Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (21/?)
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: 2,462
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty
A/N: I’m glad you guys liked the last chapter, especially Francesca and Bryan. I wasn’t going to post this today, but Gina (BrennanBooth) made me. So, I guess you guys should thank her.
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day, yeah
and I'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
and plenty of visions I mind
and I'm gonna drive to the ocean, go skinny dipping
blow kisses to Venus and Mars
so much for love, I guess I've been wrong
but it's all right cause I'm moving on
I'm gonna drive over hills, over mountains, and canyons
and boys that keep bringing me down
I'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine,
drink good wine in vineyards and get asked to dance
I'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by, never ever ever again
Chapter 21
Brennan was at home, walking around her apartment and talking to herself. “He isn’t coming. Why would he come here when he has that little French maid at his beck and call?”
She decided it was silly to torture herself one more minute. “I’m going to take a shower, maybe then I can start thinking clearly. There is no chance he’d come here tonight, and if he did now...” She wasn’t sure what she would do.
Booth let himself into her apartment, pocketing his key. He looked around the living room searching for signs that no one extra was around. Bryan’s attentions had disturbed him more than he realized. He walked into the kitchen finding it empty as well. He entered the bedroom, no sign of anyone there either. He heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
He stood in the doorway, a smile played on his face. He tiptoed into the bathroom. Brennan was just adding soap to her wet head as she sensed someone behind her. She began to turn when she felt his arms encircle her waist.
“It’s just me... don’t be afraid.”
He turned her towards the wall, her back to him. The familiar fingers began to massage her head gently, working up a lather of much more than shampoo. He whispered to her to hold still as she tried again to turn around. The relief that flooded her left her legs shaky. Her tears mixed with the suds twirling down the drain.
He rinsed her hair using the sprayer, tickling her a little on the back of the neck with the stream of water. She laughed helplessly, trying to get him to stop. He made sure all the suds were gone.
Booth took a towel from the counter, and he turned her gently in his arms. His eyes discerned the tears still present on her face. He wondered what had caused them. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he could see he had.
He wrapped the towel around her head, bending towards her for a long awaited kiss.
Brennan stepped away suddenly, knowing she could not continue without talking first. She removed the towel, her hair still dripping wet. Her eyes were accusing.
“Bones, what’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t sure you would be coming here tonight.”
“Why not? We planned...”
“Things didn’t exactly go the way we planned tonight, Booth.”
“No, true. I wasn’t sure you’d want me to come either.”
“Why?”
“Bryan... you two seemed to hit it off pretty well.”
“He’s very nice... ”
“Hmm... so, you liked him.”
“Yes... no... he’s not really my type...”
“He isn’t?”
“What about you and Madame Defarge? It seems she’s already been your type.”
“Are you jealous?” He asked, hoping.
“Certainly not... if you find her attractive... and she is....”
“Bones, nothing happened, nothing’s ever happened... as much as she would like it to.”
“Nothing? Not even history?”
“Not even ancient history... as old as I am.”
She laughed a little, softening.
“Well, I didn’t want you to think that you couldn’t if you wanted... I mean we don’t... we’re free to...”
“Bones, if I wanted to be with her, I would. That’s not what I...” He took a step towards her, his eyes implored her to believe him. “I’m here Bones, I’m standing right here.” He said, quietly looking at her,
wishing he could add the words ‘loving you’.
Brennan knew it may not be forever, but hearing him say he wanted to be with her, even for now, sent her directly where she wanted to be - into his arms.
X-X-X-X-X-X
They lay within happiness’s reach, Brennan’s bare foot played with Booth’s again under the covers.
She giggled a little, remembering earlier.
“What’s so funny?”
“I thought you might take my poor little toe off tonight... when we played cat and mouse. You know, the second time.”
“Bones... I played footsie with you once tonight, and I know I didn’t hurt you, I was gentle... you know that I’m always gentle...”
“No, we played again later. Remember I wanted to see if you could carry on a conversation...” Her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“If it wasn’t you... it had to be Bryan...” Brennan said it, realizing the error of her ways.
Booth laughed finding her predicament quite amusing. “I really think you put your foot in it this time Bones.”
“Maybe so... But what about you and French toast... talk about playing with fire...”
“I told you we’ve never played. She’s just an old acquaintance, who wishes we were more. By the way she really did need my advice.”
“Oh I bet.”
Booth ignored her and decided to change the subject. “Speaking of French toast, would you like that for breakfast?” He asked, knowing he was taking another step closer to his ultimate hopes and dreams.
“Breakfast, you... want to be here for breakfast?”
“Only if you like French toast.”
“That’s my favorite kind,” She said kissing him happily as he reached down to tickle those mischievous toes.
X-X-X-X-X-X
It was Thursday night, and they were at Brennan’s apartment.
Booth and Brennan were getting ready for bed; they had continued to add breakfast to their regime.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to the wedding this weekend...” Brennan said sighing, resigned to spending two days apart.
“I wish I could come with you, but you know I told Pops I would have dinner with him Sunday. Besides, it won’t be that bad,” Booth said as he pulled her down next to him.
“I know you promised Pops. And how would you know it won’t be that bad? Have you ever been in a wedding Booth?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I thought you were excited about going to your brother’s wedding.”
“Booth, of course I’m excited for him. It’s the most important day in a couple’s life. I just hate the dress I have to wear.”
“What’s wrong with the dress?”
“What’s wrong? Are you kidding me?”
“No...”
“You want to see what’s wrong? I’ll show you.” Brennan got off the bed, rummaged through the back of her closet. She came out with the dress. She showed it to Booth, whose expression changed, a little pained with the color of the dress.
“See, can you imagine actually having to wear that for a whole day?”
“Not exactly, no.” Booth tried to imagine wearing a dress at all, but for the life of him he couldn’t. Booth examined the dress, he scratched his head looking a lot like a puzzled puppy dog. “Is that green? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that color before.” His voice was doubtful.
“Exactly... I think it’s called puce or slime. I’m not sure which.”
“Oh...”
“If I were to choose, it would be something sophisticated, not showy and gawky. They should be a classic style that can be worn again with a slight alteration, not hidden in the closet forever in shame.”
“So... you still want a big wedding?” He asked surprised.
“I don’t know, probably not,” Brennan said as she put the dress back into the closet. “Just because I hate the dress and being a bridesmaid, doesn’t mean I hate weddings...”
“Oh...”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what got me started...” she said, a little embarrassed and worried he might feel uncomfortable.
“So you hate being in weddings as a bridesmaid, but you still like weddings,” Booth said trying to figure out the contradiction.
“Weddings themselves are beautiful, especially because all the traditions... not the bridesmaids dresses but everything else...” Brennan had a dreamy look on her face as she spoke. “When I was little I used to dream about my wedding... the flowers, the ring bearer, the music, every detail. Except, of course the groom. But I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore.” She jumped back to reality, realizing how juvenile it sounded.
“No groom...?” Booth wondered how the most important part didn’t figure into her dreams.
“Well, of course a groom, but I never really pictured what he would look like exactly, just more of the idea...”
“What, like personality traits?”
“Yeah... like that...” Brennan pictured Booth in a tux.
“So, you’ve got this pretty well planned?”
“No, of course not. I mean, not really. I used to dream about it, but now I don’t think it’s for me anymore. If I were to get married, I would prefer a small ceremony just with family and close friends. Big weddings are very pretentious; it’s not exactly for the bride or the groom, is for everyone else.” What possessed her to even discuss this with him? Brennan shook her head and laughed shyly. “It’s so stupid, it’s not that I’m pining away to get married.”
“So, you don’t want to get married?”
“I don’t know. I have changed my mind on that subject a few times, so I guess I will wait to see what happens. There are pros and cons to getting married. I would have to study it well to figure out what I want. It also depends on the guy.” She smiled.
Booth pictured her gliding towards him, wearing a beautiful Edwardian dress.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Late Friday afternoon, Booth and Brennan were working in his office.
Booth looked at his watch.
“You better get going if you are going to make it to the rehearsal.”
“Oh.” Brennan blew out a sigh. “If I could skip this one, I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Booth said knowingly.
“It will be a little strange, not being together this weekend.”
“Yeah.”
“What time will you be back Sunday?”
“Not till late. There’s family reunion picnic the next day.”
“Family reunion - with just you, Max and Russ?”
“With Dad, Russ, my cousin Margaret, a few aunts and uncles I never knew existed. More like a getting to know each other gathering.”
“Oh. So, I guess I’ll see you Monday.”
“Do we do make up sessions during the week when we miss weekends?” She asked sweetly.
Booth grinned. “I think we could arrange something.”
“I better go.”
“Call me. Just to let me know you made it, okay?”
“Worry wort.”
“Humor me.”
“Don’t I always...”
“No.” He laughed. “Oh and Bones...”
“What?”
“Be sure to catch the bouquet.” He smiled at her.
“Funny...”
She exited his office with one last look, knowing it was going to be a very long weekend indeed.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth had stayed at his office to finish up the paper work. He was slightly worried having not heard a word from Brennan. He assured himself she probably just forgot, which served to upset him that she would.
His cell phone interrupted the seesawing thoughts.
“Booth.”
“What are you still doing at work?” Her voice comforted him instantly.
“How do you know I’m at work?” He asked, not willing to admit it.
“Booth, we’re talking about you, remember?”
“So, how was the drive?”
“Uneventful.”
“That’s good considering your car,” He said ruefully.
“I only seem to have trouble when I’m with you.”
“I won’t even try to answer that.” He grinned. “So how is it so far?”
“It’s fine.” There was a catch in her voice.
“What’s wrong, Bones?”
“It’s just that my father... he is... bringing his new girlfriend.”
“Oh... and what’s the problem?”
“I just don’t like her.”
“Why not?”
“She’s just not good enough for him.”
“Bones, do you think she’s trying to replace your mom? Is that why you don’t like her?”
“No, of course not. I just want him to be happy. But she’s just doesn’t fit with our family.” Her voice again had that funny sound, which concerned Booth; he knew she hadn’t told him everything.
“Bones,” his voice was understanding. “You have to get to know her eventually, maybe it won’t be as
bad as you think.”
“I wish...”
“What do you wish...?” Booth wanted to make her feel better.
“I wish you were here.”
“I know. Me too. I’m sorry I couldn’t come.”
“Thanks.”
You have your cell phone right?”
“Yeah I’m on it now...why?”
“Take it to the wedding.”
“Booth?”
“Just do it okay?”
“Okay...” she smiled for the first time since she arrived.
“What time is the wedding?”
“At two.”
“So you should be at the reception by four?”
“Yes. Why, what...”
“Turn it on at four... you’ll find out then.”
“Are you trying to be spontaneous again?” She asked, a little worried.
“Do you want me to call or not?” He asked, not appreciating her question.
“I do.”
“Good night Bones.”
“Good night Booth.
X-X-X-X-X-X
At four sharp Brennan’s cell phone rang; she made her way out of the reception hall, settling
on a chair in the courtyard.
“Right on time,” She answered smiling.
“Hey... How’s it going?”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
“Have you managed to spill something on that lovely dress so you can change it?”
“No such luck,” Brennan said staring down at the stain free atrocity.
“So, tell me... which one of your most irritating relatives is close by?”
“Well, I would say all of them are irritating, and I just met most of them for the first time.”
“Who is there?”
“My snobby Aunt Mary...”
“How do you know she’s snobby, Bones? You just met her.”
“The way she talks, I can tell. Snobby.”
“If you say so. Just stay away from her.”
“I have to go,” She said suddenly. “My dad is coming over with Joanna.”
“Joanna?”
“His girlfriend.”
“Oh. Bones, just be patient okay. You will be home before you know it.”
“I know, thanks, Booth. We will talk later.” Brennan hung up the phone and turned to look at Max and Joanna. She knew this wasn’t going to go well.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? Booth and Brennan’s talk about weddings, was it good, did you like it? Please, tell me what you guys think, review away.
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: 2,462
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty
A/N: I’m glad you guys liked the last chapter, especially Francesca and Bryan. I wasn’t going to post this today, but Gina (BrennanBooth) made me. So, I guess you guys should thank her.
it's gonna be so grand
it's gonna be just like my wedding day, yeah
and I'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
and plenty of visions I mind
and I'm gonna drive to the ocean, go skinny dipping
blow kisses to Venus and Mars
so much for love, I guess I've been wrong
but it's all right cause I'm moving on
I'm gonna drive over hills, over mountains, and canyons
and boys that keep bringing me down
I'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine,
drink good wine in vineyards and get asked to dance
I'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by, never ever ever again
Chapter 21
Brennan was at home, walking around her apartment and talking to herself. “He isn’t coming. Why would he come here when he has that little French maid at his beck and call?”
She decided it was silly to torture herself one more minute. “I’m going to take a shower, maybe then I can start thinking clearly. There is no chance he’d come here tonight, and if he did now...” She wasn’t sure what she would do.
Booth let himself into her apartment, pocketing his key. He looked around the living room searching for signs that no one extra was around. Bryan’s attentions had disturbed him more than he realized. He walked into the kitchen finding it empty as well. He entered the bedroom, no sign of anyone there either. He heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
He stood in the doorway, a smile played on his face. He tiptoed into the bathroom. Brennan was just adding soap to her wet head as she sensed someone behind her. She began to turn when she felt his arms encircle her waist.
“It’s just me... don’t be afraid.”
He turned her towards the wall, her back to him. The familiar fingers began to massage her head gently, working up a lather of much more than shampoo. He whispered to her to hold still as she tried again to turn around. The relief that flooded her left her legs shaky. Her tears mixed with the suds twirling down the drain.
He rinsed her hair using the sprayer, tickling her a little on the back of the neck with the stream of water. She laughed helplessly, trying to get him to stop. He made sure all the suds were gone.
Booth took a towel from the counter, and he turned her gently in his arms. His eyes discerned the tears still present on her face. He wondered what had caused them. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, but he could see he had.
He wrapped the towel around her head, bending towards her for a long awaited kiss.
Brennan stepped away suddenly, knowing she could not continue without talking first. She removed the towel, her hair still dripping wet. Her eyes were accusing.
“Bones, what’s wrong?”
“I wasn’t sure you would be coming here tonight.”
“Why not? We planned...”
“Things didn’t exactly go the way we planned tonight, Booth.”
“No, true. I wasn’t sure you’d want me to come either.”
“Why?”
“Bryan... you two seemed to hit it off pretty well.”
“He’s very nice... ”
“Hmm... so, you liked him.”
“Yes... no... he’s not really my type...”
“He isn’t?”
“What about you and Madame Defarge? It seems she’s already been your type.”
“Are you jealous?” He asked, hoping.
“Certainly not... if you find her attractive... and she is....”
“Bones, nothing happened, nothing’s ever happened... as much as she would like it to.”
“Nothing? Not even history?”
“Not even ancient history... as old as I am.”
She laughed a little, softening.
“Well, I didn’t want you to think that you couldn’t if you wanted... I mean we don’t... we’re free to...”
“Bones, if I wanted to be with her, I would. That’s not what I...” He took a step towards her, his eyes implored her to believe him. “I’m here Bones, I’m standing right here.” He said, quietly looking at her,
wishing he could add the words ‘loving you’.
Brennan knew it may not be forever, but hearing him say he wanted to be with her, even for now, sent her directly where she wanted to be - into his arms.
X-X-X-X-X-X
They lay within happiness’s reach, Brennan’s bare foot played with Booth’s again under the covers.
She giggled a little, remembering earlier.
“What’s so funny?”
“I thought you might take my poor little toe off tonight... when we played cat and mouse. You know, the second time.”
“Bones... I played footsie with you once tonight, and I know I didn’t hurt you, I was gentle... you know that I’m always gentle...”
“No, we played again later. Remember I wanted to see if you could carry on a conversation...” Her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“If it wasn’t you... it had to be Bryan...” Brennan said it, realizing the error of her ways.
Booth laughed finding her predicament quite amusing. “I really think you put your foot in it this time Bones.”
“Maybe so... But what about you and French toast... talk about playing with fire...”
“I told you we’ve never played. She’s just an old acquaintance, who wishes we were more. By the way she really did need my advice.”
“Oh I bet.”
Booth ignored her and decided to change the subject. “Speaking of French toast, would you like that for breakfast?” He asked, knowing he was taking another step closer to his ultimate hopes and dreams.
“Breakfast, you... want to be here for breakfast?”
“Only if you like French toast.”
“That’s my favorite kind,” She said kissing him happily as he reached down to tickle those mischievous toes.
X-X-X-X-X-X
It was Thursday night, and they were at Brennan’s apartment.
Booth and Brennan were getting ready for bed; they had continued to add breakfast to their regime.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to the wedding this weekend...” Brennan said sighing, resigned to spending two days apart.
“I wish I could come with you, but you know I told Pops I would have dinner with him Sunday. Besides, it won’t be that bad,” Booth said as he pulled her down next to him.
“I know you promised Pops. And how would you know it won’t be that bad? Have you ever been in a wedding Booth?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. I thought you were excited about going to your brother’s wedding.”
“Booth, of course I’m excited for him. It’s the most important day in a couple’s life. I just hate the dress I have to wear.”
“What’s wrong with the dress?”
“What’s wrong? Are you kidding me?”
“No...”
“You want to see what’s wrong? I’ll show you.” Brennan got off the bed, rummaged through the back of her closet. She came out with the dress. She showed it to Booth, whose expression changed, a little pained with the color of the dress.
“See, can you imagine actually having to wear that for a whole day?”
“Not exactly, no.” Booth tried to imagine wearing a dress at all, but for the life of him he couldn’t. Booth examined the dress, he scratched his head looking a lot like a puzzled puppy dog. “Is that green? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that color before.” His voice was doubtful.
“Exactly... I think it’s called puce or slime. I’m not sure which.”
“Oh...”
“If I were to choose, it would be something sophisticated, not showy and gawky. They should be a classic style that can be worn again with a slight alteration, not hidden in the closet forever in shame.”
“So... you still want a big wedding?” He asked surprised.
“I don’t know, probably not,” Brennan said as she put the dress back into the closet. “Just because I hate the dress and being a bridesmaid, doesn’t mean I hate weddings...”
“Oh...”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what got me started...” she said, a little embarrassed and worried he might feel uncomfortable.
“So you hate being in weddings as a bridesmaid, but you still like weddings,” Booth said trying to figure out the contradiction.
“Weddings themselves are beautiful, especially because all the traditions... not the bridesmaids dresses but everything else...” Brennan had a dreamy look on her face as she spoke. “When I was little I used to dream about my wedding... the flowers, the ring bearer, the music, every detail. Except, of course the groom. But I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore.” She jumped back to reality, realizing how juvenile it sounded.
“No groom...?” Booth wondered how the most important part didn’t figure into her dreams.
“Well, of course a groom, but I never really pictured what he would look like exactly, just more of the idea...”
“What, like personality traits?”
“Yeah... like that...” Brennan pictured Booth in a tux.
“So, you’ve got this pretty well planned?”
“No, of course not. I mean, not really. I used to dream about it, but now I don’t think it’s for me anymore. If I were to get married, I would prefer a small ceremony just with family and close friends. Big weddings are very pretentious; it’s not exactly for the bride or the groom, is for everyone else.” What possessed her to even discuss this with him? Brennan shook her head and laughed shyly. “It’s so stupid, it’s not that I’m pining away to get married.”
“So, you don’t want to get married?”
“I don’t know. I have changed my mind on that subject a few times, so I guess I will wait to see what happens. There are pros and cons to getting married. I would have to study it well to figure out what I want. It also depends on the guy.” She smiled.
Booth pictured her gliding towards him, wearing a beautiful Edwardian dress.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Late Friday afternoon, Booth and Brennan were working in his office.
Booth looked at his watch.
“You better get going if you are going to make it to the rehearsal.”
“Oh.” Brennan blew out a sigh. “If I could skip this one, I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Booth said knowingly.
“It will be a little strange, not being together this weekend.”
“Yeah.”
“What time will you be back Sunday?”
“Not till late. There’s family reunion picnic the next day.”
“Family reunion - with just you, Max and Russ?”
“With Dad, Russ, my cousin Margaret, a few aunts and uncles I never knew existed. More like a getting to know each other gathering.”
“Oh. So, I guess I’ll see you Monday.”
“Do we do make up sessions during the week when we miss weekends?” She asked sweetly.
Booth grinned. “I think we could arrange something.”
“I better go.”
“Call me. Just to let me know you made it, okay?”
“Worry wort.”
“Humor me.”
“Don’t I always...”
“No.” He laughed. “Oh and Bones...”
“What?”
“Be sure to catch the bouquet.” He smiled at her.
“Funny...”
She exited his office with one last look, knowing it was going to be a very long weekend indeed.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth had stayed at his office to finish up the paper work. He was slightly worried having not heard a word from Brennan. He assured himself she probably just forgot, which served to upset him that she would.
His cell phone interrupted the seesawing thoughts.
“Booth.”
“What are you still doing at work?” Her voice comforted him instantly.
“How do you know I’m at work?” He asked, not willing to admit it.
“Booth, we’re talking about you, remember?”
“So, how was the drive?”
“Uneventful.”
“That’s good considering your car,” He said ruefully.
“I only seem to have trouble when I’m with you.”
“I won’t even try to answer that.” He grinned. “So how is it so far?”
“It’s fine.” There was a catch in her voice.
“What’s wrong, Bones?”
“It’s just that my father... he is... bringing his new girlfriend.”
“Oh... and what’s the problem?”
“I just don’t like her.”
“Why not?”
“She’s just not good enough for him.”
“Bones, do you think she’s trying to replace your mom? Is that why you don’t like her?”
“No, of course not. I just want him to be happy. But she’s just doesn’t fit with our family.” Her voice again had that funny sound, which concerned Booth; he knew she hadn’t told him everything.
“Bones,” his voice was understanding. “You have to get to know her eventually, maybe it won’t be as
bad as you think.”
“I wish...”
“What do you wish...?” Booth wanted to make her feel better.
“I wish you were here.”
“I know. Me too. I’m sorry I couldn’t come.”
“Thanks.”
You have your cell phone right?”
“Yeah I’m on it now...why?”
“Take it to the wedding.”
“Booth?”
“Just do it okay?”
“Okay...” she smiled for the first time since she arrived.
“What time is the wedding?”
“At two.”
“So you should be at the reception by four?”
“Yes. Why, what...”
“Turn it on at four... you’ll find out then.”
“Are you trying to be spontaneous again?” She asked, a little worried.
“Do you want me to call or not?” He asked, not appreciating her question.
“I do.”
“Good night Bones.”
“Good night Booth.
X-X-X-X-X-X
At four sharp Brennan’s cell phone rang; she made her way out of the reception hall, settling
on a chair in the courtyard.
“Right on time,” She answered smiling.
“Hey... How’s it going?”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
“Have you managed to spill something on that lovely dress so you can change it?”
“No such luck,” Brennan said staring down at the stain free atrocity.
“So, tell me... which one of your most irritating relatives is close by?”
“Well, I would say all of them are irritating, and I just met most of them for the first time.”
“Who is there?”
“My snobby Aunt Mary...”
“How do you know she’s snobby, Bones? You just met her.”
“The way she talks, I can tell. Snobby.”
“If you say so. Just stay away from her.”
“I have to go,” She said suddenly. “My dad is coming over with Joanna.”
“Joanna?”
“His girlfriend.”
“Oh. Bones, just be patient okay. You will be home before you know it.”
“I know, thanks, Booth. We will talk later.” Brennan hung up the phone and turned to look at Max and Joanna. She knew this wasn’t going to go well.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? Booth and Brennan’s talk about weddings, was it good, did you like it? Please, tell me what you guys think, review away.