Hey all - I am going to start updating more frequently by giving shorter chapters. I hadn't realized that also makes it easier for all of you, to read more Fan Fic and not be stuck here reading mine for 20 minutes - haha. I promise the next chapter will be getting into the heart of this story - the suspense and drama will increase. This chapter kind of wrote itself so I had to go with it.

Recap of previous chapter (like the mid-show recaps on Bones - lol): Bones asked Sweets if he could do Hypnotherapy but Booth stopped her knowing she was speaking about him:

. . . Sweets says to no one in particular: "AH-HA!" He shouted aloud, to no one in particular.

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 4

Jeffersonian immediately following B & B's departure . . .

Sweets was left standing alone with his thoughts in Brennan's office after the dynamic duo had left. He was mulling over the question posed to him by Dr. Brennan – in regard to Hypnotherapy. . He had shouted AH-HA as they were leaving, but not because he figured out whom she may have been referring to, but simply because he knew they were finally beginning to accept him.

Yes, he pondered proudly, they were starting to trust him and value his expertise! And it was about damn time! He started thinking of what Dr. Brennan's exact words had been, so he could determine how best to proceed when he saw them on Monday for their monthly appointment.

It had sounded like Dr. Brennan was going to say the word 'traumatic' when speaking of the main purpose of her question, and the only people he could think of that she could be referring to were either: She herself was ready to try and recall her oldest memories of the days leading to her parents disappearance - OR - he thought, who else has had traumatic experiences that may need his help? Her Father? No. Her Brother? - No. Then the answer slapped him in the face like a hammer – of course, he thought – BOOTH!

Booth's apartment across town . . .

After they had gotten to Booth's place, they decided to just order pizza, they rarely did that but it sounded good for some reason. Brennan grabbed Booth by the elbow, careful not to bump anything sore, and firmly guided him to his room.

"Ok Bones, what - arrre - you dooo-ing?" he said to her in a lighthearted voice, raising his eyebrows at her in question. "Booth, don't have a hefer," she said. He started to correct her & thought – close enough!

I'm only going to let you review these files and such – from the reclining position on your bed! Do you want another episode like back at my office?!" she asked, and then added, "I know I don't!"

"And besides she added, I think I could probably outrun your right now in your condition. I assure you, I will not hesitate to grab those files and run. Leaving you here without them and without your vehicle! She added, her face sporting a huge grin at how please she was with herself for her own version of intimidating a man who, usually intimidated HER!

"Okay – fine." Booth complied, "But don't think that you are going to be left off the hook for that threat. All I'm sayin' is – expect it when you least expect it!" he was now sporting an even larger grin on his own face, feeling proud of his own threat!

"What?! Booth that doesn't even make sense." she smirked, to which he added, "Yeah? Just think about it for a minute – think of it in the context of my own threat to get back at you for blackmailing me like you just did. In fact, I can't believe you did that!" he said, enjoying the lighthearted banter that he had so missed, having been replaced with the dark and miserable events of the past week.

Brennan left for the living room to grab items to check his bandages and redress any as needed, on the way she let his confusing words toil around in her mind, trying to crack his odd verbal codes; ~ . . .expect it when you least expect it. . . ~

~ "OHH, ' it ' must mean ' revenge ' she figured out quickly, ~ Aah-ha-a . . . veer-rry – clev-er. ~ She smiled, laughing at his weak attempt to scare her, but on the other hand he never ceased to amaze her with his wit but also his wits. He was smarter than ANYone gave him credit for. Booth had the unique ability to keep his brilliant and witty sense of humor during stressful times or dangerous situations, yet also managing to keep his wits about him all the way. Some day, she thought, she would have to tell him that.

Upon entering the bedroom, Brennan's breath got stuck in her throat, attempting to strangle her vocal cords and rendering her speechless. Booth had his back to her, he had just finished removing his shirt and was standing beside his massive King size bed. She immediately noted the defined musculature beneath the bruises that still covered 40% of his back. The bruises were not what took her breath away, it was the sight of his amazing torso that for some reason, the more she saw it, bare and unclothed, the more lustful her thoughts were becoming.

"Oh hey, I figured you would want to check these so I figured we could get it over with." He said as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. Brennan climbed on top of the bed directly behind him. She was on her knees and sitting back on her haunches. First she checked and replaced the 2 small squares of gauze on the only cuts that hit his back (his front got the brunt since he had been facing the blast).

She couldn't reach his chest from how they were currently situated, she gently, without saying a word, pulled back on his shoulders nudging him to lay on his back, he did so and positioned himself in the normal position with his head on the pillow and his long body splayed out, his feet nearly touching the bottom of the bed from his almost freakish height. Booth was rendered speechless himself as his senses were overtaken by her mesmerizing scent and ever increasing awe of her beauty.

She leaned fwd to begin checking his dressings and as she laid her fingers on the edges of the first square of guaze, she leaned further downward, gently placing a kiss near the wound, her lips felt like melted butter against his warm skin.

Then she silently placed similar kisses with the tender care of a surgeon cutting into the delicate artery of a human heart – along each and every healing wound the Agent had received. Finally, when he could no longer take it, he gently pulled her face up using two fingers underneath her chin, guiding her lips to his and engulfing the plump redness of her mouth completely into the most brain boggling, thought stealing, mind altering kiss - that either had ever experienced before.

30 Minutes Later . . . (Don't worry – they didn't 'do it' yet)

The due had to physically push each other away knowing that they have work to be done and little time with which to do it in. The had heated up to the point that they were either going to have to have weak, passion barred sex due to the Agent's injured ribcage, or savor what fun they did have, and wait until they could both perform at the top of their game.

After composing themselves, Brennan finished her task with the bandages while Booth waited for things to 'calm down'. Within the hour they were both sitting on the bed in the midst of Gravedigger files and evidential documentation.

They decided the next step – would be to go to take a look inside the infamous storage unit from where the Gravedigger plotted and planned each step of her (or their) gruesome crimes. Even Bones had not been in the unit as of yet, due to her 100% focus on her partner – tomorrow at the crack of dawn, they were going on a field trip!!

TBC . . .

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