Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 23/?
Chapter Title: Here We Go Again
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: None
I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!
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Yes- I've returned to work. Updates will be slower. Thanks to mumrulz for the inspiration to complete this chapter. Peer pressure can be SO effective sometimes. LOL
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Booth pulled into the only available parking spot on the street. "I need to meet someone. It'll only take a minute. The fewer people who see you, the better."
She'd been silent for most of the trip into the city, clicking away on her laptop. He knew she was pissed. Temperance Brennan may not like to acknowledge her emotions- that didn't mean she didn't have them.
"Will you please wait here?" he asked dryly.
"I'll wait, Booth. Where am I going to go?" She didn't turn to look at him as she spoke; she continued to click manically.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." He was out of the car before she had a chance to reply. Generally she would have dug for more information before she let him go, but at the moment he wasn't being rational, and she couldn't deal with him.
Brennan dialed Angela at the lab in order to question her about the latest email she'd sent; it was a relief to have a chance to talk to someone about the case who could be rational.
Booth walked into the coffee shop where he'd arranged to meet his local contact. He ordered a small black coffee and made his way to the counter along the window. It didn't take long before he was approached by a young man in a khaki jacket.
"Agent Booth," the man said, more of a statement than a question. He'd probably seen a picture of Booth from his file.
"Yeah." Booth continued to stare out the window in the direction of the car. His mind was still back on the car's occupant.
The young agent slid an envelope to him which quickly disappeared under Booth's jacket. "It's all there; keys, address, and contact information if you should need anything else."
The agent looked around distractedly until Booth finally acknowledged him.
"Thanks."
"Umm, I was under the impression that you would be here with someone."
Booth scowled at the kid. "What?"
"Umm, well… you usually work with Dr. Brennan from the Jeffersonian… don't you?"
Booth was physically agitated now. Brennan had become too well known with the success of her books, particularly within the agency, where she'd helped him achieve closure rates that were unheard of in his line of work.
"I was sort of hoping to meet her," the younger man continued. "Maybe get her autograph."
Booth stood and leaned as close as possible without physical contact. "This isn't Oprah. We don't do autographs. In the future, keep your mind on your job and your damn mouth shut."
Booth stormed out of the shop, tossing the coffee in the trash on his way. He didn't drink his coffee black.
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"It's the artifacts," Brennan said as he slid into the car.
"Huh?" Booth was as confused by the fact that she didn't seem angry any more as he was by the statement.
"I spoke with Angela. She finished the transcripts. Charlotte was investigating local art dealers; she had detailed information on local trade in Mayan art, including suspected underground dealings, thefts…"
Booth started the car and pulled away from the curb; a quick right sent them toward lower Manhattan. "Okay."
"The piece that I couldn't put together. You know- the piece that would make all the other pieces mean something."
Booth acknowledged her with grunts as he navigated through the heavy urban traffic.
"When I saw the pictures from the Well, and then the inventory at the museum. There aren't enough pieces, Booth. I mean… there are just certain artifacts you would expect to see in a find like this, and they're missing. Some of those artifacts are specifically mentioned in Charlotte's notes."
"So… what's that mean?" Booth slipped between two cabs in order to make another right.
"I think someone has been selling off artifacts from the site. And, there may be a link to the government. Charlotte had information about some weapons purchases in her journal. Zack is still a little perplexed by some of her iconography… that part is still a bit vague."
"So you think the Mexican Government is selling off these artifacts to fund weapons? That doesn't make sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Well… wouldn't the artifacts belong to the Government?"
Brennan squinted at him in confusion. "Well… yeah, but-"
"So… why would the fact that the Mexican Government was selling off ancient artifacts to fund their military be worthy of a Pulitzer, and why would someone kill to keep it quiet? I mean… I know some people would be upset, but it just doesn't seem like it's the type of thing that would get someone killed."
Brennan's face fell. "Psychology?"
"Motive." Booth replied. "We need the rest of those notes."
"Zack will get it." Brennan never doubted the abilities of her team.
They spent the remainder of the day checking out some of the galleries that Charlotte had listed in her notes, cautious to maintain their distance so they wouldn't be recognized later.
After a quick dinner at a SoHo restaurant, they ended up at a second story walkup in Little Italy. "The Agency uses this place to house witnesses," Booth explained as he let them in. "Cullen arranged for us to have it for a few days."
Brennan looked around the tiny one bedroom Manhattan apartment. It reminded her of her first place in Chicago. She was pretty sure the rent on this place would be twice that of her luxurious DC apartment.
Booth carried their bags back to the small bedroom before returning to the living room- kitchen combo. "You can have the bath first," he sighed and dropped into a large chair.
Brennan was too tired to argue over his chauvinistic gesture. Booth would be Booth.
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They had both showered. Booth lay on the bed naked as Brennan moved around the room in an oversized T as she delayed getting in bed. They still hadn't resolved the fundamental issue of trust as far as she was concerned.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"You can be so irrational. I don't know how to deal with that Booth."
"I know… you're right. Come here Bones."
"Why?" She evaded his outstretched arm as she distractedly rummaged through her bag.
"I want to kiss you," he drawled seductively.
"So you think you can just make up for any behavior by plying me with your body?"
"I'll use any asset I've got," he smirked. Booth swept his hand down his chest and over his stomach… lower. Her eyes widened as he palmed himself.
"Come over her, Bones. I'm not sure I'm doing this right." He sighed. "It feels so much better when you touch me."
"I can't believe you… you're hopeless… you know that," she groaned, but couldn't help taking a step closer to the bed.
"I'm just looking for a little instruction here, Bones. And you know how you love to correct me."
"Barbarian." She accused as she slid closer still.
"An irresistible barbarian though… right?" He arched his back and his lips parted as his hand picked up its pace. "Mmmm, I need you Bones."
She reacted automatically, moving closer yet; her will to resist evaporated in the heat that rolled up her body. When she was close enough, he grabbed her hand and replaced his own on his swollen shaft. That hand quickly wrapped around her neck and pulled her down to claim her lips.
"I need you, Bones," he breathed into her lips. "I need you so badly."
He rolled her gently across his body and onto her back so that he could position himself over her. "Tell me you need me, Bones."
His lips suckled at her neck and lobe; his breath, sharp and hot, raced down her spine; the head of his cock caressed the wet warmth of her labia.
"I need you, Booth," she moaned. Her back arched in response. "I need you now."
He penetrated her with a smooth efficiency that took her breath away… not to rough, nor too gentle. The rhythm was slow and steady, yet each stroke went deeper and demanded more from her. Once again his body read hers instinctively and hers responded.
Booth repositioned himself onto his knees and pulled her up with him. Her body bowed off the bed to accommodate his height. The pressure was now on the upper walls of her canal, directly over her g-spot.
She sucked in her breath through clenched teeth, trying desperately to hold on just a few moments longer. Then his thumb was on her clit. It massaged the sensitive nerve for only a few seconds before she broke apart. Somewhere in her mind she translated the sensation of him pulsing within her.
Her head cleared to his body stretched next to hers with his fingers caressing her arm and back. She willed her body to roll onto his.
"Don't you dare go to sleep," she commanded, as she pulled the shirt over her head. "You're not done apologizing yet."
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Ahem… could someone please send Agent Booth over to apologize to me? And can anyone really remember why she was mad at him in the first place?
Protocol says I'm suppose to give you fair warning when nearing the end. We have about 6 chapters left at best guess. Is that enough of a warning?
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