Whispers on a Kiss

Agent Harris sighed and scanned the perimeter again. Sometimes witness protection can be a little dull, but considering the woman is willing to risk her life to give critical information in a huge case he was willing to feel bored to keep her safe. Agent Harris, Jackson, Robinson, and the new guy, Agent Summers, were all assigned to protect this woman.

It might seem a little excessive, but considering how many people would want her dead it’s a necessary annoyance. They’re with her almost 24/7, or at least somewhere in the house, and they haven’t had one complaint. The woman has a family and she obviously misses them, but she was the one who came to the FBI, so she understood that it was safer this way.

They had moved her to a secure location, out of the public eye in a country region. While driving to this location would take several hours, a helicopter could get here in only a few. Guards were also posted along the road and could give them instant notification if anyone approaches the house. His only concern is the new guy.

Summers is ex Special Forces who was part of a failed mission that resulted in the deaths of an entire village in Iraq. The mission changed him and he became unable to work in the field, so they let him go. Two years later he joined the FBI and has been confined to his desk ever since. However, a call from his superior had suggested that Summers’ skills might be useful for this job and they brought him along.

He’s incredibly intelligent, a crack shot, and his field performance was nothing short of spectacular, but he was also quiet and unwilling to connect with anyone. There is probably a reason for that, but Harris was determined not to butt in. Everyone has their demons afterall.

Harris turned back toward the house and nearly walked into Summers.

“Sorry about that, Sir,” He apologized, “I came to give you a status report but you seemed to be deep in thought and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“How the hell did he sneak up on me?” Harris wondered silently and replied, “That’s alright. Everything is clear?” Summers responded with a nod. “Good, let’s head back to the house and we’ll start our rounds again in one hour.”

Summers responded with another nod and fell in step behind Harris as they started back toward the house. It was getting dark, with the sun setting just over the horizon, slowly blanketing the ground in darkness. They weren’t far from the house, only about 50 yards. He wasn’t certain why he didn’t feel it until the last moment, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and following his instincts, he quickly unholstered his gun and spun around.

A figure clothed completely in black leaped forward and before he could fire one hand reached out and grabbed the gum, and with a click the ammo clip slid out of the gun and was instantly caught with the figures other hand. Quick as lightning, the figure pushed forward and threw Harris on his back. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harris couldn’t believe that someone could so easily sneak up and disarm him, and he used the momentum to roll back on his feet.

He was about to yell out a warning to the house when the figure raised Summers’ handgun and put a bullet through his head.

Aydrian smiled under the black hood and looked back to the unconscious body of Summers behind him. He then walked over to the Harris’ corpse and a form seconds and clicks later completely disassembled the gun, tossing them aside.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” Aydrian laughed slightly and started for the house.

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Bones drove her car right up to Booth’s apartment and with a sigh she turned of her car, walked up to the door, and unlocked it.

“Booth?” She called out and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She’s always liked his place, it’s cozy and relaxing. Not that she’s been there often, but sometimes he invites her over for a meal or a drink when they’re not going to the cafe. You can definitely tell a lot about a person by how they keep their residence, and while Booth is definitely a man, he’s clean as well. She coudn’t figure out why she enjoys that.

Booth entered the room and tore her away from her thoughts.

“Hey, Bones!” One of those infectious smiles spread across his face and she smiled back. “Did you miss me?” He spread his arms as if to say *Look who is back* and her eyes looked curiously at a small packed he’s holding in his right hand.

“Of course I missed you,” She replied, her eyes still curiously looking at the package, “You’re my partner afterall.”

Booth moved his right hand and looked thoroughly amused when her eyes followed the box in his hand. “Sometimes, you’re just a little too cuirious bones.” She glared at him but he could easily tell there was no malice behind the look. “Oh well, this is for you anyway.”

“For me?” She raised her eyes curiously to his, and if she wasn’t wondering what was in the box she might have wondered why they were looking at her so intensely. “You already gave me a present, Booth, and you really shouldn’t have got me another one. I loved the tree.”

“It’s not a present, it’s a gift.” Booth replied and handed it to her, “Just between us friends.”

The package felt light in her hands and she smiled at him, “A present is a gift, dumby.” Booth rolled his eyes and replied, “Just open up the package.” Despite his annoyance at her once again proving her superior intelligence, the briliant smile on her beautiful face made him feel just the opposite of annoyed.

She sat down on his couch, with Booth joining her a few moments later, and opened the package. Inside she found some bundled up pictures. She pulled one out and she recognized them immediately, it was a picture of the bones she didn’t get to see when she stayed home for Christmas. She hurriedly picked up one photo after another, all of them showing everything she might have seen had she gone.

Booth watched her face light up, and knew then it was absolutely worth the favor he had to call in to get them. Seeing Bones smile is definitely something he could get used to.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, “Booth! How did you get these?” Her eyes fell back to the photos, not even waiting for an answer.

“I’m an agent for the FBI, Bones, I have a lot of people who owe me favors. I knew how disappointed you were so I called one in and had them take photos of everything.” He smiled again, “I had to tell them it was for official FBI business, but it was worth it.”

Booth was so concentrated on the photos that he wasn’t sure she even heard him, but when she looked back up at him and her eyes locked on his, he knew she was very appreciative. “Thank you, Booth.” She said just above a whisper, as if she was trying to think of something better to say but didn’t have the proper words to express her thanks.

She planned to hug him right then, but something odd occurred. Her eyes seemed locked directly on his, and despite all her efforts she couldn’t pull them away. Booth wasn’t making anything easier, having the same predicament. Their previous mind numbing kiss from weeks previous replayed in his mind in dolby digital.

How does one handle such an intense situation? Do you really have a choice in what you do next? You can always just tell yourself no, but your mind, heart, and body don’t usually give a damn about common sense or reason when it comes to these things. They both know that would use that excuse later, just as they both leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

Their bodies warred with themselves, and their lips just touched, a feather-like feeling across that barely appeased the electricity flowing between them. Booth wanted to give her the opportunity to back away, just in case she started to have doubts, and Bones wanted to give Booth enough time to say no. When niether of them offered the slightest protest, she smashed her lips to his and kissed him.

Before their first kiss, Booth never would have thought she was an aggressive kisser, but as evidence indicated last time, she likes to kiss passionately, not slowly. His mind filed that little bit of information in the “Myster of Temperance” file and responded to the kiss just as passionately.

So many feelings warred within Brennan. Electricity surged between their lips, fire burned in her blood, and cold spread across her skin, the ladder of which making her push closer to him, seeking the warmth of his body. The small part of her brain that told her to stop was getting a first-class beatdown by the very simple feelings of “Kissing+Booth=Good” and every inch of her fought to keep that equation the same.

Booth’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her to him, finally tearing a gasp from deep inside of her mind his entire body warm to the touch of her body. Few things in the world can actually match the pleasure of kissing this woman, and those things only happened in bad porno videos and magazines. Even then he would still prefer Brennan over any other pleasures.

Her felt her breasts even through their clothing, and as she pressed flush to his chest, the arousal that shot through both of their bodies ironically enough gave them some sense of reason back. In a stark contrast to how it had begun, they stopped kissing immediately, although pulling their lips away from each other was easily the most difficult thing they’d ever done.

Bones closed her eyes and tried to center herself, while Booth finally remembered that he needed oxygen to survive and gasped in some fresh air to cool the fire in his lungs. Bones opened her eyes and they looked at each other again, niether one really knowing what to say. Thank God his phone rang and spared them the trouble.

He flipped open his phone, “This is Booth.” Bones stood up and looked like she would pace, “Ok, where is this located? Ok, we’ll be there in thirty minutes.” He turned his phone off and looked up at Booth, who finally seemed to be in control of herself. “Looks like I have another present for you.”

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Aydrian sat back and watched the fire for a few moments. Everyone inside is dead, including the target, and to make it a little harder for him to be found out he set the place on fire. Despite the odd urge to roast some marshmallows, he opened the trunk of his car and pulled out four tires that match the ones used on the vehicles that used to belong to the agents.

He’d learned a very long time ago that patience is the key to everything he does, so he carefully takes the time to replace the tires and throw the old ones in the trunk of the car. Moments later he threw the still living summers in the trunk also. It’s a tight fit, but he really doesn’t care.

Not long later, just before dawn, he drove away from the house.

~Author's Note~
Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry for the delay, I was just lazy. I'm thinking about switching to the first person in the next chapter since I write a lot better that way. This story has changed about a dozen times by now, I'm not even sure how it will end. I promise naughty stuff will happen soon. I hope you enjoyed it! Please rate and review. :)