getting tennis elbow in her neck. By 4pm she was frustrated, sexually frustrated, her conscience was quick to add. Screw Booth, she thought and went to get out the remains of another civil war soldier.
As she examined the remains, Brennan found herself unusually intrigued by the actions of her co-workers. Every time Angela walked by, she gave Brennan her you-go-girl smile, her eyes shining as they did when ever Brennan let her in on any of her sexploits. Weird, she thought. It wasn't like anything had been happening in that department recently. What about Booth? Her conscience reminded her. Brennan suddenly felt apprehensive. Angela couldn't know about the game, could she? She shook her head, expelling the thought. There was no way Angela would know about the game.
Then there was Zach. Normally her assistant blended into the background, but he had been in a seriously bad mood all afternoon, shooting a continuous stream of evil looks at Hodgins. Plus, she was sure he had been rooting through his rubbish bin when she visited his office earlier. Hodgins, on the other hand, was wearing a self-satisfied smirk, and for some reason he kept patting himself on the chest. His actions reminded her strangely of a gorilla marking its territory. Maybe she was just tired, but Brennan couldn't help but feel that there was something going on between these two.
When she snapped off her latex gloves at 8pm, Brennan was a little surprised to feel slightly disappointed that Booth hadn't showed. This was not a good sign, she mused as she quickly tidied up for the night. Whatever he was planning to rectify the scoreboard in his favour must be more daring than anything either had attempted so far. As she remote unlocked her car, Brennan rubbed her neck. It was just sore enough from Booth-watching all afternoon to be uncomfortable. Seeley Booth was going to pay for this.
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Half an hour later, she pulled to a stop outside her apartment building. Glancing up at her apartment, she was met by the worrying sight of light streaming from her windows. She had a sudden realisation. There's someone in my apartment. Her first thought was to call Booth, but when Brennan had her finger poised over the send button she changed her mind. She didn't need to see anymore of him today. He might see her request for help as neediness and scab points that didn't belong to him. That sealed it for Brennan. She could deal with this herself.
A minute later, Brennan stood facing her apartment door, key at the ready. Taking a deep breath, she counted 1…2…3, and then unlocked the door. As she did so, Brennan pressed herself against to the outside hallway wall. She breathed a sigh of relief as no gunshots sounded. Peeking her head around the door jam, Brennan surveyed the room. Just as she thought it was clear, she noticed a shadow on the wall and was visited by another realisation. There was someone behind the door.
Okay, this was it, she thought. Brennan moved quickly, looking to take them out, but the intruder was alert and moved too. As she entered the room, they wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other hand over her mouth, silencing any screams, and the gasp that slipped out. She struggled against them, desperately trying to get free as she panted with fear. Brennan hooked her ankle around their leg, intending to take their feet out from under them. She was just about to make her move when the intruder spoke.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you, Bones".
"Booth!" she yelled angrily, fighting even harder to free herself. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm not letting you go, Bones, so stop trying to escape." Booth ignored her question. She sighed and relaxed against him, feeling the warmth of his arms that were wrapped around her slender body.
"Ten points," he breathed in her ear, before he lowered his mouth to her neck.
He placed butterfly kisses from the sensitive spot just below her ear to the point in her neck where her pulse thrummed. Brennan groaned and arched her head back, allowing him better access. His tongue stroked her pulse in time with the beat of her heart, and then flicked over her Adam's apple. Brennan swallowed, trying to remain in control, but her body betrayed her. As her nerve endings practically sizzled, it was all she could do to remain on her feet.
Booth would have chuckled at Brennan's sudden submissiveness but he was way too caught up in the moment. As he tasted Brennan's silky skin, he was visited by the idea that maybe he wanted to be doing this. Uh oh, he thought, and pulled away before the more carnal parts of his brain could get any other ideas. This is just a game, he repeated to himself.
Booth's mental exertions gave Brennan a chance to recover. She moved away from him and smoothed her hair, but she couldn't hide her flushed cheeks.
"Five hundred points," he said, breaking the silence and causing Brennan to groan again, this time in anguish.
"So Booth, why did you have my apartment staked out?" she asked, diverting herself from the tragic score line.
He looked momentarily surprised as though he had forgotten his original purpose. Recovering he replied. "Well, it's Friday and we normally go to Wong Foo's on Friday, so I came to pick you up because I figured you forgot."
Bones felt slightly irked by his logical reply.
He continued. "Then when I heard you pull in, I couldn't help myself. So I hid behind the door." He hung his head. "I apologise for my juvenile actions."
Bones couldn't help the smile spreading across her face. He looked just like a little kid who was in big trouble. He had the puppy dog eyes and everything. She cocked her head and looked at him a little closer. Little kids didn't normally smirk though.
Brennan sighed. "I'll grab my coat." She was rewarded with a big smile from Booth as he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and ushered her out the door.
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Sid was polishing glasses, tidying up as he waited for his final customers to leave for the night. He cast an appraising eye over them and then sighed. They were playing footsies…again. God, he just wished they would get a room – it would certainly help with the cultivation of his retirement nest egg if he won the sweepstake. Plus, his tips were always down when these two played their little game in his establishment. Idly, he wondered if the pheromones did something to his spices.
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Meanwhile, Booth and Brennan were trying to drink each other under the table. Both were well aware that they were completely wasted, but were too proud to be the first one to falter. But when a section of Brennan's hair flopped in her wine glass, Booth – being the responsible one – decided it was time to call it a night.
"C'mon Bones. Let's go."
She nodded agreement and reached for her coat, finding herself a little off balance as she did so. She didn't argue when Booth offered to pay – Brennan wasn't entirely sure of the present location of her wallet.
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Sid breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the couple stagger towards the door. He was asleep on his feet. But Sid couldn't help but chuckle when he noticed that both partners had one hand firmly attached to the others arse. He made a mental note to himself to let the bug man know in the morning, and then added a second note as he noticed the pair climb into a taxi together. Finally, he thought to himself, this story's making progress.