Title: There is a line and we can't cross it

Author: writingherhope/ writingforthemoney

Pairing: B/B

Rating: T

Summary: It started with a decomposed body as most of their stories do. It started when he walked in, not of his own will, looking for the 'cold fish' his colleagues had warned him about. It started when she looked him over not quite sure what her opinion of him was yet. It started in numerous ways, in numerous places, but either way you say that it started, it…them…they started here; one way, one place.

Disclaimer: I do not own BONES, Brennan, Booth or anything other than the random agent mentioned here.

Spoiler Alert: Nothing really, but there is a mention from one of the promos about the 100th—and well it's about part of their first meeting, and well just read it….

A/N: Well this is the story I wrote at 3 in the morning in my head and I've tried to get it like it was in my head...but I don't know. So far it's just a one-shot...but I had more in my head, hopefully I can remember the rest of it and add a second part! Hope you all enjoy!

It started with a decomposed body as most of their stories do. It started when he walked in, not of his own will, looking for the 'cold fish' his colleagues had warned him about. It started when she looked him over not quite sure what her opinion of him was yet. It started in numerous ways, in numerous places, but either way you say that it started, it…them…they started here; one way, one place.

An argument.

The firing range.

He went there to let off steam, and after the past few weeks that he's had with that woman he had a lot to let off. Why did she have to be so stubborn? So irritating…so, so…so damn hot; his finger pulled the trigger: hitting the target in the shoulder. "Damn!"

"I thought you would be a better shot." Her voice rang out through the range causing him to turn around.

Giving her his patented Booth smile (yet to be named 'the charm smile') he spoke roughly, "Yeah, well I am, see those other holes up there?" Gesturing his hand with the rhetorical question, "There mine as well."

Her eyes raised, "Oh." Walking towards him, "Then why the last shot? You really should try to focus more."

Booth opened his mouth to speak but then thought better of it, what would he say, 'I was thinking about how I want nothing more than to push you up against the nearest surface and ….'? (A short six years later he'd come to find out that this was phallic rage) "Did you need something Brennan?"

"Doctor." She corrected, "And I was told that you might be here. An agent informed Zack that he would have the paperwork for me to sign, but that agent sent me to you."

Booth's eyes narrowed, "Yeah. I have the paperwork." He sat his gun on the counter, "Maybe you can answer something for me?"

"Of course, I can answer anything." She spoke innocently.

His fist clenched, "That. That right there. What makes you think that you know everything? What makes you think that you are better than me?"

Brennan took notice of his fists and anger, but answered as honestly and bluntly as always, "Because I have a very high IQ and I am better than you in certain areas."

"No. No you aren't. All men are created equal." (A conversation that later in life would be cause for a déjà vu moment).

She laughed, while gathering his point she couldn't resist goading him, "I thought you had noticed by now that I am most certainly not a male." Her head cocked to the side, with a slight smile on her face. (She knew that this wasn't like her, but something about this man…made her want to push him into the nearest surface and show him just how much she knew.)

Booth closed his eyes to keep them from roaming over the fantastic parts of her that he had noticed made her nothing but female. "You are …" he groaned, "You are a woman, yes I've noticed. You are such a…know-it-all!"

Brennan stepped closer to him, and he stepped back involuntarily. "Why were you so resistant of the facts that I gave you about this case?"

"Because you were looking at the bones of the guy!" Step back.

Step forward, "That's what I do. What I was trained to do, just like you with the gun." Step forward.

Two steps back. Wall. Trapped. Trapped by the most tempting woman he'd ever met, and he was highly questioning if he had the balls to do anything about it (and would be for the upcoming years).

However she…she was something else. There was a fire in her eyes that he hadn't seen before, but as she got closer the slow fire turned into a raging forest fire. Her tongue reached out to lick her lips as her fingertips just barely touched his bicep. He swallowed hard, "I don't care how much you are trained, it was and is still very hard to believe that you can tell the things you can by just staring at some bones."

"I do more than stare. I analyze," her eyes take in the way his eyes have dilated, "I touch," the fingertips on his bicep moved to be replaced by her full palm, "I run tests, see what actions will cause a reaction," her hand softly ran down his arm to his wrist and then her fingertips ran back up to the start, noticing the goose bumps her touch caused his skin, even through his shirt. "And I find answers."

With her final word Brennan's hand moved to his neck, while raising her body towards his and kissed his mouth hard. (She didn't believe in fate after all, and she could gather that he did, she did not want him to misinterpret her lust for love.) He's lips responded soon enough but as they kissed they spoke roughly to each other. He first, "After analyzing," he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, "touching," his hand reached her hair, tangling in it, "testing," his tongue swept across her lip, plunging past it finding hers ready for a fight, "what answers," he groaned as her other hand reached his waistline, "have you found?" finally finishing his question and initial exploration of her mouth.

Brennan chuckled devilishly, "That you, Seeley," hand touching his belt buckle, her tongue running across the seam of his top teeth and roof of mouth causing him to moan, "are extremely," pulling back slightly, "attracted to me." This struck him, his jaw cocked to the side and his eyes opened, "I am good at what I do."

He didn't answer, only let his tongue leave her mouth and the hand in her hair to pull her head back roughly exposing her neck and placed wet kisses up her jaw line to her ear, circling the shell he found there, Booth spoke hoarsely, "No one is as good as you think you are." His grip on her hair softening.

(She would never admit just how turned on by his roughness was, ever.) She smirked confidently as his lips came back to hers but only allowed them a whisper of a touch. As she answered the challenge, the movement of her lips tickled erotically against his, "Oh, but I am," her hand which had rested comfortably and safely on his buckle moved to cup his painfully hard erection.

"Agent Booth," Neither of them heard the door to the firing range open over the rush of lust and adrenaline, but they both heard the unwelcomed visitor looking for the man pushed up against the wall of his section. "You in here?"

Brennan squeezed him, winking as she pulled back, "Zack will be told not to answer your calls again." And the jean clad ass walked haughtily toward the door, leaving Special Agent Seeley Booth gripping the gun counter with one hand while trying to hide his erection with the other. She smiled at the agent waiting for Booth on her way out knowing that she had just turned the cocky man who had walked into her office a few weeks ago tall, strong and hot into a lifeless pile of flesh covered bones and a very different yet all the same kind of hot.