Title: Awakening

Summery: Doctor Temperance Brennan awoke with a splitting headache. And an arm around her.

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Doctor Temperance Brennan awoke with a splitting headache. The light pouring into the window pricked at her eyes. Pressing the heels of her hands over them, she cursed Angela for making her go with the rest of the team for drinks the night before, cursed herself for allowing herself to be convinced to going along . They had just closed a particularly difficult case involving a five-year-old girl. She had been same age as Booth's son Parker.

Groaning, Tempe rolled over to bury her face in the pillow. But as she did so, she felt her arm brush against something. Skin on skin. The feeling made her bolt upright in bed, her head temporarily forgotten.

Her eyes nearly bulged when she saw someone sprawled out beside her. He lay on his side, one arm stuffed under his pillow, the other flung out. His broad, muscular shoulders and chest were bare, and a blanket skimmed him to his waist. She recognized him immediately.

"What," Tempe gasped. What had she done? What had they done? She scrubbed her hands over her face, and then her eye caught the glint from something on her left hand. "What," She murmured again, studying the ring that circled the ring finger on her left hand.

She searched her mind for any recollection from the night before but everything was hazy; both her heart and her head were pounding. Desperate, she looked at herself, finding that she was clothed in only an oversized Federal Bureau of Investigation t-shirt, falling to mid-thigh. It wasn't hers. It was something that would most likely fit him. Her breathing was rapid, her heart racing as she looked around the room; finding herself in unfamiliar but recognizable territory. The room was decorated in rich earthy tones and dark, masculine colors, with navy blue walls and dark wood trim.

She was working herself into a frenzy.

By now he was beginning to stir. He rolled over, bleary eyed and looked up at her. Something clicked in his mind as he sprung upright, his eyes huge.

"Bones?" He gaped.

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