H is for Hotblooded.

H is also for : Happy, hallucination, Hot, Hell, Heat, help, hate, ham, heaven, hold, Harry Potter, hair, happy, hands, hop, Hoo Boy is this getting Hot!, heaven, haven, hopping bunnies, hickey, hunt/ing/er, hotel, heavenly, hamster, hamlet, house, home, health, hospital, hangover, hate, harm, heat, hectic, holiday, hear, here, her, his, Harley, Hypothesis, Hiccups, hem, hag, heart, hope, held, hero, heroine, hurt, hell, hello, hate, hair, husband, heavy, hill, hypothermia, hare, help, handsome, human, hole, hop, hilarious, huff, hallway, heatwave, heart attack, hill, high, helicopter, Hilary Clinton, heart, hold, handkerchief, hog, hyper, hubby, Halo, hippo, hungry, humerus, hound dog, hurry, hardhat, healing, and hot chocolate.

I know that I haven't written in a while, and I'm really sorry. To make it up to you, I will be posting 'I' and 'J' in quick succession. I hope I still have some readers out there. The problem I had was I had 'I' and 'J' written, but not 'H'. And since I have to go in order, I was having some 'H' writer's block.

Thank you EVERYONE for reviewing. I have one small complaint... when you suggest words, can you separate them by a comma like I have them above? Please? I copy and paste all of the suggestions, and it is easier if I don't have to go through and delete a thousand "Quotes" or other funky symbols. Thanks! --I didn't know Brennan's address, so I made one up. Thank you to CheeseBK for the pudding idea. And a shoutout to everyone who suggested 'Hot'. There were a lot of you!

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Well I'm HOTBLOODED

Check it and see

I've got a fever of a hundred and three

The call from David had been awkward at the least. Now they were standing there, music still blasting and not sure of what to do next. Deciding to break the tension, Booth asked the first thing that came into his head.

"You have anything to drink? Water, juice?" He threw in a charm smile just because. Brennan smiled hesitantly back.

"Sure, let me go get it." Booth watched her start for the kitchen. Normally he would have argued that he wasn't a guest and she didn't have to serve him, but he wanted to take another look through her music collection.

Booth was flipping past 'Green Day' when he heard the explosion. Whipping around and sprinting towards the kitchen, he dropped to an unconscious Brennan's side and, after after hauling the door off her small frame, proceeded to pat the flames away with his jacket. Dragging her into his lap, he put two fingers to her neck to check her pulse. It was weak but there. He put his ear next to her nose. There was no sound of breathing.

"Hang in there, Bones." He pleaded, starting CPR.

Growing more desperate with every minute that passed, Booth continued to breathe for her. Finally, a few minutes later she started coughing from the smoke.

"Shhh..." Booth soothed, wrapping his arms around her and rocking her back and forth. "You're safe. I've got you."

Brennan whimpered and curled a hand around the material of his shirt before passing out again. Booth cradled her to his chest while calling 911 on his cell phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" A bored female voice asked.

"I need an ambulance to Riverside, apartment 2B. There's been an explosion."

"Right away, sir. And try to remain calm-" Booth didn't hear her advice as he had already flipped his phone shut. Opening it again he dialed Cullen.

"Cullen."

"Sir, it's Booth. Can you send a forensics's team to Dr. Brennan's apartment?"

"Yes. What happened? Can't you call Dr. Brennan herself?" Cullen asked, confused.

"There was a bomb in her fridge. She's unconscious." Booth explained, clutching her tighter to him.

"Jesus." He heard Cullen mutter. "I heard the call that there was a bomb, but didn't know it was you. Are you hurt?"

Booth answered no, but his mind was telling him different. My other half is hurt. He thought.

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The next three hours Booth spent on auto pilot. The ambulance arrived and the EMT's started to work on Brennan. Soon after, the FBI forensics's team showed up and Booth immediately started giving out orders.

"I want ALL particulates and samples sent to the Jeffersonian!" He barked as they got to work. "Don't miss a square inch of this kitchen!! I want to know who planted that bomb! And I want the report on my desk YESTERDAY!" A voice interrupted Booth's tirade.

"Agent Booth? Are you coming with us?" He turned around to see a young EMT at the door. Nodding, he followed him to where Brennan was strapped to a stretcher. He didn't remember much of the ride to the hospital other than the feel of her heartbeat against his palm as he held her hand.

He filled out forms for another half hour. Then it was sit and wait time.

Two hours of worrying later, he was aloud to see her.

"She should wake up within the next 24 hours." The doc informed him before leaving him alone with his partner.

Just seeing her made his heard ache. Hooked up to wires, tubes and IV's, beeping machines and monitors, she looked like death warmed over.

Sitting beside her and taking her hand, Booth finally let the events of the day catch up with him as he drifted off to sleep slouched half on the bed and half on the hard plastic chair. Once again, he held her hand and let her gentle heartbeat calm him.

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"Sweetie!" A worried Angela shrieked, running into Bren's hospital room. The anthropologist woke with a start, but the FBI agent that was currently curled next to her, slept on.

"Shhh. You'll wake him up." Brennan warned.

"Sorry!" Ange apologized. "But sweetie – what happened? We got a call this morning from Cullen. He said you were both in the hospital and I rushed over here without waiting for the full story..."

"Honestly, I don't know what happened. All I remember is going to the fridge to get something for Booth-" She paused. "Did my fridge explode?"

"Yeah it did, Bones." Booth said sleepily from her side, burying his face further into the pillow, and her neck.

"Ummm... Booth?" Brennan asked, sharing a look with a grinning Angela.

"What?"

"Can you get off me?" She asked.

"No." He mumbled back, tightening his arms around her.

"No?!"

"I'm comfortable."

"And I'm concussed and cranky and you're squishing my broken ribs." Brennan huffed. He got off her quick at that.

"I'm so sorry Bones! I didn't mean to hurt-" He stopped, seeing her triumphant grin. "Why are you smiling like an idiot?"

"Because you are so... what's the word?" Bren looked over at Ange again. "Easy." She erupted into a fit of giggles and hiccups. Booth looked to Angela for explanation.

"Did I mention that morphine makes Bren high?" Booth shook his head.

"Booth! Did you get particulates from my kitchen?" Bren asked, suddenly sober.

"Yes, they were very thorough and I was very annoying." He said with a grin.

"Well, I must be going. Have fun you two!" Angela said. She was half way to the door before Booth caught up with her.

"I'll be right back, Bones!" He said loudly, and then added in an undertone to Ange, "I need to talk to you."

"Once in the hallway, Ange asked, "What's up?"

"Bones. High. What am I supposed to do?" He asked, slightly desperate.

"You'll be fine, hun. She's just going to be giddy for a bit. And I didn't tell you this, but-" Looking up and down the hall to make sure no one was within earshot, Angela leaned up and in a stage whisper, said, "She'll tell you anything when she's high. If I were you, I'd play 20 questions." With a final wink and a dramatic wave, the artist pranced off down the hallway. Booth was about to walk back into the room when his cell rang.

"Booth."

"Hey Booth, this is Hodgins. I have results from the samples from Dr. Brennan's apartment. Can you come into the lab?"

"Can't you just explain it to me? I don't want to leave her like this. Who ever tried to kill her is still out there."

"I'm sorry, man. When Ange gets back we're going to run the Angelator. We need you here."

Booth ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "I'll be there." Hanging up, he dialed Jamie Kenton.

"Kenton."

"Jamie, can you do me a favor?" Booth asked.

"Sure. What?" The agent asked from his hiding place in a closet down the hall from Brennan's room.

"Can you come to the hospital and watch over Bones for me while I run to the lab? I don't want her to be alone."

"Sure. I'll be there in 10." Hanging up, Jamie Kenton glanced at his watch. He had ten minutes to set his evil plan into action.

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Kenton moved closer to her bed, watching her sleeping form. Her eye lids fluttered open and she blinked at him in confusion.

"Where's Booth?" She asked.

"Hollings has him. "

"What!?" Brennan shrieked, trying to get out of bed. "How, why?"

"He's being held captive at an abandoned warehouse. I can take you to him if you'd like."

"Captive? How do you know and why haven't you contacted the FBI?"

"Temperance, Temperance, Temperance." He chuckled. "Or should I say Bones?" He taunted. Brennan had pulled out her IV, was out of the bed, and was nose to nose with him in an instant.

"Take me to him." She demanded.

Kenton chuckled again. "As you wish." He was pleased to see that she held an arm around her broken ribs as she limped out of the hospital after him. They got into his truck and started off. Tempe knew that she should be keeping track of where he was taking her, but she was too concentrated on the pain in her side. About twenty minutes later they pulled into an empty lot outside a bunch of rundown buildings.

Kenton got out of the car, went around to Bren's side, yanked the door open and pulled her out. She let out a yelp of pain.

"Let me go!"

"Come on." He commanded, ignoring her cries. When they got into the building, he threw her onto the ground in front of a harsh looking metal chair.

"Where is he? You said he was here!" Brennan protested, even as she was doubled over in pain.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan." She didn't have time to defend herself before the butt of Kenton's gun knocked her out.

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Seeley Booth paced furiously on the platform at the lab. He had called the hospital to tell Brennan that he was running a bit late but that he would be bringing dinner by later. They informed him that she had disappeared.

After he and the squints checked all the normal 'Brennan Hiding Spots', they had come to the conclusion that she left with Kenton.

"Why did she leave with him and where the hell could he have taken her?" Booth wondered aloud.

"She obviously left under her own control, and in a hurry. There was no sign of a struggle in her room, but she ripped her IV right out." Hodgins said from his station.

"I was just looking over her x-rays. The only reason that she survived the explosion is because she was looking back towards the window. That twisted her body enough so that she didn't take the full brunt of the blast."

"Why would she be looking at the window?" Angela asked, looking up briefly from her sketchbook.

"Me." Booth said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She was looking back at me." A look of determination shadowed his face and he stood up straiter.

"I'm gonna go find her. I can't just sit here. Call me if you find anything." He said, jumping the steps of the platform and jogging out of the lab.

Jumping into his car and stomping on the gas, Booth started off towards the scene of the original crime. Maybe there was something the team missed.

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Booth slammed his door shut, pulling out his gun from it's holster and starting for the run-down warehouse. He had a feeling that there was someone, or something, inside. Going into Ranger mode, he crept through the doorway, looking both ways before proceeding. It wasn't long before he heard voices.

"You won't feel a thing, though. You'll be long gone." Kenton! He thought. It was him!

"You bastard. They will catch you for this-" A loud smack and a whimper resonated throughout the room. Booth crept closer.

"Goodbye, Dr. Brennan." Booth rounded the corner just in time to see Kenton raise his gun to hit Brennan, who was tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Aiming, Booth shot him in the arm causing him to drop the gun. There was a scuffle and two more gunshots before the warehouse fell silent.

"Booth." Came his partner's whimper.

"Bones!" Limping over to her, Booth attempted to lift her off the hook. The bullet in his shoulder was making that difficult so he put his head between her tied hands and gently lowered her to the ground.

"You're hurt." She said.

"I'm fine, Bones. Kenton isn't going to hurt anyone anymore. What about you? How'd you get out of the hospital?" He asked, worry evident in his tone.

"Kenton gave me a ride, but maybe... maybe you could give me a ride back?" He nodded, standing and pulling her up with his good arm. Handing her his cell, he told her to dial 911 as he gently removed the ropes from around her wrists. Ten minutes later an ambulance pulled up.

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It seemed like a normal call. Gun shot wounds, down in one of the old warehouses. I suited up as Sam drove his usual 60 miles an hour. We arrived at the scene and headed inside. When I found where everyone was, I laughed.

It was the same man and woman from the apartment call the day before, in pretty much the same position. She was in his lap, and

"What are you two doing out here? Isn't she supposed to be in ICU?" I asked, leaning down to treat the man's shoulder.

"She's SUPPOSED to be." He replied, wincing as his arm was patched up.

"I'm fine." The woman winced, clutching her ribs.

"No, you aren't." I replied. "Come on, let's get you two back to the hospital." After some grumbling and a not so nice threat to take pudding away, Sam and I managed to get them into the ambulance. The other man was dead – we called the Jeffersonian to pick him up par request of the man.

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"Well, at least he didn't take the pudding." Booth said happily from his bed, scraping the bottom of yet another plastic container. Brennan rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, watching him eat the rest of his pudding. They each had their own hospital bed and small stash of pudding containers. Deciding it couldn't be bad if Booth was devouring it like so, she reached for her spoon. He heard her whimper, and looked over at her.

"You ok, Bones?" She nodded, her fingers inching towards the spoon on the table next to her bed. Booth was out of bed and handing it to her in an instant. As she popped the top off her pudding, Booth glanced down at his empty dish with an over-exaggerated sigh and pout. Rolling her eyes again, Tempe motioned for him to lay next to her.

"We'll share." She said, taking a spoonful and attempting to raise it to her mouth. She let out a frustrated sigh when she couldn't raise her arm high enough. Sending a pleading look in Booth's direction, she held out the spoon to him. He took it and raised it to her mouth with his good hand.

Brennan's eyes fluttered closed as she swallowed the chocolate pudding. Booth took a spoonful for himself, and then held out another to Tempe. They ate their way through her 'stock' of puddings, and fell asleep in each other's arms, both of them finally feeling safe.