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Following Brennan down the hallway, Booth's heart began to race. As he rounded the corner to his bedroom, he saw her slipping off her shoes as she looked up and smiled. "I'm going to change clothes, if that's okay," she told him as she picked her bag off of his bed.

"Of course it's okay," he replied as she stopped in front of him. Without her heels, she was several inches shorter than him, having to get on her tippy toes in order to press her lips into his. Booth let
out a slight groan as they parted and his eyes fluttered open.

"I'll be right back," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek one last time, and trotted out of the room.

Booth sighed as he sat on the edge of the large bed. He kicked his shoes off revealing some typical Booth-socks. The wild colors wrapped around his feet in pattern, signifying his personality…or so everybody seemed to think. As he leaned back against his hands, he heard the bathroom door open. 'That was quick,' he thought.

After hearing a few light footsteps, Booth looked up to see Brennan walking back into the bedroom. She smiled as she sat her bag on a chair. His eyes wandering up and down her body, noticed that she was wearing a baggy pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top. Her hair had been placed in a ponytail and her jewelry had been taken off. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't in expensive lingerie. All he wanted was her.

"Hey," she told him quietly as she stood in front of him.

Looking up, Booth grinned as he took her hands and pulled her onto his lap, causing Brennan to squeal. "You're beautiful," he told the woman sitting across his lap.

Brennan smiled, shaking her head, and sighed. "And you're impossible." She leaned down and pressed her lips into his again.

"Maybe so," he told her, flipping them both around to where they were lying across the bed. "But I'm going to win this battle, Tempe." His fingers traced the outline of her back as she pressed into his chest and looked up at him, her clear blue eyes fluttering.

"What battle?"

Booth chuckled and cupped a hand against her cheek. "The battle that I'm never going to stop complimenting you, sweetheart. You are much, much too beautiful, intelligent, and amazing for me to just give in and not compliment you." He pressed his lips into her forehead as her arm found its way to his waist.

Sighing, Brennan chuckled. "I'm glad we agree on you being impossible." Her fingers roamed his side, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt.

Pushing himself up, Booth looked down at her, resting one of his hands on her hip, and smiled as she grinned underneath him. "I love you, Temperance Brennan."

"I love you, too, Seeley Booth." Understanding that her words were the most simple and genuine thing he had ever heard, Booth bent his neck down until his lips met hers. He pressed against her lips, slightly opening them as her tongue traced the edge of his bottom lip.

His hand that was resting on her hip began to grip more tightly as the kissing became more intense. As Brennan gently nipped at Booth's bottom lip, her arm found its way to the back of his neck. Her fingernails softly scratched his neck as he kissed his way to her jawline, specifically focusing right behind her earlobe.

Sucking gently and occasionally nibbling the skin following her jawline, Booth began to slowly kiss every inch of skin between her jaw and chest. Brennan, who was beginning to squirm underneath him, ran a hand through his messy hair, grabbing hold when he kissed a sensitive spot and letting out a soft gasp.

Slowly kissing his way down her chest, Booth spent extra time on her collarbones, nipping them as his tongue ran across them. Her gasps became increasing in volume as his tongue set her skin on fire. Brennan's hands found their way to his tie as he worked his way back to her lips. Struggling slightly, the tie eventually loosened, allowing Brennan to slip it over his head. As Booth paused from kissing her, she let out a slight grin, biting her bottom lip.

Without warning, she pushed him off of her and rolled herself on top of him. As she straddled his waist with a grin, Brennan leaned down and began returning the favor of driving him absolutely insane. She ran her lips across his prominent jawline, causing Booth's eyes rolled back into his head as he stifled a moan. Toying with his collar, Brennan slowly unbuttoned the top button. As she unbuttoned each button, she kissed the exposed skin, gently sucking and swirling her tongue across his chest.

As his hands roamed her sides, gripping them occasionally, Booth knew that he wasn't going to last long if she kept up what she was doing. Brennan looked up towards him as she pulled his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning the last button. Even though he had an undershirt on, she softly kissed her way back up to his lips, nearly attacking them once she had arrived at them.

Slowly starting to grind her hips against his throbbing dick, still trapped inside his pants, Brennan pinned his hands to the bed, grinning as she took complete control. She bent down again, this time kissing her way up his jaw to behind his ear. As she spent a little extra time on the sensitive spot, she noticed Booth's breathing becoming even more irregular than it was before. She chuckled to herself and slowly kissed her way to his other ear, still moving her hips against him.

She let go of his hands so she could trace the muscles of his chest as she continued to focus on the sweet spot behind his ear. Flicking her tongue back and forth over his skin, Brennan felt his hands running up her back, slowly going underneath her tank top. His fingers tensed as she slowly stopped pressing against his dick, then slowly started back again. As his hands wandered her skin, Brennan heard a strange noise.

Sitting up as she stopped moving, still on top of Booth, she listened for a moment. "Your phone is ringing in the other room," she told him, leaning back down to kiss his neck.

"They'll…call back…" he mumbled in between breaths. Within a few seconds, the phone had indeed quit ringing. Brennan began rocking her hips faster as Booth's breathing became more erratic. The phone went off again, once again causing Brennan to stop her movement. "Fucking hell!" Booth groaned, nearly panting.

Brennan chuckled as she rolled to beside Booth, seeing how flustered he was. Booth sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and shook his head to snap him back into reality. He groaned as he stood up and began to walk into the next room. Still lying in Booth's bed, Brennan listened as he answered his phone.

"Booth…" he huffed. She heard his footsteps as he walked back to the bedroom. "I'm kind of busy tonight, Cullen. What? No, it's not any of your damn business. Call someone else!" Booth nearly begged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Brennan sat up, resting her chin on his shoulder as she sat behind him. "You mean nobody else has their phone on? Huh…imagine that." Brennan kissed the back of his neck, causing him to shudder. "But…Cull…No!...Fine…" Super confused by what was happening, Brennan decided to continue her kissing. "Yeah, whatever, Cullen. Yeah, I'll be there, dammit!"

Snapping his phone shut, Booth sighed heavily. "Bones…" he spoke up after a few moments.

"Hmm?" she asked, rubbing her hands across his back as she nipped at his earlobe.

He tilted his head towards hers, cutting off her reach of his ear. "We gotta go," he told her.

"Where?" Brennan rested her chin against his shoulder again.

"An abandoned warehouse in New Jersey."

"Why the hell do we have to go there?" Booth turned to face her as he took both of her hands in his.

His brown eyes looked deep into her blue ones as he sighed again. "They found two bodies."

"And it can't wait until morning?" Booth raised an eyebrow at her. Another "different" thing about her that he had noticed was that she didn't seemed to care when she got to a crime scene. Typically, she had to be the first one there so she knew people hadn't messed with the evidence.

Booth shook his head. "No, sweetheart. The two bodies found...they're suspected to be a couple of really important people."

Brennan got a look of confusion on her face as Booth brushed a curl out of her face. "Who?"

"A senator's son and daughter-in-law." He leaned over and kissed her lips and cupped her face. "I'm sorry we can't…um…finish this tonight."

She kissed him again and smiled. "It's okay. I call whatever it is on you signifying that I get time with you when the case is over," she told him.

Booth chuckled. "You mean 'dibs'?"

"Yeah…that…" Brennan climbed off the bed. "I don't have any appropriate clothes here. I'll run back to my apartment and change, and then you can pick me up."

"Give me five minutes and we can just stop by there on the way to New Jersey." She smiled and nodded, picking her handbag up from the chair.

After Booth had changed into his typical FBI suit, the two drove to Brennan's apartment and went inside. Once they had shut the door, Brennan turned around and grinned at Booth. "Can't we just," she started as she got closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You know…have a fasty?"

"I think you mean a 'quickie,'" Booth said with a chuckle as Brennan began nibbling at his neck again. "No, baby. Not right now." He pulled back from her and kissed her forehead.

"Why not?" she nearly whined, attempting to reattach her lips to his skin.

"Because, Tempe…" he said, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. He sat on the couch, her following suit, as he stared into her eyes. "I want to make love to you. Not just have sex and it not mean anything for our first time."

He ran his thumb across her cheek as she looked disappointed. "Sex is making love, Booth," she told him, knowing that intercourse is intercourse…is intercourse.

"No, sweetheart. There's a BIG difference in sex and making love. And I swear it'll happen…soon…but not tonight." Brennan sighed looked down at their conjoined hands.

"But I really want this, Booth…"

"Soon," he kissed her forehead. "I promise, baby. Soon."

She smiled in defeat, kissed him quickly, and trotted off to her bedroom. As she disappeared around the corner, Booth sighed and sank back into the couch. "Why tonight, of all nights…" he groaned, running his hands through his short hair.

Before long, Brennan quietly walked back into the living room, sneaking to behind the couch. She leaned over and pressed her lips to Booth's forehead, causing a smile to spread across his face. "You ready?" he asked and stood up.

"Yeah," she said as she looked through her purse to make sure her keys were inside. "I still don't want to go, but we don't seem to have a choice." Booth chuckled as he guided her towards the door, his hand pressed gently against the small of her back.

As the two partners started their three-hour journey, Brennan sighed in the passenger seat. She had finally gotten over her irrational fear of loving Booth, or so she told herself, and the one night that she wanted to do something personal…a damn case came up. "You okay?" Booth asked as he glanced over towards Brennan.

Slouched back in her seat, she looked back at him with a slight smile and nodded. "I'm fine, Booth. Just getting tired." She clenched her fist in her lap, thinking 'And I want to rip your clothes off right now…'

"Why don't you take a nap? We have three hours before we get there."

Glancing down at the clock, Brennan saw that it was 11:43 p.m. "I don't want to leave you awake and driving," she admitted.

"Sleep, Bones. I'll be fine," he reached over and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently.

"Okay…" she eventually gave in, reclining her seat back. "Wake me up if you need me."

Booth chuckled. "If you're cold, reach back and grab my jacket." After thinking about it for a few moments, she realized that she was, in fact, starting to get chilly. The night air in the beginning of March still had a major chill to it.

Once she pulled the jacket over her shoulders, pulling her knees up into the seat with her, Brennan's eyes fluttered shut. Booth looked over and smiled as he saw her falling asleep. "I love you, Booth," she told him without opening her eyes.

"I love you, too, Tempe." Booth brushed his hand over her hair, giving her one last touch before she fell asleep.

"Where the hell am I?" Brennan asked out loud, looking around an unfamiliar place. It was dark, the only light shining was the moon. Trees clouded her view as she hid behind a large bush beside a puddle of water. She heard leaves crunching behind her, quickly spinning around to look. "Who the fuck is there?" she nearly yelled.

Squinting her eyes, Brennan shook her head as she realized it must have been an animal. As she turned back around to glance back out of the bush, she heard the noise again, this time not turning around. Her narrow eyes immediately widened as something reached out and grabbed her arm.

Brennan let out a scream like no other, turning around and fighting her heart out – clawing, pinching, punching, kicking, biting, and even spitting. "Bones…" she heard. Ignoring it, she continued to fight.

"Bones…" Booth called out, shaking her arm.

"No!" she screamed out. She was fighting him in her sleep as she still dreamed about someone grabbing her in the dark.

"Temperance!" he called out louder.

Sitting up quickly, still slapping his hand away, her eyes sprung open as she backed towards the door of the SUV. "Whoa…Bones," Booth pulled his hand back. "It's just me, sweetheart…" he told her.

Her breathing was still irregular as she realized that she must have been dreaming. Nearly panting, Brennan observed her surroundings…she was still inside the SUV, Booth was next to her, and the vehicle was stopped. She looked up at him, trying to calm herself down.

"Hey...you okay, Bones?" Booth asked, reaching over and taking her hand in his. She clutched onto it, looking down at the conjoined hands and then back up to his eyes.

"Uh…yeah, I'm…I'm, uh…I'm fine," she stuttered, running a hand through her hair. "Are we, uh…are we there yet?"

"Yeah, we just got to the warehouse." Brennan sighed as she shut her teary eyes, trying to forget about the dream she had just been submerged in. "Hey, come'mere," Booth told her, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over. She unbuckled hers and leaned over into his arms. "You okay?" he asked, kissing the top of her head as his arms wrapped around her small frame.

"Yeah…just a dream," she said with a chuckle, trying to convince him it was no big deal.

Booth brushed hair out of her face as he ran a hand up and down her back. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No, Booth. Really, I'm okay," she said and smiled up at him. She pressed her lips into his and pulled herself back. "Now, let's get this show on the highway," she told him as she leaned down to grab her cell phone from her purse.

Booth laughed lightly. "I think you mean, let's get this show on the road." She looked up as she reached for the door handle.

"Is there a difference?" she asked, stepping out of the vehicle. Booth chuckled to himself as he climbed out of the SUV, meeting her around back. "Where is everybody?"

"They're over there," Booth said as he pointed across the parking lot. As they walked on gravel to get to the rest of the team, Booth watched as Brennan seemed to be on a mission.

Stopping as they approached the "squint squad," Brennan pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "Miss Wick, I need my suit and equipment," she instructed.

"Here, Dr. Brennan," the young girl handed her a blue jumpsuit with the Jeffersonian emblem on the front. Brennan stepped into the uniform, pulling on a pair of boots after she had the jumpsuit fully zipped.

"Bring evidence bags, Miss Wick," she told the intern as she started walking. Following behind her was an unhappy Cam, who was interrupted during an important date; a sleepy Hodgins, who was woken out of a very deep slumber with Angela; Daisy, who seemed to be oddly peppy during any and all times of the day; and Booth, who was having one of the most amazing nights of his life up until a few hours previous.

"What do you need us to do, Agent Booth?" a local uniformed cop asked.

Booth turned his head as he continued to walk. "Just stay out here out of our way until we need something from you. The cop, who was not thrilled with Booth's lack of consideration for the local law enforcement, nodded and took a few steps back.

One-by-one, they filled into the warehouse, shedding light across the building with their flashlights. "Are there any damn lights in here?" Hodgins groaned, suddenly shielding his eyes from the bright light that came out of nowhere.

"Found them," Booth announced, also holding up a hand to block the light.

Across the room, the whole team saw the disgusting site that they would be dealing with until they solved the case. There were two bodies lying side-by-side to each other, appearing to be cut in several pieces. A giant circle was drawn around the two in what seemed to be blood. In the circle in the space not covered with the bodies, half-assed hearts were drawn.

Cam covered her mouth as she saw maggots crawling across the piles of bone and flesh. "They haven't been here long," Hodgins said as he observed the crime scene. "Maybe a week."

"Come on, Bones. Do your Bones-thing so we can go back to DC," Booth said as he looked away from the deteriorating body parts. This case was even disgusting him. Brennan snapped on her latex gloves and carefully stepped into the ring of blood.

"I can't determine anything…" she announced after cautiously looking at the piles of rotting body parts.

"What? Why not?" Hodgins asked, his voice hinting that he was fed up with his job at the moment. Booth took a step closer, thinking he must have misheard her.

"Wait a minute…YOU can't determine anything?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No," she told him, standing back up straight. "These body parts are from at least four different bodies, Booth…" His heart sank as his head fell towards the floor.

"Fantastic…" he groaned as he pulled his phone out. After pushing a few buttons, he held it to his ear. "Cullen, it's Booth. We, uh…we have a problem."