FanFic - Fight me (1/1), Booth and Brennan fic
Title: Fight me (1/1)
Author:
sarabones
Pairing: Booth&Brennan
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Maybe from S2.
Summary: The heat is there, somehow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, Booth, Brennan.. whatever! I just own the imagination for the fic ;)
It was late night. Booth was at his office in the FBI building, which was empty. This file was making him work like a mad man. The killer had already killed 4 victims and he was preparing another attack, according to the FBI profiler that helped him earlier in that day.
The silence in that floor was making the night passing by so slowly. He wanted to get out of there, go home, take a shower and rest. He got all day in front of his desk working on this serial killer's case and the main part: He got all day without seeing or talking to his Bones. What is she doing right now? Is she at home? Should I phone her? But I need to work on the case. I can't distract myself.. He thought about this all day, all time.
And Bones was in her office. Analyzing some bones through the computer, but she was already in the end. Like Booth, she got all day identifying the victims and trying to find the killer's MO used on the victims. Is he interrogating suspects without me? Maybe he's doing some research on the serial killer.. Should I phone him? No, he'll phone me as always. Rambling through the day while helping Zach on the bones analysis.. all that she did. She grabbed her coat, her bag and she left the Jeffersonian.
"Dr. Hodgins, if you find something relevant about the location--"
"--phone you, right? No problem and don't worry because till now I didn't get anything really important to tell you. Maybe you'll come back later and I still have nothing."
She smiled at him and waved a good night with confidence, the one she had on his bugs and slim.. and him.
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She was in the car, ready to go home and forget another day of work when she had the idea of visiting Booth.
She went to his house, filled with confidence and happy to know she was ending her night quite well. She knocked at the door but no one answered "C'mon Booth. Where would you be right now besides home?" Till late night..Office? Probably! What a stubborn man..
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There she was in the elevator reaching Booth's floor, literally. Alone in his office and in one entire floor? Definitely, he practically owns it.
She entered in his office and caught him looking through his computer, typing slowly like he had never typed in a computer.
"You still being a slow typer."
He looked at her with surprise, joy, butterflies in his stomach, all mixed as in a cocktail of emotions. "Hey! You're here! Wait, you're here?"
"No. It's an hallucination! I'm not here."
"Oh, Thank God. Now you're going to be naked because you aren't real, right?" he wore his evil smile, showing her that we was joking.
"Booth!"
"I was joking Bones.. Only joking" he laughed on the facial expression she made - shock.
"Well, it wasn't funny! I'm not laughing!"
"C'mon Bones, don't be mad. After a day filled with a lot of work, a joke is always good to release all the annoyance around us and to relax too."
"I don't feel any relaxation or less annoyance, for your information." She looked at him with a serious look, worrying him for a little.
"Geez! It was only a joke!"
"I'm not in the mood for jokes. What have you been doing during the day for not telling me nothing or even go to the lab?"
"I was working on the case.. like you were. And you? You are complaining and you didn't do anything to meet me as well!"
"I got all day reading bones and analyzing piece by piece and--"
"--That's sooo not an excuse"
She came closer to his desk and started to point his finger at him in a blaming and a little sad way "What? I got--what about you? The file isn't that big to be reading it all day here in the office!"
"Maybe it's because I didn't stay here all day!" Booth got up from his chair in his way to the FBI "kitchen" in order to get some coffee and to hear angry Bones more far, to chill his anger for a little "I went to some suspects house, interrogated other suspects here in the building.. that's what I did all the afternoon!"
Brennan got mad and being tired like they were, madness would be easy to reach its maximum. She walked in direction to Booth and yelled at him what he was waiting to hear..
"WHAT?! You..you interrogated them--you went out there without me??!"
"I am in a rush to get over with this case!". Anger got back into his brain "And call you, get you, whatever it had to be done, it would slow the process of catching him!"
"Booth, I'm not going to make any comments on that. I'm really pissed! You asked for a partner and today you didn't treat me as one!"
"What? What are you--you are my partner and I didn't say the otherwise.."
"You didn't but your actions showed that!"
"My actions? You're talking about my actions?"
"Yes! You're hurting me with your actions! Your rejection!"
"You shouldn't point rejection as a word that I usually use on you!"
The tension was overloading the room, the coffee was already done, silent corridor but noisy room. The walls were the only ones who heard every letter, every word and felt every single affection related to their chemistry.
"Maybe I shouldn't but for today I will!!"
"Oh yeah? Hear this: I wasn't the one who left you here in Washington DC and went sailing to the Caribbean searching for a life without meaning!"
It happened. He never thought that it could happen one day, but it did. She slapped him right on his face, with all the anger between her fingers and all the strength exploding out from her hand. He smiled at her like he won the war, but no. He was smiling because he knew she didn't leave Washington or America or the squints because of something more... And she slapped him because she knew he was right.
She was about to slap him again but he hold her wrist, then she raised the other hand and he grabbed her by both wrists and they stared at each other like they were in somewhere beyond reality and everything surrounding them was all created by their minds. He pushed her against the wall and they were still staring, analyzing each others mouths where supposedly they wanted to rest.
They kissed passionately, transfusing their frustrations through the kiss. Transfusing all the frustration and fatigue through their hands that were traveling through their bodies.
The heat was there. The tension was there. The passion was there. And her phone was there, mainly when it rang.
"Your.. er.. your phone" - he licked his lips and wished that the phone never rang.
"It's.. Hodgins. He found something on the location of the insects. I should.. er.. leave and--"
"--yeah! I understand. I can go with you if you want.. I'm sorry."
"Sure. Wait, sorry for what?"
"For what I mentioned.. you know the S--"
"--yes I know. I'm sorry too. Your face is red.. I was a little rough with the slapping thing"
"No problem, Bones. We are together in this, we get through all together" he smiled at her knowing that she would respond him in the same way. And she did.
While arriving to the SUV, Booth looked at Brennan with a serious look "You know what? We should argue more often."
"Booth..." He smirked and thanks to that, she gain the will to struggle with him, with herself but she didn't know why she couldn't gain the will to struggle with her heart. The only thing that answered that issue came through her lips "Maybe we should, maybe we should."
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A/N: Is it good? Is it bad? Tell me what you think. If there's something bad, any critic, just say so to get better. Thanks for reading!
Author:
sarabones
Pairing: Booth&Brennan
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Maybe from S2.
Summary: The heat is there, somehow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, Booth, Brennan.. whatever! I just own the imagination for the fic ;)
It was late night. Booth was at his office in the FBI building, which was empty. This file was making him work like a mad man. The killer had already killed 4 victims and he was preparing another attack, according to the FBI profiler that helped him earlier in that day.
The silence in that floor was making the night passing by so slowly. He wanted to get out of there, go home, take a shower and rest. He got all day in front of his desk working on this serial killer's case and the main part: He got all day without seeing or talking to his Bones. What is she doing right now? Is she at home? Should I phone her? But I need to work on the case. I can't distract myself.. He thought about this all day, all time.
And Bones was in her office. Analyzing some bones through the computer, but she was already in the end. Like Booth, she got all day identifying the victims and trying to find the killer's MO used on the victims. Is he interrogating suspects without me? Maybe he's doing some research on the serial killer.. Should I phone him? No, he'll phone me as always. Rambling through the day while helping Zach on the bones analysis.. all that she did. She grabbed her coat, her bag and she left the Jeffersonian.
"Dr. Hodgins, if you find something relevant about the location--"
"--phone you, right? No problem and don't worry because till now I didn't get anything really important to tell you. Maybe you'll come back later and I still have nothing."
She smiled at him and waved a good night with confidence, the one she had on his bugs and slim.. and him.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
She was in the car, ready to go home and forget another day of work when she had the idea of visiting Booth.
She went to his house, filled with confidence and happy to know she was ending her night quite well. She knocked at the door but no one answered "C'mon Booth. Where would you be right now besides home?" Till late night..Office? Probably! What a stubborn man..
______________________________________________________________________________________________________
There she was in the elevator reaching Booth's floor, literally. Alone in his office and in one entire floor? Definitely, he practically owns it.
She entered in his office and caught him looking through his computer, typing slowly like he had never typed in a computer.
"You still being a slow typer."
He looked at her with surprise, joy, butterflies in his stomach, all mixed as in a cocktail of emotions. "Hey! You're here! Wait, you're here?"
"No. It's an hallucination! I'm not here."
"Oh, Thank God. Now you're going to be naked because you aren't real, right?" he wore his evil smile, showing her that we was joking.
"Booth!"
"I was joking Bones.. Only joking" he laughed on the facial expression she made - shock.
"Well, it wasn't funny! I'm not laughing!"
"C'mon Bones, don't be mad. After a day filled with a lot of work, a joke is always good to release all the annoyance around us and to relax too."
"I don't feel any relaxation or less annoyance, for your information." She looked at him with a serious look, worrying him for a little.
"Geez! It was only a joke!"
"I'm not in the mood for jokes. What have you been doing during the day for not telling me nothing or even go to the lab?"
"I was working on the case.. like you were. And you? You are complaining and you didn't do anything to meet me as well!"
"I got all day reading bones and analyzing piece by piece and--"
"--That's sooo not an excuse"
She came closer to his desk and started to point his finger at him in a blaming and a little sad way "What? I got--what about you? The file isn't that big to be reading it all day here in the office!"
"Maybe it's because I didn't stay here all day!" Booth got up from his chair in his way to the FBI "kitchen" in order to get some coffee and to hear angry Bones more far, to chill his anger for a little "I went to some suspects house, interrogated other suspects here in the building.. that's what I did all the afternoon!"
Brennan got mad and being tired like they were, madness would be easy to reach its maximum. She walked in direction to Booth and yelled at him what he was waiting to hear..
"WHAT?! You..you interrogated them--you went out there without me??!"
"I am in a rush to get over with this case!". Anger got back into his brain "And call you, get you, whatever it had to be done, it would slow the process of catching him!"
"Booth, I'm not going to make any comments on that. I'm really pissed! You asked for a partner and today you didn't treat me as one!"
"What? What are you--you are my partner and I didn't say the otherwise.."
"You didn't but your actions showed that!"
"My actions? You're talking about my actions?"
"Yes! You're hurting me with your actions! Your rejection!"
"You shouldn't point rejection as a word that I usually use on you!"
The tension was overloading the room, the coffee was already done, silent corridor but noisy room. The walls were the only ones who heard every letter, every word and felt every single affection related to their chemistry.
"Maybe I shouldn't but for today I will!!"
"Oh yeah? Hear this: I wasn't the one who left you here in Washington DC and went sailing to the Caribbean searching for a life without meaning!"
It happened. He never thought that it could happen one day, but it did. She slapped him right on his face, with all the anger between her fingers and all the strength exploding out from her hand. He smiled at her like he won the war, but no. He was smiling because he knew she didn't leave Washington or America or the squints because of something more... And she slapped him because she knew he was right.
She was about to slap him again but he hold her wrist, then she raised the other hand and he grabbed her by both wrists and they stared at each other like they were in somewhere beyond reality and everything surrounding them was all created by their minds. He pushed her against the wall and they were still staring, analyzing each others mouths where supposedly they wanted to rest.
They kissed passionately, transfusing their frustrations through the kiss. Transfusing all the frustration and fatigue through their hands that were traveling through their bodies.
The heat was there. The tension was there. The passion was there. And her phone was there, mainly when it rang.
"Your.. er.. your phone" - he licked his lips and wished that the phone never rang.
"It's.. Hodgins. He found something on the location of the insects. I should.. er.. leave and--"
"--yeah! I understand. I can go with you if you want.. I'm sorry."
"Sure. Wait, sorry for what?"
"For what I mentioned.. you know the S--"
"--yes I know. I'm sorry too. Your face is red.. I was a little rough with the slapping thing"
"No problem, Bones. We are together in this, we get through all together" he smiled at her knowing that she would respond him in the same way. And she did.
While arriving to the SUV, Booth looked at Brennan with a serious look "You know what? We should argue more often."
"Booth..." He smirked and thanks to that, she gain the will to struggle with him, with herself but she didn't know why she couldn't gain the will to struggle with her heart. The only thing that answered that issue came through her lips "Maybe we should, maybe we should."
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A/N: Is it good? Is it bad? Tell me what you think. If there's something bad, any critic, just say so to get better. Thanks for reading!