Here is my first attempt at Bones fanfiction. I always felt it was unfair to do that to Zack, so here's my version of a different series of events. I plan to continue on into season 4.

"Stop breathing down my neck. I'll have your results soon enough."

"I'm just watching. There's no breathing."

"I can feel your breath on my skin. It's unnerving."

"I am two feet away from you, Bones," Booth said, stepping away two feet just before she looked. She frowned at him. He flashed her a grin in return.

Dr. Temperance Brennan was observing the bite marks on the jawbone she believed were made from the Gormogon. This whole serial killer business was making her uncomfortable, not that she'd admit that to anyone. What was even more uncomfortable was where her mind was starting to go when Booth was breathing down her neck. She looked at him again, finding him to be looking up at the ceiling instead of her. She wished he wouldn't stand so close all the time. It was distracting. She was still very angry with him for faking his death and even more angry at herself for being so upset about it. It was unraveling feelings she had been stuffing down for the last three years. She had only felt mildly better after barging into his house and shouting at him. She wasn't sure where they stood right now. Looking at Booth, he seemed to think everything was just fine. This also annoyed her.

"Dr. Brennan?" Zack said, coming into the room. He ignored Booth. Brennan wished they would get along, but she was unsure of how to fix that relationship. She wasn't the best person at relationships. She decided that if Zack wanted a good relationship with Booth, she was better off not becoming involved.

"What is it, Zack?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I need to talk to you."

"Okay."

"Alone."

"Booth?"

"I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"We have suspects in this building. I'm not leaving you alone."

"Booth! I think I would recognize a cannibal when I see one," Brennan insisted. "And Zack is far from it." He shook his head.

"I really need to talk to you," Zack said, more urgently. He felt a little hurt that Booth thought him capable of eating human flesh.

"Well, Zack, I think you're just going to have to talk to me here," Brennan said. Zack shuffled his feet nervously. "Zack?"

"Spit it out Zack," Booth said. "Is it about Gormagoop?"

"Gormogon!" Brennan shouted, annoyed.

"Whatever," Booth dismissed her. "Zack?"

"Okay," Zack said. "But hear me out before you judge."

"What is it, Zack?" Brennan asked again, feeling worried.

"Gormogon asked me to be his new apprentice," Zack said, wincing. Both of them snapped their heads up.

"What?!" Brennan asked harshly.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Zack squeaked, backing away as Booth charged toward him, hand pulling his cuffs out.

"Booth! We promised to hear him out," Brennan reminded him. Booth stopped, inches from Zack.

"So talk," Booth said. "I don't have much patience for serial killers."

"I'm not a killer!" Zack squealed, holding his hands out. "I thought if I told you about it then we could catch him."

"How?" Brennan asked.

"I agreed to his proposal, but only to help us catch him. I have no interest in his religion or what he does. I thought we could set a trap for him," Zack said hurriedly. "I took the skeleton to prove my allegiance, but I can get it back when I take you to him." Booth couldn't help but give Zack credit for this idea, but he wasn't all convinced.

"Ahhh!" Zack cried when Booth grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into the wall.

"Booth!"

"Listen here, Zack," Booth said. "If you're messing with me, if you're lying to me..."

"I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!" Zack gasped. "I'm really not!"

"Let him go, Booth," Brennan said, pulling Booth off. His veins were showing in his temple. "Zack, I appreciate you telling me this. I think you made the right decision."

"That's what I came to the conclusion of," Zack said, nodding. "It made more logical sense."

"Okay, so now what?" Booth asked her.

"I'm meeting him tonight at the cemetery," Zack explained. "You could bring a team there." Booth turned and left without another word.

"Is he angry at me?" Zack asked Brennan.

"I don't know," Brennan sighed. "Just, help me with this. We'll discuss your plan when he comes back." The two of them set to work on the jawbone. Zack felt very relieved to have disclosed his plan to Brennan. He wished Booth hadn't been there though. The man terrified him.

FBI Office

"So Zack just told you all this right now?" Sweets asked as Booth paced his office.

"Yea. So, do you believe him?"

"Why would he make this up? It seems like he saw an opportunity to help us and has acted on it," Sweets said thoughtfully.

"I just don't want this to be a trap," Booth said. "I don't trust a lot of people right now. Including you."

"Oh, thanks," Sweets said sarcastically.

"You kind of came along around the time this started," Booth said. "You could be in on it all."

"Booth! Come on," Sweets said nervously. Booth squinted at him hard. "I'm not!"

"Yea, well, we can't be too careful. Jones!" Booth shouted to a colleague. "Take Sweets into the holding room."

"Wait, no!" Sweets shouted. "I'm not in on this!"

"Grounds?" Jones asked Booth.

"I think he could be with Gormagonzola," Booth said. "He was pushing us to put the mandible on the skeleton earlier."

"Gormogon!" Sweets corrected impatiently. "And no, I'm not! It was only to reassure the guy we were..."

"Come with me," Jones said, hauling Sweets away.

"Booth!" Sweets shouted as they went. Booth ignored him. He was listening to his gut. There was no way he was taking a chance on anyone right now.

The Jeffersonian

"I'm really nervous," Zack said while Booth wired him up. "What if he checks for this stuff? What if he kills me?"

"He won't. If he does, well, then we tried," Booth replied.

"Booth!" Brennan scolded. She felt like she was always scolding him. "He's terrified. Don't make it worse." Booth just grunted in return. Once he'd wired up Zack with listening devices, he stepped back.

"You're on," he said. He got ready to leave.

"I'm coming too," Brennan said.

"No. Absolutely not," Booth said, still walking away.

"He's my assistant!" Brennan called, chasing after him. "And I think after the stunt you pulled earlier allows me to accompany you."

"How does following protocol of National Security allow you to do what you want?" Booth asked impatiently. "We went over this!"

"You owe me," Brennan said fiercely. "And I'm coming." They stopped, facing each other. Booth looked over at Zack, who was visibly shaking.

"Fine. No guns, and do not interfere," Booth snapped. Brennan signaled to Zack to follow. He charged out the door and into his SUV. Zack was to go on his own and they'd meet him at the cemetery.

"He needs to buck up," Booth said as they drove. "Gormogalooza is gonna know something's up."

"It's Gormogon, Booth. Say it with me. Gor-mo-gon," Brennan drew it out for him. Booth turned and stared. She stared back.

"I really don't care," he said finally. "What I do care about is Zack screwing this up on us."

"He'll do his best. He's not FBI he's a scientist. Give him some credit for what he's doing right now," Brennan said.

"I'm trying, Bones, but I still feel like something's up."

"He wouldn't lie."

"People who tell half truths don't believe they're lying," Booth pointed out.

"I know Zack," Brennan argued. "He's not lying to me." Booth waved his hand dismissively, ending the conversation. They approached the edge of the cemetery and parked.

"Now what?" Brennan asked.

"We wait."

The Cemetery-Zack

Zack put on a brave face. He was terrified of Gormogon. He really was. This guy could slit his throat in seconds if he found out what Zack was doing, but he didn't care. He was doing this for his country. The man was wrong, and he needed to be stopped. Hodgins had seemed betrayed almost when he told him about what he had done with the skeleton. Angela had taken his explanation very well, as did Cam. Zack felt mixed feelings about it all. If he was doing the right thing, then how come Booth and Hodgins seemed so angry about it? He shook his head, getting the thoughts out. He didn't have time for analyzing right now. He heard the engine noise of the motorbike. He felt his heart jump. It was time.

The Cemetery-Booth & Brennan

They saw the motorbike go past. Booth recognized the same man from before when he had tried to kill them with the bomb as well as the little boy at the pool.

"Showtime," he said, getting ready.

"What do I do?"

"Stay here."

"You agreed I could come!"

"Yes, and you're here. I didn't say anything about being involved," Booth said. He loaded his shotgun loudly.

"Booth! Arrgghh!" Brennan shouted when he got out. She fumed. She was not being left out of this. She grabbed her gun from her purse and got out as well without Booth seeing her.

The Cemetery-Zack

"Are you ready for your first meal?" Gormogon asked. Zack nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He followed Gormogon over to a massive tomb-like structure. Another skeleton? he was thinking, remembering the last one his friends had found. Zack looked backwards, trying to see Booth. He saw a quick movement in the shadows. He tried to feel safe knowing that there was a whole team nearby.

"What?" Gormogon asked sharply. Zack spun around. He hadn't realized Gormogon had stopped. "Who are you looking for?"

"N-nobody," Zack stammered.

"Liar!" Gormogon shouted. He made to pull out some kind of weapon. The knife, Zack figured, but Zack didn't hang around to see. He bolted hard and fast. He could hear Gormogon chasing him. Zack threw a glance behind, and while he did this, he tripped. Zack cried out in pain as he landed hard. It was all over. He was dead. He covered his head with his arms and squeezed his eyes shut. Oddly enough, he had a thought about God and whether or not He really existed. A shot was fired, and Zack flinched hard, screaming. The pain never came. He looked up cautiously. Dr. Brennan was standing there with her gun out, looking down at Gormogon.

"Bones!" Booth shouted angrily. He came up beside her. "What did I explicitly tell you?!"

"Lucky I didn't listen!" she shouted back. "Zack would have died!"

"I was right here!" Booth argued. "He wasn't going to die!"

"Then how come I was the one who shot him?!" Brennan snapped.

"Guys!" Zack yelled. They turned to look at him. "Thank you." Then he passed out.

Please tell me what you think. I'm nervous writing Bones fanfiction. I am studying the episodes and scripts to make sure things sound right.