After dinner the whole troupe, with couples and counselors alike, met to end the day. Each couple was asked to report briefly on what they had experienced that day, and the respective therapist also gave a brief statement.

Brennan and Booth had said that they had found each other again, but otherwise they didn't say that much. Their thoughts were too occupied with what would await them later in their room. Both Brennan and Booth were deep in thought about what they were going to do and how.

It was a mix of nervousness and a kind of tense expectation. It would definitely be very intimate, and both were aware that this would probably also do something to them emotionally, affecting their relationship.

§§§§

Booth paced nervously around the room. As discussed, he had gone to the bathroom first, stripped down to his boxer shorts and was now waiting in their hotel room for Brennan to come out soon. He wished even more that maybe Angela would succeed at any moment and they wouldn't have to pull off that charade in the first place.

It was difficult enough between him and Brennan as it was, and instead of discussing all the issues between them, they had to play the married couple about to fall back in love and make love again.

What irritated him most of all was that they had an audience at the same time. How could he react calmly?

Hearing a noise, he turned around. The door to the bathroom slowly opened and Brennan came back into the room. She looked at him, a little bit shy.

Suddenly he lacked enough air for the next breath. He forgot the audience for a moment, and about the parts they had to play. In that moment, he became the husband who was falling in love again with his wife…the wife who now stood before him, looking absolutely seductive.

He'd seen her in her bathing suit whenever he'd taken Parker to her pool and she'd kept them company, but this was completely different. Seductive didn't even begin to describe the tight beige lace undergarments she wore and infinitely soft, creamy skin that was exposed. Apparently, he had completely forgotten how beautiful she actually was. The best thing about her appearance was that he could take her in his arms, hug her, and kiss her…and he could do it as quickly as possible.

Brennan walked up to Booth and then stopped in front of him. He could tell that he was just as nervous as he was, but at the same time she looked very determined. He didn't know about her promise to herself to enjoy every touch and kiss of him.

Finally, Booth couldn't hold back any longer and eagerly pulled Brennan into his arms. She willingly pressed up to him and looked expectantly into his eyes. "I love you.," he whispered in her ear, but still loud enough for the surveillance camera to pick it up. After all, they wanted to draw the attention of the potential killer. This was now the start for both of them to serve as the bait.

He ran his hand up her arm, along her shoulders and then down her neck to pull her head towards him. At the same time, they both closed their eyes and his lips fell onto hers. Passion immediately determined their actions and neither of them was sure if they were playing a role here or if this was reality. Fiction and reality were obviously inseparable and they just let their instincts guide them.

Kissing Booth had always been a pleasure for her and being kissed by him even kisses in the afternoon had already been thrilling, but this was something else…another level of intensity. Brennan felt as if she'd never had a kiss like this before…a kiss that shook her to the core. How would she ever be able to live without that feeling? She didn't know, and right now she didn't care.

As Booth kissed her, he slowly moved them towards the bed. As they had discussed, he placed her in the center of the bed and slowly slid over her, pulling the covers over both of them at the same time. Booth felt it was hard to control his breathing, or his body. Pressing his nearly naked body to hers was mind blowing.

Their lips met once more and then he looked questioningly at her. She had correctly interpreted his hesitation. He waited for her to let him know that she still agreed with everything he did. She gave him a slight nod and then leaned her head back slightly. Her neck begged to be caressed, so he slowly trailed his mouth down and over her shoulders. It was exhilarating. Her skin, her scent, and the low moans told him that obviously she was enjoying it as much as he was.

It was so easy to forget this was a show, because it all felt too real. He remembered that they had to pretend to be naked. so he made a motion as if to take off his boxers first and then her panties. He had to slide his hands along her legs to pretend to take off her panties and it felt incredible. Of course, he left her bra on, since he didn't want to expose her in front of the camera.

He kissed her neck again and then slid lower, brushing his lips along the rim of her bra. He felt her hold her breath and then she began to breathe even faster. This was very intimate for both of them. How many times had he imagined how it would feel to kiss her so intimately? However, he never would've planned it to be like this. If this situation had been real, he would've removed her bra so he could finally taste her, but it was all fake, and there was no way he'd dare to do that.

Brennan tried to store each of his touches and kisses in her memory. While she was in Maluku, she had imagined so many times what it would be like to be loved by him. This was better than she had ever imagined, and it wasn't even real.

His mouth now caressed her stomach and then slid along the navel and lower. Instinctively her body arched towards him. Then his head disappeared under the covers. After all, this was the part they just wanted to act out.

Booth moved as if giving Brennan oral sex. Of course, he tried not to actually touch her, which wasn't always easy as she was squirming under him, pretending to be very aroused and on the verge of orgasm. She felt his hot breath on her skin and it was mind-blowing. After some minutes he glanced up at her and she understood that she should "come" now.

This was easy to do, because she actually felt thrilled. She groaned loudly and called out his name. At the same time she arched her body towards his. Booth couldn't pull away fast enough and his mouth landed on her pubic bone. It was only a brief touch, but it was electric. How he wished this all was real!

Slowly he kissed back up her body. Why did it take so long for Angela to give the all-clear? Where was the FBI? It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep a clear head here. All of this turned him on immensely and he felt that it didn't leave her untouched either.

Now, according to their plan, he would pretend that he was slowly becoming one with her. In the meantime he had reached eye level again and paused for a moment. They looked at each other and he gently stroked her head. He wanted to capture the moment so he could forget that this wasn't real. It was just too tempting to shut it all out and just let the emotions flow.

For a brief moment he was captivated by her gaze. It was like the world was holding its breath. It was intimate, it was familiar, it was sensual. Then he suddenly felt her clench her thighs and in one motion she flipped them both over so that she was sitting on top of him, on his thighs. He was totally surprised, but had absolutely no objection to the change of plans.

It was a beautiful sight as she sat there, bent over him. She had made sure that the blankets were still wrapped around their lower bodies so that it was not possible to see that they were still wearing their underwear. She now slid forward a little. To the observer, it must have looked as if she was slowly sinking down on him. As expected, he was completely hard by now and he felt her groin slowly pressing against his erection, only to slip even further forward and he felt her slowly glide over him. The friction made him short of breath. This just felt too good.

She held his gaze. A look told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him and yes, she was enjoying every moment, too. Then his heart stopped for a moment. With both her hands she swiftly reached behind herself, and undid the clasp of the bra.

"Bones". He could only moan her name. He knew the camera was positioned to only show her back, so this was only just for him to see. He was captured by the beauty of her.

Brennan was fully aware of her impact on him. She had long thrown all doubts overboard. This might be her only chance to get as close to Booth as possible. She didn't want to miss anything. Maybe she would regret it later, but right now all she wanted was for him to look at her, to desire her, to touch her. She wanted to feel the touch of his hands on her body, in places he had never touched her before.

He looked at her, passion and desire in his eyes. He couldn't look away…she was just too beautiful. He, too, had long forgotten the camera and the observers. Only that moment counted. "You are so beautiful! " He couldn't get enough of her. His hands gripped her hips, moving them in a way that was very pleasurable for both of them. He could feel her heat and arousal and he was sure if she kept sliding over his penis like that, he would come. It was just too erotic.

"Booth, please touch me." He had never heard her voice so hoarse and sensual.

"God, Bones." All he could do was moan and then his hands flew over her torso, caressing her breasts, bringing her nipples to harden even more. He couldn't resist and pulled her closer to him, over him so he could taste and spoil her with his mouth, too.

His hungry mouth, his tongue slid over her breasts. They both had forgotten everything around them. This just felt too good to be true. They were lost in emotions and arousal. He had to touch more of her, all of her. His hands kept roaming. Brennan's head began to spin. This was so much better than she had ever imagined. She had never felt so wanted and worshiped before.

"FBI." Suddenly echoed down the hall outside their room. They heard loud footsteps, a door that was obviously forced open. Other voices were loudly calling at the hotel rooms doors. "Please open the door slowly and come out with your hands up."

It was a great challenge for the FBI to secure all the evidence and capture the perpetrators as quickly as possible. They had to clear the resort as soon as possible, even if they had to shock the hotel guests, who didn't know what had happened to them.

Brennan and Booth froze. At the same time, Brennan heard Angela shouting in her ear. "Bren, it's all over, you can stop. The perpetrator has been located and the FBI is on the site."

Brennan sat up hastily. Booth was just caressing her breast and then suddenly it was all over. A shock had gone through both of them and they were back to reality in a second. It took her a moment to clear her head.

Angela spoke again in a quieter voice. "Sweetie, the cameras are already off, so you're free to roam, and I'm about to turn you off now, too. The FBI knows you're in room 107 and they won't bother you. Booth will certainly want to join them on short notice. Hey, you guys did a good job. We'll talk about the details tomorrow, I'll cut the line, okay? You're definitely alone now."

Then Brennan heard a pop in her ear and there was silence. "Angela told me it's all over." For a moment she and Booth looked at each other in disbelief, then the whole situation became fully apparent to them. It was really over. The mission was over, and they could be themselves again.

All of a sudden everything just felt wrong. Brennan slid hastily off Booth, wrapping the blanket around her at the same time. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she felt exposed and insecure.

Booth got up hastily and pulled her up with him and into his arms. "Bones, no…don't do that. Don't back down. Damn, we urgently need to talk, okay? I don't want to leave you here alone like this, but I can't stay. I have a job to do, okay?"

He lifted her head to look directly at her. "You understand that, don't you?"

She just nodded, and couldn't say anything. She had a lump in her throat. Booth released her to dress quickly. "Can you pack our things here? The techs must search and secure this room to save evidence, so we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Sure, Booth." That was all she could say. She still stood motionless, because the end had come too abruptly. Booth was now fully dressed. He'd even brought his suit with him especially for this mission so that it matched the FBI team and everyone could see that he was law enforcement, too.

"See you soon.," Booth breathed before he took her in his arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Then he very carefully opened the door and held out his badge, because one never knew which hot-tempered agent was on the other side. He then stepped into the doorway, relieved to find that he was standing directly across from Charlie, his associate.

The door closed behind him and Brennan awoke from her paralysis. As if in a trance, she dressed and began to hastily pack their things into their bags. She was still so deep in thought that she didn't even notice a few tears running down her cheeks. She felt a loss she could not describe. At the same time, she regretted that they had let it come to this…that they had to come this far with nothing to show for it.

She realized she would never forget this night and didn't know how she could ever look at Booth without thinking about it again…or without wishing that they would someday experience that passion for real.

How could they ever have a normal partnership again? This time she had been the gambler and she'd lost, big time.

The bags were packed and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Then she tried to put a neutral expression on her face. People outside didn't need to see how upset she really was.

She opened the door and went to the lobby, where most of the participants and therapists had already gathered. Agent Shaw was also there, reassuring the anxious attendees and therapists that these investigations were not because of them. She had briefed them, giving them a rough idea on the circumstances without revealing any investigative details. Each therapist sat down with their clients and they were talking quietly to each other.

Emma was, of course, the only one sitting there alone. Booth was obviously on duty and Brennan was only just now coming into the lobby. She wanted to sit in a corner somewhere where she could think in quiet, but of course she wasn't so lucky. Emma looked expectantly at her and gave her an encouraging nod. She couldn't ignore it so she sat down in the armchair next to Emma.

§§§

Booth was glad he saw Charlie when he came out of the room. This was a familiar face, and he also saw Agent Shaw when he looked down the hall, but he didn't recognize the other agents who were still in the passageway. Apparently they were from the field office in Pittsburgh. As quickly as he could, Charlie gave Booth a short update about the situation.

As anticipated, only Booth, Agent Charlie Burns and Agent Genevieve Shaw from the Washington office were there, with the rest being support from the Pittsburgh office. Charlie was in charge, which Booth was very glad to hear. He was still so distracted that he probably couldn't think straight at the moment.

He was actually only the undercover agent and not the leading investigator. He nodded as he tried to listen to Charlie's explanation. That evening in their room, when he and Bones started exchanging caresses, surveillance activity had suddenly been detected, and the investigation began in full force.

It had taken a while, but then Angela had located the room where all the data came together and was able to give the response team a detailed description. The team then stormed the resort and found the room. It was a housekeeping room at the end of the hallway. The investigators were very amazed when they stormed the room. It was well equipped with electronics, and obviously the films had been transmitted to the Internet from there.

An employee of the resort was also arrested on site. He was still saving the videos on the computer and was caught red handed. That much was taken care of, but they still had to find out exactly what he had put on the internet so far.

After some searching by Angela, it seemed the video of Booth and Brennan hadn't been uploaded anywhere yet, which gave Booth a lot of reassurance. Even if it did show up somewhere, he was sure Angela would take care of the whole thing.

The employee must have been surprised at his discovery because when the agents linked him to the couple's murders, he immediately confessed.

That was very comforting to hear. For the first time, Booth actually didn't want to do the interrogation himself. It was enough if he was in the room to hear the basic details. He was glad that everything was recorded and that he could watch it again later. He just wasn't fully into it at the moment. Too many other things were on his mind.

His thoughts kept wandering back to earlier in the evening. They had been interrupted too abruptly. They had totally forgotten where they were and why they were there. They were so busy touching and giving each other pleasure that everything else had taken a back seat.

He just couldn't forget Brennan sitting there on top of him, like a goddess, beautiful and alluring. He was allowed to touch her, to caress her, to taste her. He still could remember the feel of her skin under his hands and his tongue. A warmth flooded through him when he thought about it again.

At the same time, however, he was also aware that Bones would now certainly think the whole situation through and through for hours on end as she questioned everything and analyzed everything. He was afraid that she would pull away from him again, wanting to misinterpret or undo everything that had happened between them. He knew he couldn't allow that to happen.

He badly needed to talk to her, but of course he was trapped in the interrogation room at the time. He was dying to get to her and he hoped he could leave soon. He would then let Charlie do the rest.

He had learned that the FBI had reserved rooms in the Microtel Inn & Suites by Wyndham in Beaver Falls for the whole troupe, since obviously the participants and therapists could not stay in the booked rooms at the resort. The whole resort was now a crime scene.

However, since the participants had booked the entire weekend, the FBI had ensured that the conference could continue there. He'd made sure that he and Bones had a room there, too, because there was no way he was going back to Washington that night.

At the moment, he had to make sure that he finished his work quickly so that he could go to her in the lobby. He didn't want to give her enough time to talk her way out of what they'd both felt just a few hours ago.

He couldn't let go of the chance to get her back in his life.

AN: You know that I had to stop them there, right? Don't worry, they will get their happily ever after, but not yet. That would be too easy.

Hope you still like my story, please let me know.