Wow, I reckon that the pause between this chapter and the last one must have broken some records :D ..I just could not get this right…I've written this chapter about 10 different time and have deleted each one. This chapter I am the happiest with, and at the moment I'm just trying to get the story pushed along :D

Anyway, I hope that there are still some readers out there :P come out come out wherever you are!

Previously our crime fighting duo got stuck in the shower, almost kissed, and were then interrupted by the room service/cleaning lady (no, her name is not Sadie…she actually doesn't have a name :D)…now without further ado….

Booth closed the door behind him and resisted the urge to kick it out. 'Stupid room service woman' he thought angrily as he stalked back into the bedroom 'got the wrong room….typical'

"Booth?" He heard Brennan call from the bedroom.

"She's gone Bones" he replied, pushing open the door with his shoulder. His body was still dripping from the drama in the shower, and his feet squelched on the carpet with every step that he took. He noticed immediately that Brennan was still lying in the same position on the bed. Her hair was plastered to her face, and her shirt had gone see through. Moving over to the bed, he sat down on the end of it so Brennan's feet were pressing against his back.

"You should probably get changed" he suggested "we still need to go to the jewellery store."

Brennan raised herself onto her elbows and looked at him with a raised eyebrow "So we're not going to talk about what almost just happened?"

Booth regarded the question for a moment before replying "when we get back we will. We still have a case to solve."

"I know" she said "did you think I'd forgotten?"

"No. I was just saying." He stood up and rifled through his suitcase for another pair of jeans and a shirt. "Case first, us later." 'The way it always is' he added to himself as an afterthought.

"Yes" she agreed standing by his side and searching through her own bag for a change of clothes "case first, us later." He felt a hand on his arm and turned to face Brennan. "We will talk about it later won't we?" She asked, her voice quite from trying to control her emotions.

"Yes" he replied, smiling at her despite everything "I promise."

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Booth and Brennan stepped out of the jewellery store, with Brennan gripping tightly onto the receipt that she had been handed.

"I already told you that I'm paying for this" she said, ignoring his protests "we can't let the FBI pay for them, otherwise we can't keep them."

Booth sighed, frustrated at her insistence and followed her around to the boot of the car. She pulled it open and grabbed her laptop and booted it up before she turned to sit on the edge of the car.

"Cam said that they're still looking for evidence that would suggest who the killer is" she informed him clinically.

"Well I don't think that it was anybody in there" Booth said, nodding his head towards the store they had just walked out of.

"Maybe we've missed something?" Brennan asked more than stated "it's easy to miss something when we have such a small pool of suspects and are unaware of any of the personal characteristics."

"We haven't missed anything" he assured her, not willing to give into the idea that he had failed to spot out the killer "we've probably already met him."

"How can you be sure it's a male?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him "we've dealt with many female killers before." She paused for a moment but then continued "maybe, she was the mistress of the husband, and when he would not leave his wife for her, she tortured and killed them both."

Booth considered it and slowly smiled "you're getting better at this guessing stuff Bones" he said, nudging her with his shoulder.

"I'm a quick learner" she quipped, shutting her laptop and putting it back in the boot. "I just e-mailed Angela letting her know what was going on."

"Good" Booth replied standing up and clasping his hands together "why don't you take the car back to the hotel and just hang around there for a while, I've got to go down to the police station and check in with them."

"Ok" Brennan shut the boot and stood next to him on the footpath, "do you want me to make dinner?"

"I was thinking of just getting some take-out" he said "saves the time cooking."

"I suppose."

Booth said goodbye and turned on his heel to leave before spinning around back to face her again.

"I'm getting a background check done on Belinda and Jordan" he told her "just to cover all the bases."

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea."

With a final wave to each other, Brennan got into the car and drove down the road back to the hotel. When she made it up to their room, she noticed that the door was already open.

It was just another one of those times when she wished Booth would have let her carry a gun. Holding her phone in one hand ready to call her partner, she pushed the door open with her foot and slowly walked inside.

"Hello?" she called tentatively. She took another step and looked around the corner, finding that nothing had been tampered with or stolen. There was not a single movement besides her own as she slowly walked through and checked each room. As Brennan was about to let her guard down, she heard a soft click before her left side went hot with pain and her vision blurred. She looked down to her left shoulder and saw a tranquiliser dart sticking out from her body. Before she blacked out, she saw the blurred outline of a man approaching her.

"Son of a bitch" she mumbled, before she hit the ground and fell unconscious.

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