A.N : Bones? Nope, still not mine!

CHAPTER 3- HE, WHO HAS THE CARDS- PART 2

" Is there something that you find funny at a crime scene, agent?" Booth stared at the young FBI agent sternly, trying hard not to look at Bones. Yup, they've all heard. They've all heard he telling Bones that they should go home. Together . Great. Just great. As if that wasn't enought gossip about me and Bones at the headquarters going on. Way to go, Seeley."

" No. Not at all, Agent Booth. I'm sorry, I've just remembered of other thing, and it was very unprofessional of me. Please, forget about it. The scene is already cleared, and dr. Brennan can already start her job." The agent surveyed Booth's hand grabbing Bones waist pointedly, and Temperance squirmed a little.

" He's right, Booth. I should get start, the evidence fades away more and more as the time passed. If you could just move your hand a little I would be able to take a better look at the remains." Why can't I just be quiet and shove his danm hand away?

" Yeah, sure. You." Booth shook a deathly stare at the amused co-worker. " Wipe off that danm smile of your face. Don't you think that I don't know what's in your mind. And if I hear anything about it, I swear to God that the next corpse we'll be examining will be yours. Got it, buddy?" He felt suddenly satisfied, for he reached his goal of scarying the hell of the young agent. He immediately paled and nodded, backing off without a single word.

" What's in his mind, Booth? Ooh, is this about the home thing? He shouldn't be so literal. Anyone can understand what you mean, and not take into a sexual way. Althought maybe we should discuss the sex part sometime." I wonder how's my temperature. I've just suggested indirectly that Booth and I should have some kind of sexual relation.

" Okay, Temperance. You know what? You're seriously freaking me out here. So, either you start talking your squinty thing with some sense right now, or I'll drag you back to the SUV. And stop talking about sex, you, and me at the same time."

" Male, mid thirties, multiple stabbing wounds, althought I can't say for sure if that's the cause of death, strange mark down the sternum from some possible unknown weapon, the ribs..." She was suddenly striken by a fit of coughing, and cursed herself for her lack of care. She shouldn't have spoken so fastly and out of breath. Great, now I sound as if I had tuberculosis. And here's the alpha male. Temperance couldn't stop coughing, and her chest started burning with pain and lack of oxygen. Her toracical muscles ached with the effort, and her eyes filled with tears, as her hands unconsciously moved to her chest, as if by touching it, she could actually find some confort.

" Whoa, Bones. Take it easy now." Booth looked desperately for some quiet place for his Bones, fiding a bench right next to them. He leaded her that way, never ceasing to hold her, while one of his hand moved to her back and started rubbing it. Booth seated her practically on his lap, watching as the cough slowly subdued. " That's right. You're okay. Just breathe slow."

She gasped for air, irritated with her unnabilitie to control her own body and go throught such an embarrassing situation in front not only of her partner, but of half of the FBI. Yet, Brennan was glad that Booth was there, althought she didn't dare to think about the reason. For now, it was just good the way he held her, his hands massaging her back and her chest…

" Booth." Her voice was a croak and it hurted to make any sound, but she had to say. " Your hand is cupping my breast." She averted her eyes to said hand. To be fair, it wasn't ecxatly cupping her breast, but his fingers where spreaded over the left side her chest, and - by accident, Temperance,by accident. Don't you let your mind get the wrong ideas.- they were placed against the softeness of her breast's skin, rubbing it.

Seeley Booth looked at his right hand sprained at - oh, jeez, I'm touching Bones's boob. Not only touching, but stroking it. - Temperance's chest, not even realizing that everybody in the scene had stopped to stare at the partner's interactions. Honestly, he was just trying to make her feel better, and had remembered that when Parker had a cough, he would massage his son's back and chest, and it always seemed to work with his boy. So, he just decided that it could help Bones too. But now, he took off his hand as it was on fire, feeling an unbelievable heat over his face.

" I'm sorry, Bones, I'm so, so sorry. I just wanted to help you, and it always helps Parker when I rub his chest, and it's just that you're a girl and not a six year old, so of course you have boobs, and…"

" Booth…" She croaked while becoming very, very self conscious of their position. She was half seated by his lap, all her weight upon Booth's arms."Booth." He stared at her, looking like a lost little boy, his chocolate eyes full of embarrassement. " It's ok. I don't mind you touching my breasts. In fact, I've been imagining how the feeling of your hands over them would be for quite a while now." -Oh. My. God. Why couldn't Booth just have given me a gun? Then, I could shoot myself right now. I'm telling him things that I've been trying to block for so long.- And it was true. For the last couple of months, Temperance Brennan had been realizing more and more how attractive her partner and best friend was. And by attractive, she didn't mean only by the looks, but by the person he was, the caring, smart fair man that was Seeley Booth. She had been fighting with herself and those feelings, because she knew that was a line. And now, her stupid lack of control over her words were destroying all the safety that she was trying to keep between them.

" Ookay, you know what, Bones? We're so out of here. You're seriously worrying me, cause this is so not you. You're probably burning with fever." He touched her forehead just to confirm his suspections. So, he did what a man had to do. At least, a man who had the cards like him. He looked at the stunned FBI agents sternly. " You all. Stop looking at us with those stupid faces. In fact, stop looking at me and my partner at all. Instead, you start working on doing what the squints always tell us to do. You pack this body, you pack any kind of evidence, and everything in the perimeter. I want everything, since the slightest dirt in the floor until the last bone at the Jeffersonian. And do it right, because you all know how the squints can be annoying with that. Just do it. And again, I reiterate what I told to young agent Mark here. Any silly conversation or gossip that evolves my name or dr. Brennan's , I'll shoot you all."

Special agent Seeley Booth was not someone to be kidding with, and everybody knew it. Specially when it came about his Bones lady, and all the FBI headquarters was aware of this. No man or woman in a sane state of mind, would even try to contradict the former sniper. So, all the people in there just nodded in agreement meekly, knowing that agent Booth would for sure keep his word about the shooting thing.

While those people started doing their work, Booth had his own battle to win, for he had a very angry and determined forensic anthropologist struggling to get onto her feet.

" Booth, let me go. I have to supervise this. I should in fact do a little more examination before letting anyone pack things to the institute. You promised to let me do my job." Her eyes were icy blue, but Booth wasn't one to give up. Specially when I'm so freaking right.

" No, Temperance. I haven't promised you anything. I merely agreed with you coming to the crime scene even if you are sick. And with your agrrement that I was in charge and would decide if you could or not remain here. And I've decided that you can't stay here any longer. I'm driving you back. Period." By the way he spoke, Brennan knew that was no way she could convince him otherwise. So, she decided for a new approach.

" Fine. Then, drive me to the Jeffersonian." She felt his hand's immediately grasp her waist possessively again, but she didn't care. She would play with his so called cards. So, Temperance Brennan did what she could count into only one hand the times she did it in her life : She acted like a lost, cuddling , depending woman. She glued her eyes in his, while curling in his arms, her head resting slightly on his shoulder.- See if you can beat this, alpha male.

" Come on, Booth. I'll be fine at the institute. I'll be safe, inside walls, and surrounded by people. You know that I wont get any rest or relax if you just live me out of this. It's my case." Brennan blinked, knowing that the next phrase would hit her partner just in the nerve. " And if you drive me home, I'll be alone there. You don't want to live me alone and sick, I know you don't"

Booth stared at his Bones in utter disbelief. - Is she seriously trying to manipulate me? How dumb she think I am? But man, this feels nice. I would never imagine Bones as a cuddling person.- But she did had a point. The way she was, he really, really didn't want to leave her home alone. And he would have to work, at least for now, interrogating people around about the case. Danm. She's good.

" Don't you think I don't know what you're doing here, Temperance. But I'll allow you to win this one. I'll drive you to the institute, all right. But if you think that you're just have your way in there, then you seriously don't know with who you're dealing with. I call the cards, remember? So, I'll just pass my rules about you to the other squints while I'm gone. And I'll be back as fast as I can, trust me. In no time, you will be in bed eating chicken soup."

Brennan just rolled her eyes while slowly walking to the SUV, realizing that Booth never let her go since they've arrived. Now, this can be a real problem.

(…………..)

The usually silent platform where the team always worked was already full of movement by the time they arrived, for the remains had already been disposed and each person was trying to do his or her part. So, it was with surprise that they were met by a very unusual view of their always bickering couple of friends.

" Booth…will you let me go? I can walk by myself, it's not like I'm dysfunctional or anything."

Angela Montenegro raised her eyebrowns by that statement, almost loosing her control by the view in front of them. Special agent Seeley Booth had his arm strongly encircled around Brennan's waist. And, despite the complaining words that came out of her friend's mouth, she didn't seem to be actually fighting against Booth's antics. In fact, she seemed to be leaning into his chest.

" Yeah, sure, Bones. I'm not buying any of this. You've almost passed away again when we arrived here. So, no, I'm not letting you go."

" But Booth…"

" No But, Temperance. Cards, remember?" He grasped her closer, if it was any possible. By this time, all of the team was frozen, except for Angela and Cam, who exchanged amused looks.

" Ahem… althought I hate to interrupt this cute interaction, there's still work to be done, people. So… Booth, Dr. Brennan… care to explain?" Camille Saroyan tried to keep her voice as serious as she could, but it was getting really hard, for Angela was starting to make a lot of strange and funny faces, as if she was ready to explode. Two voices raised at the same time, telling things that none of them ever dreamed of hearing for those two stubborn people.

" He keeps groping me!"

" She's hot!!"

Angela's eyes almost popped out of her orbits. Jack Hodgins gave a sly smile to everybody until stopping at the angry couple. Clark sighed and rolled his eyes desperately, asking himself again why in hell he still worked there. Cam tried to keep an straight face, being the first to regain her voice.

" Okay. I guess that work will have to wait for a while here…"

TBC…

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