Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (19/?)
Title: Show Me What I’m Looking For
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,702
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen
A/N: Good news for you guys, I’m updating this fic early (Usually Saturday/Sunday), just because I just wrote four awesome chapters in two days. So, I’m feeling productive and I wanted to let you guys enjoy it too. Also, I noticed that you guys really enjoy angst by your reviews, so I think maybe I should write more angsty chapters, yes?
Also, Happy Bones day. Who is excited for tomorrow/tonight’s episode? Thank God the hiatus is over, I couldn’t take another week without Bones. Finally.
Song “Mercy” by Duffy.
I love you
But I gotta stay true
My morals got me on my knees
I'm beggin' please
Stop playin' games
I don't know what you do
but you do it well
I'm under your spell.
Now you think that I
Will be somethin' on the side
But you got to understand that I need a man who can take my hand
yes I do
You got me beggin' you for mercy
Why won't you release me
You got me beggin' you for mercy
Why won't you release me
I said you better release me (yeah)
Chapter 19
The next day, Booth stopped at the lab to see Brennan.
He walked into her office excited to see her after a lonely night. “How did your night with Angela go?”
“Fine.”
“What did you two do?” Booth asked, looking worried. He half expected to hear he had been sold to the highest bidder at an auction, or worse yet, that Angela had taken Brennan to a bar to pick up some strange men.
“We ate, watched videos, lots of girl talk, the usual.”
“That’s it? I would have thought Angela would have had some crazy plan to conquer all the men in DC for you!”
“So you think Angela’s pretty wild?”
“Isn’t she?”
“Sometimes... not last night. It was fun.”
“More fun than...?”
“It was fun... I didn’t say better.”
“So, are you ready to return to the salt mine tonight?”
“Work... work... work... it’s all you ever think about.” She teased him.
“Lucky for you,” he said confidently. She was still all his, at least for now.
“What are you fixing me for dinner?”
He shook his head and his finger at her. “You’re not going to get that out of me; I’m surprising you.”
“Well, at least I know when you surprise me, it won’t be anything terribly shocking.”
“What do you mean by that?” Booth asked, hearing what he interpreted as dissatisfaction in her tone.
“Nothing at all, really. I meant you’re more the conventional surprise type of person, nothing too crazy, or spontaneous.” She seemed to be getting deeper into the tunnel she had dug. “I mean, whatever you do, would be more on the expected side.” Brennan wondered how she always managed to put her foot in it, even when she didn’t mean to.
“So, you don’t think I’m fun or spontaneous?”
“I didn’t say that, Booth...”
“Yes you did.” He said it realizing that this could be why Brennan wasn’t interested in something deeper - maybe it was because he was too serious.
“You don’t think I can be a spur of the moment kind of guy with a surprise up his sleeve that will knock you off your feet.”
“Oh, I know you can knock me off my feet,” she teased him. “I’ve known that from day one.”
Booth ignored her revealing comment. He was too preoccupied with her criticism. “My place tonight, I’ll show you spontaneous.”
Brennan smiled a little realizing she hit a nerve. Maybe it was a good thing. It was high time the DC Booth loosened up a bit.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Brennan was about to ring the buzzer on Booth’s apartment door when the elevator opened. She turned
on reflex, surprised to see Hodgins heading straight towards her.
“Hodgins? What are you doing here?”
“Dr. B, what brings you here?”
“Uh... I think Booth took a file I needed, so I came by to get it.”
“Did you ring the bell? He might be more likely to open the door.” Hodgins eyebrows rose wondering why Brennan appeared to be so nervous.
“Right...” Brennan rang the bell thinking sadly of another night apart. “So you’re here on business too?”
“I was hoping to talk to him about something... seems like we keep missing each other at the lab. I thought maybe my best bet would be here.”
“Oh, Hodgins, I’ll just grab the file and go.”
Booth was heading for the door with a huge smile on his face. He was planning to greet Brennan in a most unconventional way; he had promised her a surprise after all.
He was wearing a chef’s hat and apron; for an extra bit of fun, he had pasted on a phony mustache too. Jared had given it to him to harass him about his cooking talent. Booth had never worn it and never intended to, but he knew Brennan wanted him to loosen up, show his lighter side more, so he was trying his best to make her happy. Unfortunately, he had decided to wear only a pair of shorts with it, which gave the illusion he wasn’t wearing anything but the apron.
“Hey, I thought you’d never get here.” Booth said opening the door. He did a double take as he saw she was not alone. He stammered in surprised embarrassment. “Uh... Hodgins... Bones?” Booth’s face matched the color of the picture on his apron. He grabbed for the chef’s hat peeling it quickly off his head, trying to look less ridiculous as if at this point that would be possible.
Hodgins’ eyes nearly popped out seeing his friend dressed this way... or, rather undressed this way.
Brennan smiled broadly, forgetting that she had anything to hide. He had really gone to a lot of trouble to surprise her! “Cute.” She said giggling a little. Maybe DC Booth was melding a little with the Berkshire Booth after all.
His apron wasn’t the ordinary, plain white style. Jared had spared no expense. Big red puckered lips emblazoned with the words: ‘Kiss the chef once, if you want to be fed, kiss him twice he’ll take you to bed!’
“Nice Apron, Booth!” Hodgins said, bursting into laughter.
Booth stared at the floor, unable to make eye contact with either of them. He shook his head realizing how much worse it would be if Sweets had been the one at the door. What were the chances of someone from the lab showing up at his place? Now, how to handle this with some shred of dignity?
“You must be expecting someone...” Brennan muttered trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I take it you’re cooking?” Hodgins asked, still unable to control his laughter.
Booth glared at him.
“I came to get the Whitson file. I think you grabbed it with the others by mistake,” Brennan rushed to provide him with a reason for her presence. Her eyes belied her serious expression.
“Booth, your mustache is uh... coming unglued...” Hodgins said with another snicker.
That wasn’t the only thing that was coming unglued, Booth thought to himself. He resigned to his evening plans unraveling as well.
“I thought you might have a minute to talk about, what we started to discuss yesterday, but I can see...” Hodgins began backing away. His laughter had brought a few tears to his eyes.
“Oh, uh this... it was a joke... Jared gave it to me.” Booth stuttered more, “I am expecting someone, and I can’t... talk, not tonight.”
“No, I can see you’re busy. I should have called, but then I would have missed this...”
“How about tomorrow at the lab... uh, say early...7am? In fact, I’ve been thinking we should all take an evening off and go out for dinner and drinks. We haven’t done that in ages.”
“That sounds like fun,” Brennan chimed in, trying to help Booth out of an awkward situation.
“Yeah... sure... all of us. Great,” Hodgins agreed.
“The file Booth,” Brennan reminded him anxious to keep up the pretense.
“Oh, yeah. It’s in the bedroom. I’ll get it.”
Brennan moved quickly, the thought of him turning around in front of Hodgins. “Why don’t I just go, then you and Hodgins could visit...” Brennan offered, stepping forward into the apartment.
“It’s okay,” he reassured her. “I’ll get it.” He didn’t want to be alone with Hodgins. Not dressed like this. Would Hodgins keep quiet about this? He did enjoy telling a good story.
He turned with what little pride he had left as he exited the room. Hodgins began laughing again, loudly.
“Quiet! He’ll hear you,” Brennan shushed him, giggling uncontrollably.
“If I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. Whoever she is, she sure has an affect on him. I’m not sure if its good, but he does have nice legs!”
“Hodgins... shame on you!” Brennan admonished, a little guilty - after all she had just had the same thought.
“Well, she better have a good sense of humor!”
“Oh I’m sure she does,” Brennan said smiling at how adorable he had looked. She was going to enjoy teasing him about this for a long time to come.
“Hodgins, I think we should respect his privacy. You know, at the lab.”
“I agree - it’s not going to be easy taking orders from him, after seeing him in that getup. Can’t we just tell Angela?”
“No! This should really be between us...”
“My lips are sealed,” Hodgins agreed, laughing again at the reminder.
Booth returned to the room holding a file; he had no idea what was in it. It could be his monthly electric bill. He had also taken the time to drop the apron and add a T-shirt. Unfortunately he had forgotten the fake facial hair, which was enough to send Hodgins into silent laughter, the tears now pouring down his cheeks.
Brennan’s eyes twinkled in mirth, but she managed to control herself.
“Here’s the file. ” He offered it to her, wondering what he could do to get Hodgins to leave. He wasn’t about to give up his plans with Brennan, not two nights in a row. No matter how ridiculous he felt.
“Bones, I have a few minutes if you need.” Booth asked hopefully.
“No, it’s okay. I can handle it.”
Hodgins cleared his throat in an effort to stop the laughter. “Don’t let us spoil your evening. I mean, I thought the apron looked great with the mustache.” He began backing away from the door. “I’m sure she’d be upset to miss the whole effect.”
“Thanks Hodgins. I’ll be sure to tell her how much you liked it.”
“Call me.” Booth said to Brennan, feeling upset their plans were quickly taking a nosedive. “I mean if you have any questions as to what’s in the file.”
“I will,” she assured him; the look they gave each other was resigned and mutually unhappy.
“Hey, I’ll walk you to your car Dr. B,” Hodgins offered protectively. “It’s getting dark.”
“Thanks,” she agreed, realizing there was no way to stay without arousing suspicion.
They both turned to leave. Booth shut the door, wondering if and when Brennan would return.
X-X-X-X-X-X
About 45 minutes later Booth was pacing. Did he scare Brennan off with that crazy idea? What had he been thinking? How long had it been since anyone from the lab had just dropped by unannounced? Why tonight, of all nights?
The sound of the door bell gave him hope as he quickly made a bee-line for the door.
Brennan stood there, and that alone brought a huge smile back into his eyes. Not only was she back, but she was wearing a black trench coat, her shapely legs were bare and her feet adorned in sexy black heels. She was also wearing a man’s hat low over her left eye and sunglasses; if he didn’t love her already, he would have fallen in love on the spot.
“Hello,” she said formally. “My name is Temperance Brennan,” she held out a phony badge. “I’m looking for a man; he’s masquerading as a chef, wearing an apron and a very large hat. He has gorgeous brown eyes and a very lopsided mustache, have you seen him anywhere? I’m the Health Inspector.”
“The Health Inspector?” He questioned, going along with the ruse. “What are you here to inspect?”
“That is maximum security information. I can only give it out on a ‘need to know’ basis. I have to do this inspection, or I’ll be forced to report him.” She was looking at him sternly, her eyes dancing.
“Really, hmm sounds serious... I would never stand in the way of the law.” He stepped back to let her in.
She walked past him, turning around with a very sexy come hither look, “It’s imperative I locate him immediately, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She untied the sash of the coat and unbuttoned each button slowly. Booth was taken completely off guard as he saw the extent of her surprise.
“Uh... we certainly can’t have you behaving irresponsibly, that wouldn’t be good. I could take a message if you want...”
“I don’t know; I really need to see him myself.”
“Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.” As her coat dropped in a heap on the floor, Booth moved eagerly toward her. They shared laughter as they fell into each other’s arms.
X-X-X-X-X-X
As they finally got to the feast he had prepared, Brennan looked up at him, smiling happily. The apron was back on, but he couldn’t bring himself to put the hat on again.
“You know Booth, if you ever get tired of being a FBI Agent, you could open up a restaurant. Of course, you would have to wear that apron every night.”
“Bones, don’t push your luck... I can’t believe Hodgins....”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on your face!” She said, giggling as she cleared the plates off the table. She was wearing his robe; it was way too big, but anything looked good on her. Maybe not as good as off of her, but good none the less.
He reached out for her, spinning her around into his arms, “That’s what I get for trying to surprise you.”
“Booth,” she smiled at him, “I loved your surprise! You do come up with some pretty good ones, you know. In fact, the last time you surprised me, it turned out...” His lips pressed into hers passionately; he picked her up into his arms as they walked towards the bedroom. Booth spied the inspector’s hat that had been discarded earlier sitting on the desk. He swept it up and added it to his ensemble. Brennan giggled happily, pulling it low over his eyes. Her arms tightened around his neck as they returned to the bedroom.
X-X-X-X-X-X
“So, was it spontaneous enough for you?” He asked her as he held her gently in his arms.
“Do you think Hodgins has managed to stop laughing yet?”
“If Hodgins breathes a word about this...”
“He won’t.”
“How do you know...”
“I think he was feeling a little sorry for you... He thinks you’ve lost your marbles...”
“Funny.”
“So, what should we do tomorrow night for fun?”
“You made plans, remember?”
Booth groaned “Oh, no... I forgot... we might as well kiss tomorrow night goodbye...”
“Oh, no! Not on your life. Booth, the only thing I want to kiss is you.” This was the closest Brennan would dare to admit her real feelings.
Booth looked into her eyes, searching.
Brennan looked down, unable to hide her emotions.
His hand cupped her chin as he pulled her face close to his. “I feel the same way. So, we’ll make it an early evening. I’ll suddenly get a headache...”
“And I’ll tell everyone how exhausted I am before we even go...”
“I like how you plan, Bones.”
“Being prepared is very important... you taught me that.”
“I told you I’d be a good teacher.”
“I wouldn’t mind another lesson...”
A/N: So, what did you think of this one? Please let me know, so review away. Another chapter this Saturday/Sunday. Thanks for reading.
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,702
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen
A/N: Good news for you guys, I’m updating this fic early (Usually Saturday/Sunday), just because I just wrote four awesome chapters in two days. So, I’m feeling productive and I wanted to let you guys enjoy it too. Also, I noticed that you guys really enjoy angst by your reviews, so I think maybe I should write more angsty chapters, yes?
Also, Happy Bones day. Who is excited for tomorrow/tonight’s episode? Thank God the hiatus is over, I couldn’t take another week without Bones. Finally.
Song “Mercy” by Duffy.
I love you
But I gotta stay true
My morals got me on my knees
I'm beggin' please
Stop playin' games
I don't know what you do
but you do it well
I'm under your spell.
Now you think that I
Will be somethin' on the side
But you got to understand that I need a man who can take my hand
yes I do
You got me beggin' you for mercy
Why won't you release me
You got me beggin' you for mercy
Why won't you release me
I said you better release me (yeah)
Chapter 19
The next day, Booth stopped at the lab to see Brennan.
He walked into her office excited to see her after a lonely night. “How did your night with Angela go?”
“Fine.”
“What did you two do?” Booth asked, looking worried. He half expected to hear he had been sold to the highest bidder at an auction, or worse yet, that Angela had taken Brennan to a bar to pick up some strange men.
“We ate, watched videos, lots of girl talk, the usual.”
“That’s it? I would have thought Angela would have had some crazy plan to conquer all the men in DC for you!”
“So you think Angela’s pretty wild?”
“Isn’t she?”
“Sometimes... not last night. It was fun.”
“More fun than...?”
“It was fun... I didn’t say better.”
“So, are you ready to return to the salt mine tonight?”
“Work... work... work... it’s all you ever think about.” She teased him.
“Lucky for you,” he said confidently. She was still all his, at least for now.
“What are you fixing me for dinner?”
He shook his head and his finger at her. “You’re not going to get that out of me; I’m surprising you.”
“Well, at least I know when you surprise me, it won’t be anything terribly shocking.”
“What do you mean by that?” Booth asked, hearing what he interpreted as dissatisfaction in her tone.
“Nothing at all, really. I meant you’re more the conventional surprise type of person, nothing too crazy, or spontaneous.” She seemed to be getting deeper into the tunnel she had dug. “I mean, whatever you do, would be more on the expected side.” Brennan wondered how she always managed to put her foot in it, even when she didn’t mean to.
“So, you don’t think I’m fun or spontaneous?”
“I didn’t say that, Booth...”
“Yes you did.” He said it realizing that this could be why Brennan wasn’t interested in something deeper - maybe it was because he was too serious.
“You don’t think I can be a spur of the moment kind of guy with a surprise up his sleeve that will knock you off your feet.”
“Oh, I know you can knock me off my feet,” she teased him. “I’ve known that from day one.”
Booth ignored her revealing comment. He was too preoccupied with her criticism. “My place tonight, I’ll show you spontaneous.”
Brennan smiled a little realizing she hit a nerve. Maybe it was a good thing. It was high time the DC Booth loosened up a bit.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Brennan was about to ring the buzzer on Booth’s apartment door when the elevator opened. She turned
on reflex, surprised to see Hodgins heading straight towards her.
“Hodgins? What are you doing here?”
“Dr. B, what brings you here?”
“Uh... I think Booth took a file I needed, so I came by to get it.”
“Did you ring the bell? He might be more likely to open the door.” Hodgins eyebrows rose wondering why Brennan appeared to be so nervous.
“Right...” Brennan rang the bell thinking sadly of another night apart. “So you’re here on business too?”
“I was hoping to talk to him about something... seems like we keep missing each other at the lab. I thought maybe my best bet would be here.”
“Oh, Hodgins, I’ll just grab the file and go.”
Booth was heading for the door with a huge smile on his face. He was planning to greet Brennan in a most unconventional way; he had promised her a surprise after all.
He was wearing a chef’s hat and apron; for an extra bit of fun, he had pasted on a phony mustache too. Jared had given it to him to harass him about his cooking talent. Booth had never worn it and never intended to, but he knew Brennan wanted him to loosen up, show his lighter side more, so he was trying his best to make her happy. Unfortunately, he had decided to wear only a pair of shorts with it, which gave the illusion he wasn’t wearing anything but the apron.
“Hey, I thought you’d never get here.” Booth said opening the door. He did a double take as he saw she was not alone. He stammered in surprised embarrassment. “Uh... Hodgins... Bones?” Booth’s face matched the color of the picture on his apron. He grabbed for the chef’s hat peeling it quickly off his head, trying to look less ridiculous as if at this point that would be possible.
Hodgins’ eyes nearly popped out seeing his friend dressed this way... or, rather undressed this way.
Brennan smiled broadly, forgetting that she had anything to hide. He had really gone to a lot of trouble to surprise her! “Cute.” She said giggling a little. Maybe DC Booth was melding a little with the Berkshire Booth after all.
His apron wasn’t the ordinary, plain white style. Jared had spared no expense. Big red puckered lips emblazoned with the words: ‘Kiss the chef once, if you want to be fed, kiss him twice he’ll take you to bed!’
“Nice Apron, Booth!” Hodgins said, bursting into laughter.
Booth stared at the floor, unable to make eye contact with either of them. He shook his head realizing how much worse it would be if Sweets had been the one at the door. What were the chances of someone from the lab showing up at his place? Now, how to handle this with some shred of dignity?
“You must be expecting someone...” Brennan muttered trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I take it you’re cooking?” Hodgins asked, still unable to control his laughter.
Booth glared at him.
“I came to get the Whitson file. I think you grabbed it with the others by mistake,” Brennan rushed to provide him with a reason for her presence. Her eyes belied her serious expression.
“Booth, your mustache is uh... coming unglued...” Hodgins said with another snicker.
That wasn’t the only thing that was coming unglued, Booth thought to himself. He resigned to his evening plans unraveling as well.
“I thought you might have a minute to talk about, what we started to discuss yesterday, but I can see...” Hodgins began backing away. His laughter had brought a few tears to his eyes.
“Oh, uh this... it was a joke... Jared gave it to me.” Booth stuttered more, “I am expecting someone, and I can’t... talk, not tonight.”
“No, I can see you’re busy. I should have called, but then I would have missed this...”
“How about tomorrow at the lab... uh, say early...7am? In fact, I’ve been thinking we should all take an evening off and go out for dinner and drinks. We haven’t done that in ages.”
“That sounds like fun,” Brennan chimed in, trying to help Booth out of an awkward situation.
“Yeah... sure... all of us. Great,” Hodgins agreed.
“The file Booth,” Brennan reminded him anxious to keep up the pretense.
“Oh, yeah. It’s in the bedroom. I’ll get it.”
Brennan moved quickly, the thought of him turning around in front of Hodgins. “Why don’t I just go, then you and Hodgins could visit...” Brennan offered, stepping forward into the apartment.
“It’s okay,” he reassured her. “I’ll get it.” He didn’t want to be alone with Hodgins. Not dressed like this. Would Hodgins keep quiet about this? He did enjoy telling a good story.
He turned with what little pride he had left as he exited the room. Hodgins began laughing again, loudly.
“Quiet! He’ll hear you,” Brennan shushed him, giggling uncontrollably.
“If I hadn’t seen this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. Whoever she is, she sure has an affect on him. I’m not sure if its good, but he does have nice legs!”
“Hodgins... shame on you!” Brennan admonished, a little guilty - after all she had just had the same thought.
“Well, she better have a good sense of humor!”
“Oh I’m sure she does,” Brennan said smiling at how adorable he had looked. She was going to enjoy teasing him about this for a long time to come.
“Hodgins, I think we should respect his privacy. You know, at the lab.”
“I agree - it’s not going to be easy taking orders from him, after seeing him in that getup. Can’t we just tell Angela?”
“No! This should really be between us...”
“My lips are sealed,” Hodgins agreed, laughing again at the reminder.
Booth returned to the room holding a file; he had no idea what was in it. It could be his monthly electric bill. He had also taken the time to drop the apron and add a T-shirt. Unfortunately he had forgotten the fake facial hair, which was enough to send Hodgins into silent laughter, the tears now pouring down his cheeks.
Brennan’s eyes twinkled in mirth, but she managed to control herself.
“Here’s the file. ” He offered it to her, wondering what he could do to get Hodgins to leave. He wasn’t about to give up his plans with Brennan, not two nights in a row. No matter how ridiculous he felt.
“Bones, I have a few minutes if you need.” Booth asked hopefully.
“No, it’s okay. I can handle it.”
Hodgins cleared his throat in an effort to stop the laughter. “Don’t let us spoil your evening. I mean, I thought the apron looked great with the mustache.” He began backing away from the door. “I’m sure she’d be upset to miss the whole effect.”
“Thanks Hodgins. I’ll be sure to tell her how much you liked it.”
“Call me.” Booth said to Brennan, feeling upset their plans were quickly taking a nosedive. “I mean if you have any questions as to what’s in the file.”
“I will,” she assured him; the look they gave each other was resigned and mutually unhappy.
“Hey, I’ll walk you to your car Dr. B,” Hodgins offered protectively. “It’s getting dark.”
“Thanks,” she agreed, realizing there was no way to stay without arousing suspicion.
They both turned to leave. Booth shut the door, wondering if and when Brennan would return.
X-X-X-X-X-X
About 45 minutes later Booth was pacing. Did he scare Brennan off with that crazy idea? What had he been thinking? How long had it been since anyone from the lab had just dropped by unannounced? Why tonight, of all nights?
The sound of the door bell gave him hope as he quickly made a bee-line for the door.
Brennan stood there, and that alone brought a huge smile back into his eyes. Not only was she back, but she was wearing a black trench coat, her shapely legs were bare and her feet adorned in sexy black heels. She was also wearing a man’s hat low over her left eye and sunglasses; if he didn’t love her already, he would have fallen in love on the spot.
“Hello,” she said formally. “My name is Temperance Brennan,” she held out a phony badge. “I’m looking for a man; he’s masquerading as a chef, wearing an apron and a very large hat. He has gorgeous brown eyes and a very lopsided mustache, have you seen him anywhere? I’m the Health Inspector.”
“The Health Inspector?” He questioned, going along with the ruse. “What are you here to inspect?”
“That is maximum security information. I can only give it out on a ‘need to know’ basis. I have to do this inspection, or I’ll be forced to report him.” She was looking at him sternly, her eyes dancing.
“Really, hmm sounds serious... I would never stand in the way of the law.” He stepped back to let her in.
She walked past him, turning around with a very sexy come hither look, “It’s imperative I locate him immediately, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She untied the sash of the coat and unbuttoned each button slowly. Booth was taken completely off guard as he saw the extent of her surprise.
“Uh... we certainly can’t have you behaving irresponsibly, that wouldn’t be good. I could take a message if you want...”
“I don’t know; I really need to see him myself.”
“Oh, you will. Trust me, you will.” As her coat dropped in a heap on the floor, Booth moved eagerly toward her. They shared laughter as they fell into each other’s arms.
X-X-X-X-X-X
As they finally got to the feast he had prepared, Brennan looked up at him, smiling happily. The apron was back on, but he couldn’t bring himself to put the hat on again.
“You know Booth, if you ever get tired of being a FBI Agent, you could open up a restaurant. Of course, you would have to wear that apron every night.”
“Bones, don’t push your luck... I can’t believe Hodgins....”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on your face!” She said, giggling as she cleared the plates off the table. She was wearing his robe; it was way too big, but anything looked good on her. Maybe not as good as off of her, but good none the less.
He reached out for her, spinning her around into his arms, “That’s what I get for trying to surprise you.”
“Booth,” she smiled at him, “I loved your surprise! You do come up with some pretty good ones, you know. In fact, the last time you surprised me, it turned out...” His lips pressed into hers passionately; he picked her up into his arms as they walked towards the bedroom. Booth spied the inspector’s hat that had been discarded earlier sitting on the desk. He swept it up and added it to his ensemble. Brennan giggled happily, pulling it low over his eyes. Her arms tightened around his neck as they returned to the bedroom.
X-X-X-X-X-X
“So, was it spontaneous enough for you?” He asked her as he held her gently in his arms.
“Do you think Hodgins has managed to stop laughing yet?”
“If Hodgins breathes a word about this...”
“He won’t.”
“How do you know...”
“I think he was feeling a little sorry for you... He thinks you’ve lost your marbles...”
“Funny.”
“So, what should we do tomorrow night for fun?”
“You made plans, remember?”
Booth groaned “Oh, no... I forgot... we might as well kiss tomorrow night goodbye...”
“Oh, no! Not on your life. Booth, the only thing I want to kiss is you.” This was the closest Brennan would dare to admit her real feelings.
Booth looked into her eyes, searching.
Brennan looked down, unable to hide her emotions.
His hand cupped her chin as he pulled her face close to his. “I feel the same way. So, we’ll make it an early evening. I’ll suddenly get a headache...”
“And I’ll tell everyone how exhausted I am before we even go...”
“I like how you plan, Bones.”
“Being prepared is very important... you taught me that.”
“I told you I’d be a good teacher.”
“I wouldn’t mind another lesson...”
A/N: So, what did you think of this one? Please let me know, so review away. Another chapter this Saturday/Sunday. Thanks for reading.