A/N - This one is an addition to The Repo Man in the Septic Tank. Please leave a review if you like it. Special thanks to Benny, my beta, editor, beloved husband, and biggest fan.

That's My Girl

He didn't plan it. He fully intended to let her deal with it in her own way. But when he saw the guy, all his alarms went off. The scruffy beard, the earring, the confident demeanor. This wasn't someone who was used to hearing the word no. Bones, bless her logical heart, might think she had made things clear to him, but in Booth's experience logic always fought a losing battle against lust. Only one thing could punch through the haze of infatuation, and that was the even more ancient survival instinct.

He hesitated and glanced toward Bones's office. Through the glass wall he could see her hunched over her desk, probably checking and rechecking her notes on the case they'd just closed, making absolutely certain the right person was going to prison. She wouldn't like what he was about to do. She'd call it possessive and chauvinistic, or some other big word. But she didn't really understand how beautiful and desirable she was; and she so often stayed here long after everyone else had gone, so absorbed in her work that time seemed to stop. It would be horrifyingly easy for someone to sneak up on her. No, Booth couldn't rest easy until this cocky new squintern had been put in his place. He'd gladly risk her annoyance to keep her safe.

Veering off course, he stopped at the door of the bone room. The young Latino man in the gray lab coat was wiping down the now empty table with disinfectant. "Hi," Booth said conversationally. He took a little perverse pleasure in the other man's small jump of surprise. He'd deliberately fallen in to his "sniper step" as he approached the room.

"Hello," the man said uncertainly. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Seeley Booth, the resident FBI agent. I just thought I'd introduce myself since it looks like you'll be sticking around for a while."

The man's confusion cleared. "Ah. Agent Booth. Of course." He peeled off a glove and held out his hand. "Doctor Rodolfo Fuentes. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Booth squeezed the proffered hand a tad harder than necessary and was rewarded with a small wince. "Bones must think pretty highly of you," he said, still in a light, conversational tone. "She only takes the best."

"Bones?" Fuentes said, and then he chuckled. "You mean Dr. Brennan? What a clever nickname. I'm not really sure what she thinks of me though. The Jeffersonian and the State Department jointly forced me upon her in a manner of speaking."

"Oh, no one forces Bones to do anything. Believe me, if you're still here, it's because you've earned her respect and trust. Not an easy thing to do. I hope you're smart enough not to abuse the privilege."

Fuentes noted the abrupt, slightly menacing shift in Booth's demeanor and frowned. "What do you mean? Of course I would never –"

"You asked her to sleep with you."

It was a quiet statement of fact, but Fuentes could sense the danger in every line of Booth's stance. "Yes," he said warily. "How did you –"

"Actually, the way she told it, you stated that you expected her to sleep with you." Booth put his hands in his pockets, deliberately pushing open his jacket to reveal the gun holstered at his hip.

Fuentes's eyes flicked toward it, then back to Booth's stony expression. "Okay," he said, holding up a hand. "It's not like it sounds. I sensed a great deal of tension between us. I misinterpreted the signals. It was a simple misunderstanding. I don't understand why this is any business of yours."

Booth's eyebrows shot up. "You don't understand why some charming bastard trying to seduce my wife would concern me?"

Fuentes went pale. He hadn't know, Booth realized. No one had told him. Fuentes was babbling something to the same effect. "Shut up," Booth said, and Fuentes's flood of justifications ceased.

Booth laid a hand lightly on the man's shoulder and looked him in the eye. "I don't know if you're actually deterred by the fact that she's married," he said. "You don't seem like the monogamous kind. You might be deterred by the fact that she's married to a man who knows at least a hundred painful ways to kill you, but then again maybe not. You don't seem to mind danger either. There is one thing that should definitely concern you though, and that is the fact that she's a woman who's had a very difficult life and doesn't trust easily. But she trusted you enough to continue working with you even after you made inappropriate advances. I'm not going to second guess her judgement. I'm just going to warn you. If you betray her trust, if you hurt her in any way, you'll answer not just to me but to this entire team. We're her family, and we look out for her. Is that clear?"

Fuentes nodded slowly. "Absolutely clear."

"Good." Booth patted his shoulder, though perhaps a bit too heavily for true reassurance. "Then I think we're going to get along just fine."

He left Fuentes standing there, bewildered, and continued to Bones's office. She looked up as he entered, and smiled that special smile she reserved just for him. "Ready to go?" he asked with an answering grin.

"Yes." She closed her laptop and began putting papers in to her bag. When she stood up and headed for the door, he caught her hand and pulled her back. "What –" she started to ask, but he silenced her with a kiss. Not a quick peck, but a deep, lingering kiss that left them both short of breath.

"What was that for?" she asked when he finally released her mouth and rested his forehead against hers.

"Don't need a reason," he said, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. "You married me, remember? Unlimited kisses were part of the deal."

"Is that right?" she murmured, leaning in to kiss him again.