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Chapter Three: Going in Blind
Dr. Temperance Brennan was still working on the Jane Doe from limbo when a very irritated Special Agent Seeley Booth charged up the steps into the lab. Brennan seemed to be in absolute and total scientist mode.
The Phalanges are slightly worn, perhaps on account of the victim scraping at something when she died. Oh don''t look up again now, Booth is here and looking as well structured as ever. QUICK! Look fascinated by the bones. Now! But you should acknowledge him. Okay, act completely engrossed by the bones but say hi. I hate when inner Angela rules things, her brilliantly acquired mind thought, working a mile a minute
"Hi Booth," Brennan managed to say without looking at him.
"Bones, what are you still doing here? The case is solved, the paperwork's done, it's time to celebrate!"
Okay, safe to look at him now. She took her eyes away from the remains to the infinitely more interesting specimen of a man in front of her.
"I thought it would be obvious Booth, I''m working. I''ve been putting this off because of the case, but the case is done, so now I can get back to work, finally."
"Back to Work? You finish a case and you decide to reward yourself with going back to work?"
Neither could know they both just fantasized a glimpse of what it would be like with him rewarding her. It was good.
Brennan regained her senses first and said, "Yes, I thought I had already established that."
Booth stared in shock over what his partner had just said. His partner, the most beautiful woman in the world as far as he was concerned, and he'd punch any person who'd dare disagree with him.
But how could they, with her auburn tresses and deep blue eyes and that skin, so soft and pure looking, just begging for me to touch her, to writhe under me while I do things that make her scream in ecstasy . . . Okay, not partner-like thoughts. he reprimanded himself.
But she does need to get out of the office, so I will do what it takes to get her out of here. Even if it means a nice long cold shower for me later, he added as an afterthought.
"That's enough. It's Friday, the weekend. That means if you don't stop working right NOW, I will literally carry you out of here and force you to relax," he grinned indignantly.
"I don't believe being carried is typically considered relaxing. And additionally, how can you force someone to relax if she has no intentions of it? Isn't forcing someone the opposite of getting them to relax?" his partner replied matter-of-factly, a cheeky smirk beginning to form on her beautiful face.
Booth opened his mouth to protest, but Brennan could see he would not give up about this so she hurriedly interrupted.
"Fine, fine, how about this? You leave, go find a DVD of whatever you want to watch. By the time you get back, I should be done. We can go to my place and watch it on my laptop . . . will that count as relaxing enough?"
Brennan looked at her partner of three years, her sea-blue eyes drinking in every inch of him.
Here is a man of near perfection, she thought. Well-defined pectorals indicate immense strength and point to nice, firm abdominal muscles which make the eye want to travel a little lower to see what''s under that cocky belt buckle. Okay, not a partner-esque thought, she reminded herself pointedly.
Jerking her head to the left her mind kept flowing with thought, now what's Booth thinking about? I can almost see the, How would he say it? , wheels twisting away in his head. Not to mention he''s grinning like he just solved ten cases.
"All right," he smirked. "But only if you make dinner, too."
"What do you want?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mac 'n' Cheese."
Brennan rolled her eyes. "Mac 'n' cheese, Why am I not surprised?"
Hey, tonight I can put all that practice to the test. she thought excitedly
" Maybe ''cause you know me so well?" Booth said, flashing one of his patented charm smiles.
There he goes again, giving me that smile. It''s really should be classified as a weapon. No person can resist anything he asks when he uses it. It''s Impossible, the anthropologist couldn't help but think as she fought the urge to roll her eyes.
"I am off, places to go, movies to find. See you when I get back."
Another time I can be alone with Bones and pretend it's a date. Yea! The agent thought to gleefully
Booth left, passing a very ecstatic Angela on her way in.
"Hey sweetie, what''s going on? Mr. FB-Eye candy just left your office with stars in his eyes. Did you find out that the storage closet has more than one use? And did Booth help you with that?"
"Angela!" she exclaimed with a slightly higher-pitched tone
"Sorry, Bren. I just want you to be happy. Really, really, really happy. So what was he doing here, if not giving you a ride to the happy town of orgasm-land?"
Brennan pointedly ignored her last statement. "I'll tell you later. Now down to business, did you do what is necessary to figure out what is worse?"
"Yes." Angela said. Don't squeal yet, don't squeal yet.
"Do you want to know what is worse now?"
"Okay," she mumbled, trying to make it sound that the suspense wasn't mentally killing her
Wait for it, wait for it, she thought anxiously.
"I was listening to the radio today, apparently there was a competition going on, wherein you call them when you hear a certain song to get free third row seats, but I was too busy to call them."
"So the news is actually bad then?"
"Not necessarily, It all depends on what I was busy with. In this instance, I was buying tickets. I bought six front row center tickets. Two for you and Hodgins, two for Cam and Zach and two for Booth and me."
Brennan plugged her ears just in time. The scream coming from Angela could be heard all the way from Ireland.
"This is Great! Wanna hear my news?"
"If I said no, Would you actually not tell me?"
"Of course I'll tell you. Okay, Ready? I was in Booth's office arranging your file when I bumped one of his files to the floor by mistake. I went to pick it up, but I accidentally started reading it first. It's a report, a lot like the one you wrote except he doesn't know you love him."
She gave the file to Brennan who promptly put it in her bag.
"Ooh. This is very pleasing. Ange, I owe you a million. Can I ask another favor, though?"
"Sure Bren, What is it?"
"Can you help me pick out an outfit for my not-date with booth tonight?"
"Sure, sweetie." Then the full brunt of Brennan''s words hit her. " Waaait, be kind, rewind. Did you just say you have a date with Booth tonight?"
"No, I didn't. I''m sorry to disappoint you Angela, but I said I had a ''not-date'' tonight."
"What do you mean, not-date?"
"Pretty often now, Booth and I get together after work and do something, typically dinner, accompanied by drinks back at one of our places. Booth is an excellent cook, by the way. It's not a date, we don't call it as such because even though it has all the elements of romance, without the actual romance. It's the perfect setting, but without the flirting or the anything. It's yet another frustrating thing in my life."
"So it's off to that closet of spare clothes you have for when you don't have time to go home?"
"Yes."
"Okay . . . " Angela started rummaging through Brennan's drawers trying to find something sexy but casual. The first thing she found was most definitely not casual.
"Okay, Where did you get this?" Angela asked, pulling out the black Vegas dress.
"Booth got it for me when we were undercover in Vegas. I was Roxy, Tony the Tiger's fiancee. Booth is a great boxer, by the way. He has far more than competent muscular definition, and he knows what to do with it."
"You should wear this."
"No, I shouldn't."
"Why not?" Angela was confused. This has to be the perfect dress.
"Because firstly, last time I wore it, I was pretending to be Booth's fiancee. Wouldn't that show a little heavy connotation towards dating? And secondly it's a little too date-like for this, I don't want to look like I want us to indulge in any form of fornication . . . well yes, I do. I just don't want it to be too obvious."
"Oh yeah, I forgot you need him to make the first move and you need to act coy. Right. How about this? "
Angela held up a form fitting green top with jeans that had flowers running along its seams and pockets.
"That's satisfactory thanks. Stay here. I'm going to go change." Brennan left and came back quickly.
"So how do I look?" she asked, smoothing down her outfit.
"Amazing," Angela cooed.
"Good, I'll put my lab coat back on until he comes to get me. And Ange, what do I do with my hair?"
"Leave it down. It's pretty like that. Hey Bren?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you going to do with the file I gave you?"
Brennan smiled, "I'm going in blind this time. Of course not literally, what purpose would serve? I am just not reading it yet. If he doesn't do anything tonight, I'll read it and see if I can use what I learn to get him to tell me his feelings. If that doesn't work, I'll tell him I accidentally found it, and get him to talk to me that way."
"Good plan." Angela said, winking mischievously.
"Hey Bones, I'm back" came that completely swoon worthy voice of Booth's
"Angela, leave now."
Angela passed Booth as he was about to come in, and threw him a coy smile as her brown eyes shined knowingly.
"Go and get her, Tiger." she smirked and grinned as Booth turned to look at Brennan.
Seeing his partner standing there, looking just as beautiful as ever, he couldn't help but hold back a smile.
He couldn't wait for tonight . . .
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