Part of this was written as the next chapter of Extreme measures but it just didn't feel right and Musie has been bugging me with this idea for days so I put the two together and came up with a two or three shot. Hope you enjoy and I am working on the next part of Extreme Measures and will have it up asap. Thanks, T.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth briefly closed his eyes, took deep breath and wondered what the hell he was doing crawling around on the floor of the Jeffersonian Institute in a freaking tuxedo, under and around glass cases filled with mummies, no less.

"Is that it, Booth?" asked Dr. Temperence Brennan, forensic anthropologist, his partner and the woman responsible for the existence of this particular exhibit. Oh, yeah, that's why he was doing this.

His partner of more than five years had invited him to accompany her to the party given in her honor by the Egyptian government for her work with Prince Anok. She had disproven the long held theory that Prince Anok had murdered his own brother because he wanted to be the next pharaoh. She and her team had also discovered that the boy with the bleeding heart had had a priceless ruby ripped from his chest and another employee of the Jeffersonian had been killed in the process. Because of these clues they had found the murderer, which is what they did, and the ruby had been returned to the Egyptians, hence the party.

Booth gritted his teeth as Brennan leaned so far forward that her front was lightly rubbing against his back and shined the flashlight in her hand under a glass case holding the mummy of Prince Anok. Her free hand clutched his shoulder tightly for balance and her breath puffed across the back of his neck sending shivers down his spine.

"I don't see it, Bones," he finally unclenched his teeth enough to answer her.

"Are you sure?" She gasped, leaning in closer, practically lying across his back to peer under the glass case herself. Booth felt sweat break out across his forehead and upper lip but managed to hold back a groan at the feel of those lush breasts flattened against his back.

"I'm sorry, Bones, but I don't think it's here," he told her gently, knowing that the bracelet they were searching for had great sentimental value for her because it had belonged to her mother.

"It has to be here, Booth," she insisted as her chin came down to rest on his shoulder and her head turned toward him, her words going directly into his ear and he instinctively turned his head to look at her. Mistake, screamed his inner voice instantly. Her lips were only inches from his and he wanted, for the second time that night, to kiss her so badly that his entire body quivered with the effort to hold back. "This is the only place we haven't looked," she continued plaintively and he finally found the strength to drag his eyes away from her delectable mouth and meet hers. And instantly knew at the pleading look in those beautiful blue eyes that he would be searching for her freaking bracelet until he found it or until the world ended, whichever came first because there was no way he was going to let this woman down.

"Okay, we'll keep looking," he sighed, knowing he was a wuss when it came to denying his partner anything but not really caring.

"Thank you, Booth," she whispered, leaning her forehead against his and slipping her arm around his neck to give him an awkward hug.

"You're welcome, Bones," he whispered back. Do not kiss her was repeating inside his head like a mantra as her lips came so close to his that he could have made contact simply by pursing his lips. God, he want to do that so badly he could taste it but he wouldn't allow himself to take advantage of her like that because she didn't feel that way about him. She simply didn't love him like he loved her. He had to get her away from him before he lost what little will power he had left, said to hell with it and dragged her down onto the floor or pushed her up against a wall and made wild, passionate love to her. Hell, he didn't really care where it happened, he just wanted it to happen with every fiber of his being. Finding it almost impossible to break eye contact, he finally managed to murmur, "Um, Bones, if you could move, I'll get up and we can look somewhere else."

"What? Oh, of course," she managed huskily, seeming to have some problems of her own breaking eye contact. Appearing to realize for the first time that she was sprawled all over him, Brennan's eyes widened and she scrambled to her feet but Booth didn't miss the delicate blush that stained her cheeks or the soft gasp that escaped her lips as her breasts dragged over his back as she stood. Interesting, thought Booth with an inner smile.

"Okay, where do you…oomph," Booth came to his knees and turned only to find his face buried in Brennan's cleavage because she was still standing so close. He didn't know what he had done for God to be punishing him like this but that was the only explanation for the torment his partner had been putting him through lately and this was just more than he could take. His eyes closed and he rested his head against her chest because he just could not force himself to move away from somewhere he had dreamed about being for so very long. His hands came to her hips without his permission and he instinctively pulled her even closer. He wasn't even aware of the moan that escaped his lips, but Brennan certainly was.

"Booth, are you okay?" she asked quickly, trying to keep her voice steady as his head turned slightly and his nose nuzzled against her left breast, fighting back a moan as the action caused her already aroused body to react. She had been fighting the urge to jump him for longer than she could remember but it had become almost overpowering earlier tonight when he had almost kissed her and the intimate situation they were in right now certainly wasn't helping matters any.

Was she freaking kidding him? Booth wondered. No, he wasn't okay, he was just about as far from okay as it was possible to get. But he could hardly tell her that he was in severe pain from the hard on she was giving him and that it was taking every ounce of restraint he possessed to keep from ripping her clothes off and taking her where they stood now could he? Not if he wanted to live, he couldn't, he decided drolly but he still couldn't find the willpower to lift his head either, he nuzzled against her breast a little harder and breathed deeply, inhaling the arousing scent of warm vanilla and woman that he always associated with his partner. He made an arousing little sound in the back of his throat and his tongue was inching out to taste her unbelievably soft skin when her hands buried themselves in his hair and she pulled his head back. Booth wanted to whimper in protest but all he could do was try to pull himself together and keep his partner from seeing how crazy he was about her in his eyes. He wasn't sure how successful he was when her eyes narrowed and she searched his face for long seconds before speaking.

"Did you hurt your back, Booth?" she demanded, her eyes darker than he had ever seen them before and her voice trembling but Booth was so consumed by his own lust that he didn't recognize the waves of it rolling off of his partner. When he didn't immediately answer the question, concern for his welfare overrode everything else. "You were moaning," she muttered, bending to run her hands over his back and burying his face in her cleavage once again.

"I didn't hurt my back, Bones," he exclaimed, somewhat desperately, his voice muffled by his position. He had to get her hands off of him and his face away from her magnificent breasts pronto or he was going to lose what little cool he had left. Brennan straightened and he managed to tilt his head back to meet her suspicious eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Bones, I'm sure I didn't hurt my back," he assured her solemnly but he desperately wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"Okay," she acceded with a sigh, not even realizing that her fingers were feathering through his hair again. Booth couldn't focus on anything else, the feel of those fingers softly running through his hair stroking his desire in a way that the most seductive come on from another woman could no longer do. He didn't want anyone else, only the woman standing before him and if he didn't get them back on solid ground quickly, he was going to wind up having her tonight despite his knowledge that she wasn't ready for a relationship like he wanted. He was starting to get the distinct impression that she wouldn't put up much of a fight and that certainly wasn't helping his control. They had to find that damned bracelet and get the hell out of here.

"It would help if we had a little more light in here," he said, forcing himself to his feet and reluctantly removing his hands from her hips. He couldn't force himself to step away from her or break their eye contact.

"I know but we've already searched for the light switches without success," she said softly, stepping closer just as she had done earlier when he had almost kissed her, her eyes telling him that she wanted him to do just that. Booth couldn't breathe as she took another step and her hands reached out to touch his chest. He was in very big trouble and he knew it. "Ouch," she exclaimed looking down and grimacing just as his hands reached for her, his last shred of control gone.

"What?" He demanded, concern for her personal welfare overriding his lust. Without answering, she bent and picked something up off the floor. Raising back up, she held her hand out so he could see the bracelet resting in the palm of her hand.

"We found it," she exclaimed, a smile that was equal parts relief and delight lighting up her face. "Thank you, Booth," she exuberantly threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

His arms closed tightly around her and crushed her against his chest. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it ran through his mind as his eyes fell on her smiling lips and the overwhelming need to kiss her overtook him. Fighting his baser urges with everything he had, he might even have won if she hadn't chosen just that moment to reach up and touch his lips with hers.

"Thank you for helping me find my mother's bracelet," she whispered as her lips feathered over his, tired of trying to hide how she felt and showing her gratitude in the way she had wanted to for so very long.

Booth held his breath and closed his eyes, accepting the gentle kiss but knowing that if he participated at all it wouldn't stay that way for long. He had to remember that she was only kissing him out of gratitude. Then the tip of her tongue began to trace his lower lip and he'd had enough. More than enough, really. This woman had been his most erotic fantasy for years. She had him panting after her on a daily basis and she never even noticed. Well, she was damn sure going to notice when he was finished with her tonight. With a growl, his hand worked into her hair and held her head still as his mouth opened over hers and he got his first real taste of his Bones, the kind of taste he had barely refrained from taking what she had kissed him under the mistletoe for Caroline Julian's benefit. He was done with pretending and holding back, tonight he was going to show her how he felt about her in no uncertain terms.