Part 22? :O
“Yes? Ok… I’m coming to the lab now.”
Angela watched Brennan impatiently, who was on the phone. “Oh, are we?”
“Yes.” Brennan put her cell back in her pocket. “It’s Booth. We’ve got a body.”
Angela sighed. Defeated par a murder victim. She grabbed their, well, her, bags of clothes and dragged her feet out of the mall. Though she had to drag them fast because Brennan was almost running.
“God, toi really do care about your work.” Angela joked.
“He says that he wants to tell me something.”
Angela pondered. “You don’t think…”
“No, not at a crime scene.” Brennan a dit quickly. “That would be ridiculous. And I would say no.”
“You would?”
“Well, it’s at a crime scene. It’s not very romantic.”
“Since when did toi care about romance?”
“Since forever. I’m only human.”
“Surprise, surprise.” Angela muttered under her breath. Brennan frowned, but pretended not to hear her.
“I a dit yes at the lab…” Angela reminded her.
“Yeah, and look how that turned out.”
Angela sneered at her friend behind her back; yes, she was horny today.
She wondered if she would say no, and then she stopped herself, right there. She was not going to spend every seconde wondering if Booth would ask her ou not. It was as Angela had pointed out; look how long he had taken to tell her his feelings.
As soon as Brennan stepped through the lab doors Booth kissed her. She responded unwillingly, but she couldn’t help herself. She dropped Angela’s shopping bags that she had been carrying and Angela watched with her mouth wide open. Then she made a small dance that no one saw. This was what she had been waiting to see for nearly six years.
As they broke apart, Brennan a dit between her teeth “What was that about?”
“Hacker gave me clearance!” Booth a dit joyfully.
“Really?” Brennan didn’t normally display her emotions, but she couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face. Then was when she realized that the whole lab was looking at them. Clark was trying hard not to.
“Ok, lovebirds, just because Hacker gave toi clearance I am not tolerating Angela and Hodgins over again.” Cam shouted from the platform. She didn’t notice both Angela and Hodgins going crimson.
“None of my business-“ he muttered as he tried hard to look away. Hodgins raised his eyebrows at him.
“Are toi sure this is the best way to tell people?” Brennan asked, her mouth still not moving.
“Sorry.” Booth blushed. “I mostly just wanted to see your face; toi were like ‘where’s my dead body?’ and I was like-“
“What’s wrong with you?” Brennan laughed. Booth sighed.
“I’m tired. If I stop moving, I’ll fall asleep.”
“Maybe toi should go accueil and sleep-“
“Maybe toi should come with me… I’m not leaving toi to deal with this lot, sorry, par the way, and we have got a dead body so…”
“Ok.” Brennan smiled. She ran onto the platform and grabbed her stuff and her suit.
“Good morning Dr. Brennan.” Clark said.
Hodgins frowned at him. “Congratulations on the happy couple.” He congratulated her. Brennan was about to say that that was inappropriate at work but she bit her tongue and returned to Booth, who was going a bit red with Angela staring at him happily.
“Could toi tell her not to stare at me –“ Booth a dit as they turned to leave.
“Ange, don’t stare at Booth.” Booth frowned. He could imagine Angela’s gloating face, and what he had just done… he needed a coffee.
“I need a coffee.”
“You need sleep.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, toi need sleep.”
The elevator’s doors closed. Brennan pressed the button to the parking lot.
“I can’t sleep, I’ve got work. I think it’s my punishment.”
“For what?”
“For dating ou wanting to rendez-vous amoureux, date you.”
“So, we are dating now? Officially, I mean.” Brennan a dit slowly.
Booth frowned and panicked. “Why? Is the spark gone?”
“What? No, I mean yes! I mean no! No! Sorry. No, the spark isn’t gone.” Damn it. The ring was getting into her head. Booth looked confused and slightly hurt. “No, it isn’t gone.” Brennan a dit calmly, reaching up to Kiss him. The elevators doors opened. A confused intern carrying a tray of something looked at them.
“Screw it.” Booth said, s’embrasser Brennan. Not the best choice of words, though, he realized.
The intern joined them in the lift but kept to himself. Then he couldn’t take it anymore and left on the suivant floor.
“Why do we keep on going up? My car is down.” Booth a dit between kisses.
“Does it really matter?” Brennan replied in the same way.
Cam was waiting for the lift and what she found didn’t please her.
“Come on, people! Murders to solve! Get your buts to the crime scene, now! Oops, let me in. I’m coming too…”
Booth blushed and Brennan looked smug. Cam looked annoyed.
“Don’t even dare.” Cam sensed Brennan moving an inch suivant to Booth. If she had wanted to work at a High School, she would have.
She calmed down once Brennan settled for holding the hand that Booth offered.
He put the other hand in his pocket. His medal was all that was there… not the lighter, the poker chip ou the… he panicked.
“Actually, I’m going home. To sleep. toi two will get along without me, right?” he a dit quickly once they were out of the elevator.
“How will we get there?” Cam frowned, but Booth had jumped into his car and drove off.
*
“It’s gotta be here… no! Dammit!” Booth argued with himself as he threw his clothes around his place. “How could I loose-“ Lost things. Brennan’s apartment. He reached for his keys but they weren’t there.
“Dammit!” he cursed. He gave his place a good look. It was a mess. He growled and started throwing things back into place. Ah-hah! His keys.
He rushed over to Brennan’s apartment and was thankful of the fact that he had a key.
“Not here – not here –“ he was looking around the place, found a pair of his pants and looked in the pocket. The ring was there. But he hadn’t looked in his pants first. He had looked in the bathroom, around the sink. He was crazy happy, and not for the ring.
“Yes? Ok… I’m coming to the lab now.”
Angela watched Brennan impatiently, who was on the phone. “Oh, are we?”
“Yes.” Brennan put her cell back in her pocket. “It’s Booth. We’ve got a body.”
Angela sighed. Defeated par a murder victim. She grabbed their, well, her, bags of clothes and dragged her feet out of the mall. Though she had to drag them fast because Brennan was almost running.
“God, toi really do care about your work.” Angela joked.
“He says that he wants to tell me something.”
Angela pondered. “You don’t think…”
“No, not at a crime scene.” Brennan a dit quickly. “That would be ridiculous. And I would say no.”
“You would?”
“Well, it’s at a crime scene. It’s not very romantic.”
“Since when did toi care about romance?”
“Since forever. I’m only human.”
“Surprise, surprise.” Angela muttered under her breath. Brennan frowned, but pretended not to hear her.
“I a dit yes at the lab…” Angela reminded her.
“Yeah, and look how that turned out.”
Angela sneered at her friend behind her back; yes, she was horny today.
She wondered if she would say no, and then she stopped herself, right there. She was not going to spend every seconde wondering if Booth would ask her ou not. It was as Angela had pointed out; look how long he had taken to tell her his feelings.
As soon as Brennan stepped through the lab doors Booth kissed her. She responded unwillingly, but she couldn’t help herself. She dropped Angela’s shopping bags that she had been carrying and Angela watched with her mouth wide open. Then she made a small dance that no one saw. This was what she had been waiting to see for nearly six years.
As they broke apart, Brennan a dit between her teeth “What was that about?”
“Hacker gave me clearance!” Booth a dit joyfully.
“Really?” Brennan didn’t normally display her emotions, but she couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face. Then was when she realized that the whole lab was looking at them. Clark was trying hard not to.
“Ok, lovebirds, just because Hacker gave toi clearance I am not tolerating Angela and Hodgins over again.” Cam shouted from the platform. She didn’t notice both Angela and Hodgins going crimson.
“None of my business-“ he muttered as he tried hard to look away. Hodgins raised his eyebrows at him.
“Are toi sure this is the best way to tell people?” Brennan asked, her mouth still not moving.
“Sorry.” Booth blushed. “I mostly just wanted to see your face; toi were like ‘where’s my dead body?’ and I was like-“
“What’s wrong with you?” Brennan laughed. Booth sighed.
“I’m tired. If I stop moving, I’ll fall asleep.”
“Maybe toi should go accueil and sleep-“
“Maybe toi should come with me… I’m not leaving toi to deal with this lot, sorry, par the way, and we have got a dead body so…”
“Ok.” Brennan smiled. She ran onto the platform and grabbed her stuff and her suit.
“Good morning Dr. Brennan.” Clark said.
Hodgins frowned at him. “Congratulations on the happy couple.” He congratulated her. Brennan was about to say that that was inappropriate at work but she bit her tongue and returned to Booth, who was going a bit red with Angela staring at him happily.
“Could toi tell her not to stare at me –“ Booth a dit as they turned to leave.
“Ange, don’t stare at Booth.” Booth frowned. He could imagine Angela’s gloating face, and what he had just done… he needed a coffee.
“I need a coffee.”
“You need sleep.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, toi need sleep.”
The elevator’s doors closed. Brennan pressed the button to the parking lot.
“I can’t sleep, I’ve got work. I think it’s my punishment.”
“For what?”
“For dating ou wanting to rendez-vous amoureux, date you.”
“So, we are dating now? Officially, I mean.” Brennan a dit slowly.
Booth frowned and panicked. “Why? Is the spark gone?”
“What? No, I mean yes! I mean no! No! Sorry. No, the spark isn’t gone.” Damn it. The ring was getting into her head. Booth looked confused and slightly hurt. “No, it isn’t gone.” Brennan a dit calmly, reaching up to Kiss him. The elevators doors opened. A confused intern carrying a tray of something looked at them.
“Screw it.” Booth said, s’embrasser Brennan. Not the best choice of words, though, he realized.
The intern joined them in the lift but kept to himself. Then he couldn’t take it anymore and left on the suivant floor.
“Why do we keep on going up? My car is down.” Booth a dit between kisses.
“Does it really matter?” Brennan replied in the same way.
Cam was waiting for the lift and what she found didn’t please her.
“Come on, people! Murders to solve! Get your buts to the crime scene, now! Oops, let me in. I’m coming too…”
Booth blushed and Brennan looked smug. Cam looked annoyed.
“Don’t even dare.” Cam sensed Brennan moving an inch suivant to Booth. If she had wanted to work at a High School, she would have.
She calmed down once Brennan settled for holding the hand that Booth offered.
He put the other hand in his pocket. His medal was all that was there… not the lighter, the poker chip ou the… he panicked.
“Actually, I’m going home. To sleep. toi two will get along without me, right?” he a dit quickly once they were out of the elevator.
“How will we get there?” Cam frowned, but Booth had jumped into his car and drove off.
*
“It’s gotta be here… no! Dammit!” Booth argued with himself as he threw his clothes around his place. “How could I loose-“ Lost things. Brennan’s apartment. He reached for his keys but they weren’t there.
“Dammit!” he cursed. He gave his place a good look. It was a mess. He growled and started throwing things back into place. Ah-hah! His keys.
He rushed over to Brennan’s apartment and was thankful of the fact that he had a key.
“Not here – not here –“ he was looking around the place, found a pair of his pants and looked in the pocket. The ring was there. But he hadn’t looked in his pants first. He had looked in the bathroom, around the sink. He was crazy happy, and not for the ring.
