Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (25/?)
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: 1,626
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Twenty-Four
A/N: I’m sorry it took over a week to update, writing two fics sometimes drive me crazy - in a good way of course. I think there is only 2-3 more chapters for me to write and finish this fic. Good news is, that there is about 8-9 chapters to still be posted. But we are almost towards the end. Isn’t that sad though? I know I’m sad.
I want to so do a shameless plug. I'm on twitter as biba79 and tumblr as biba79 as well and if anyone would love to follow me, please do so. Just say hi, so I know who you are, so I can follow you back. I have been addicted to twitter and tumblr for a very long time, and I want to follow more Bones fans. It's just so much fun, especially right after an episode. Also, feel free to bug me to write/update! I need some incentive.
I want to think everyone for reading and reviewing. 536 reviews for 24 chapters with 330 alerts, 141 favorites and over 101,000 hits. Thank you so much. I’m overwhelmed with everything. You guys are incredible.
Song “Rumor Has It” by Adele.
She, she ain't real,
She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will
She is a stranger
You and I have history
Or don't you remember?
Sure, she's got it all
But, baby, is that really what you want?
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds
You made a fool out of you
And, boy, she's bringing you down
She made your heart melt
But you're cold to the core
Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
She is half your age
But I'm guessing that's the reason that you strayed
I heard you've been missing me
You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be
Like when we creep out and she ain't around
Haven't you heard the rumors?
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds
You made a fool out of me
And, boy, you're bringing me down
You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core
But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for
Chapter 25
It had been three months since Booth’s birthday; and for the past two months, he had been assisting Agent Victoria King on the Crossal case. The case was tough for a new agent, and Booth decided to give Agent King the help to learn everything she needed to know. Before he knew it, he ended up getting sucked in and working on the case every chance he could find. He didn’t know why this case was so different from any other, but he felt that if he didn’t help her, then he wasn’t doing his job.
Booth and Brennan had not spent much time together lately, a fact that had left both of them a little on edge. He was often working late on the case with Victoria while Brennan had been equally busy with her limbo cases, lectures and her new novel.
Booth’s cell phone rang, interrupting his strategic planning meeting with Agent King.
“Booth...”
“Hi... it’s me... are you coming?” Brennan asked, a little anxious.
“Hi... uh...” He looked at his watch and was surprised at how late it was. Where had the time gone? “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make that meeting after all, maybe we could reschedule?”
“Fine...” Brennan answered coolly. Booth didn’t know about the surprise she had planned for him, so he wouldn’t understand her disappointment.
“I’m sure we can get the work done tomorrow?”
“I didn’t know you thought of it as work. I suppose you’re going to charge me now?”
“I may have to...”
“Well, don’t think it won’t cost you something,” she threatened, wishing he could talk freely.
“I understand. It’s business pure and simple, you have to do whatever is necessary, of course.”
“Do you? Do you also realize that homemade apple pie never tastes as good as it does fresh from the oven....?”
Booth sighed, he had been hinting for days now he had missed eating apple pie. He wished he could travel through the phone to tickle her for tempting him this way. “Yes, I agree. There isn’t much you can do; that alibi may not hold up in court.”
“Not to mention the cinnamon ice cream to go on top of it...”
“No doubt...” Booth was groaning inwardly. Homemade apple pie with cinnamon ice cream on top - his favorite.
“Well, I guess it’s your loss then...”
“Definitely.”
Agent King sat there waiting, listening to every word.
“I will save some,” Brennan relented.
“Tomorrow, about the same time we had scheduled for tonight?”
“Whatever.” Brennan wasn’t letting this one go easily - the picnic dinner she had set up in the living room had all but petrified. The candles struggled to keep glowing as the dripping wax caked over the crystal holders. She couldn’t shake the bad feelings she had from the moment she first laid eyes on Agent King.
She was gorgeous, taller than Brennan with the willowy figure of a model. The wavy ‘had to be dyed’ blonde hair cascaded down her back; her delicate, porcelain features, a great camouflage for those cool eyes.
Brennan instinctively knew there was more to Agent King than those eyes batting incessantly at Booth. Victoria’s eyes held something sinister - how could Booth fall for her game? Yes, she was a new agent with the FBI, but why did Booth have to spend so much time helping her? Brennan could tell that Victoria was much smarter than she let people believe.
Booth’s fingers tightened around the phone, the only indication he was unhappy about the outcome of the evening. “I realize the importance of your situation. The case I’m working on is complicated, and it’s taking a lot more time than I had hoped.”
“Oh, yeah, and I know that Agent King is more than capable...”
“We will talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“Will we? How fun... another evening discussing the Virtues of Victoria. I can hardly wait.”
“Thanks, John. I knew you would understand. Good Night.” Booth hung up.
“John? Like that’s supposed to make me feel better...” Brennan began to clean the remains of the lost evening. She went as far as putting the food away, but her heart wasn’t in it. So what? Why not leave it for once? He was not coming anyway. He wouldn’t see it or her.
She sighed as she spied her reflection in the full length mirror. Her red gown was beautiful as ever. Their third month anniversary was totally forgotten by one member of the happy couple. Brennan scolded the image looking back at her with a laugh, “What’s so funny? You think it’s funny? He doesn’t have any clue what today is. You probably would have had to tell him anyway.” No, he was too wrapped up in Victoria King to give them a second thought. Them? Us? We? Who was she kidding?
“I don’t like her, Booth,” Brennan said out loud. “She’s trouble...” She wished someone else would help Victoria. She wished Booth wasn’t so involved with the case, and that someone would take over for him. But Booth had refused. He wanted to be the one to help her.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth sat up straight in his chair after ending his conversation with Brennan.
“I’m sorry to keep you so late, are you cancelling something important?” Victoria’s eyes were batting yet again.
“No. A business meeting, I rescheduled. It’s fine,” Booth hoped. He could tell from Brennan’s tone that it wouldn’t be easy in the makeup department.
“I bet this job plays havoc with your home lives too. I mean, I just started and it’s already time consuming.” Victoria’s voice came out like spun cotton candy, a confection too sweet to believe.
She had done her research, after Booth started helping her. He had no wife, no serious relationship at the moment. He was handsome, which wasn’t a requirement, but certainly didn’t hurt.
He had a reputation for being the best agent at the FBI. Gossip about him was easily accessible; apparently, he also had an open heart and often went above and beyond for his cases. She was counting on it now that he was helping her.
“It goes with the territory; I don’t have a home life anymore, and you won’t either. You won’t know what hit you once you get a case that won’t let you sleep at night; all you will do is work and you will forget about everything else. Can we get back to work? I would like to make that business meeting by tomorrow night...”
“Good idea.” Victoria scratched her head and they returned to work, her sneaky smirk going unnoticed as Booth discussed the case.
She realized Booth was still open season. Her eyes calculated as she weighed the odds. It was a relief he was not married. She didn’t relish being a home wrecker; it was such a nasty label.
Still, she had a hard time believing that Booth was as eligible as he seemed. Could he be completely unattached? There must be someone, not that she was worried. Soon he wouldn’t be looking anywhere else. In fact, he wouldn’t be focusing on anything clearly; the fog of Victoria would completely surround him.
A/N: I bet you guys love Victoria so far. There are plenty more to come. Anyway, thanks for reading and let me know what you guys think.
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: 1,626
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Twenty-Four
A/N: I’m sorry it took over a week to update, writing two fics sometimes drive me crazy - in a good way of course. I think there is only 2-3 more chapters for me to write and finish this fic. Good news is, that there is about 8-9 chapters to still be posted. But we are almost towards the end. Isn’t that sad though? I know I’m sad.
I want to so do a shameless plug. I'm on twitter as biba79 and tumblr as biba79 as well and if anyone would love to follow me, please do so. Just say hi, so I know who you are, so I can follow you back. I have been addicted to twitter and tumblr for a very long time, and I want to follow more Bones fans. It's just so much fun, especially right after an episode. Also, feel free to bug me to write/update! I need some incentive.
I want to think everyone for reading and reviewing. 536 reviews for 24 chapters with 330 alerts, 141 favorites and over 101,000 hits. Thank you so much. I’m overwhelmed with everything. You guys are incredible.
Song “Rumor Has It” by Adele.
She, she ain't real,
She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will
She is a stranger
You and I have history
Or don't you remember?
Sure, she's got it all
But, baby, is that really what you want?
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds
You made a fool out of you
And, boy, she's bringing you down
She made your heart melt
But you're cold to the core
Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
Rumor has it, ooh
She is half your age
But I'm guessing that's the reason that you strayed
I heard you've been missing me
You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be
Like when we creep out and she ain't around
Haven't you heard the rumors?
Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds
You made a fool out of me
And, boy, you're bringing me down
You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core
But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for
Chapter 25
It had been three months since Booth’s birthday; and for the past two months, he had been assisting Agent Victoria King on the Crossal case. The case was tough for a new agent, and Booth decided to give Agent King the help to learn everything she needed to know. Before he knew it, he ended up getting sucked in and working on the case every chance he could find. He didn’t know why this case was so different from any other, but he felt that if he didn’t help her, then he wasn’t doing his job.
Booth and Brennan had not spent much time together lately, a fact that had left both of them a little on edge. He was often working late on the case with Victoria while Brennan had been equally busy with her limbo cases, lectures and her new novel.
Booth’s cell phone rang, interrupting his strategic planning meeting with Agent King.
“Booth...”
“Hi... it’s me... are you coming?” Brennan asked, a little anxious.
“Hi... uh...” He looked at his watch and was surprised at how late it was. Where had the time gone? “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make that meeting after all, maybe we could reschedule?”
“Fine...” Brennan answered coolly. Booth didn’t know about the surprise she had planned for him, so he wouldn’t understand her disappointment.
“I’m sure we can get the work done tomorrow?”
“I didn’t know you thought of it as work. I suppose you’re going to charge me now?”
“I may have to...”
“Well, don’t think it won’t cost you something,” she threatened, wishing he could talk freely.
“I understand. It’s business pure and simple, you have to do whatever is necessary, of course.”
“Do you? Do you also realize that homemade apple pie never tastes as good as it does fresh from the oven....?”
Booth sighed, he had been hinting for days now he had missed eating apple pie. He wished he could travel through the phone to tickle her for tempting him this way. “Yes, I agree. There isn’t much you can do; that alibi may not hold up in court.”
“Not to mention the cinnamon ice cream to go on top of it...”
“No doubt...” Booth was groaning inwardly. Homemade apple pie with cinnamon ice cream on top - his favorite.
“Well, I guess it’s your loss then...”
“Definitely.”
Agent King sat there waiting, listening to every word.
“I will save some,” Brennan relented.
“Tomorrow, about the same time we had scheduled for tonight?”
“Whatever.” Brennan wasn’t letting this one go easily - the picnic dinner she had set up in the living room had all but petrified. The candles struggled to keep glowing as the dripping wax caked over the crystal holders. She couldn’t shake the bad feelings she had from the moment she first laid eyes on Agent King.
She was gorgeous, taller than Brennan with the willowy figure of a model. The wavy ‘had to be dyed’ blonde hair cascaded down her back; her delicate, porcelain features, a great camouflage for those cool eyes.
Brennan instinctively knew there was more to Agent King than those eyes batting incessantly at Booth. Victoria’s eyes held something sinister - how could Booth fall for her game? Yes, she was a new agent with the FBI, but why did Booth have to spend so much time helping her? Brennan could tell that Victoria was much smarter than she let people believe.
Booth’s fingers tightened around the phone, the only indication he was unhappy about the outcome of the evening. “I realize the importance of your situation. The case I’m working on is complicated, and it’s taking a lot more time than I had hoped.”
“Oh, yeah, and I know that Agent King is more than capable...”
“We will talk about it tomorrow, okay?”
“Will we? How fun... another evening discussing the Virtues of Victoria. I can hardly wait.”
“Thanks, John. I knew you would understand. Good Night.” Booth hung up.
“John? Like that’s supposed to make me feel better...” Brennan began to clean the remains of the lost evening. She went as far as putting the food away, but her heart wasn’t in it. So what? Why not leave it for once? He was not coming anyway. He wouldn’t see it or her.
She sighed as she spied her reflection in the full length mirror. Her red gown was beautiful as ever. Their third month anniversary was totally forgotten by one member of the happy couple. Brennan scolded the image looking back at her with a laugh, “What’s so funny? You think it’s funny? He doesn’t have any clue what today is. You probably would have had to tell him anyway.” No, he was too wrapped up in Victoria King to give them a second thought. Them? Us? We? Who was she kidding?
“I don’t like her, Booth,” Brennan said out loud. “She’s trouble...” She wished someone else would help Victoria. She wished Booth wasn’t so involved with the case, and that someone would take over for him. But Booth had refused. He wanted to be the one to help her.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth sat up straight in his chair after ending his conversation with Brennan.
“I’m sorry to keep you so late, are you cancelling something important?” Victoria’s eyes were batting yet again.
“No. A business meeting, I rescheduled. It’s fine,” Booth hoped. He could tell from Brennan’s tone that it wouldn’t be easy in the makeup department.
“I bet this job plays havoc with your home lives too. I mean, I just started and it’s already time consuming.” Victoria’s voice came out like spun cotton candy, a confection too sweet to believe.
She had done her research, after Booth started helping her. He had no wife, no serious relationship at the moment. He was handsome, which wasn’t a requirement, but certainly didn’t hurt.
He had a reputation for being the best agent at the FBI. Gossip about him was easily accessible; apparently, he also had an open heart and often went above and beyond for his cases. She was counting on it now that he was helping her.
“It goes with the territory; I don’t have a home life anymore, and you won’t either. You won’t know what hit you once you get a case that won’t let you sleep at night; all you will do is work and you will forget about everything else. Can we get back to work? I would like to make that business meeting by tomorrow night...”
“Good idea.” Victoria scratched her head and they returned to work, her sneaky smirk going unnoticed as Booth discussed the case.
She realized Booth was still open season. Her eyes calculated as she weighed the odds. It was a relief he was not married. She didn’t relish being a home wrecker; it was such a nasty label.
Still, she had a hard time believing that Booth was as eligible as he seemed. Could he be completely unattached? There must be someone, not that she was worried. Soon he wouldn’t be looking anywhere else. In fact, he wouldn’t be focusing on anything clearly; the fog of Victoria would completely surround him.
A/N: I bet you guys love Victoria so far. There are plenty more to come. Anyway, thanks for reading and let me know what you guys think.