A/N: Hm.. I'm starting to like this oneshot thing :) Though I feel like I'm writing too much of them lately.. Anyway, I hope you like this one :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones :(
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They ran towards the exit, gaining a lot of strange glances from other people in the diner. Brennan threw the door open and hurried outside, her partner quickly following behind her. Booth could hear the door open again just seconds after it had closed behind him, but didn't pay any attention to it. He followed Brennan to his car and quickly grabbed his keys from his pocket. He unlocked the car and jumped inside as his partner did the same on the other side. He had just started the engine when he heard a knock on his window. He looked at the person knocking and internally winced when he saw the angry face of the owner of the place he'd just left. Swallowing, he rolled down his window and waited for the man to speak.
"Sir, would you mind to pay for your drinks?" The owner asked with a passive aggressive smile plastered on his face. Booth could hear a hysterical giggle escape from Brennan's lips.
"Look, let me just explain this to you." Booth answered, opening his door and getting out of the car. He signaled the man to come a little closer to him and whispered, "I left the money on the counter when we ran out, but I didn't want my partner to notice."
"Sure. And I painted the Mona Lisa," the owner answered, "just pay for the drinks, or I'm calling the cops."
"I ám 'the cops', okay?" Booth said, starting to get agitated. He reached for his badge but didn't find anything.
He reached again.
Still nothing.
The man was looking at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.
"Eh, I left my badge at home." Booth started to understand that the situation wasn't looking to good for him.
The owner stretched out his arm, the palm of his hand facing up.
Sighing, Booth pulled out his wallet and paid for the drinks a second time.
"Thank you so much." The owner said, still with a fake smile on his face.
Booth shot him an annoyed look and climbed back into the car.
They drove in silence for several minutes when Brennan suddenly started talking.
"You know I could still hear you when you were whispering, right?"
Booth's head snapped towards her. "What?"
"Look, I'm not mad. I understand that you didn't want to steal, it's just that now I still haven't done anything bad."
"You'll get a chance someday." He said.
There were a few more minutes of silence and Booth thought she'd accepted it, when she brought it up again.
"What do bad people do? I mean, things that wouldn't get me in jail." She asked.
Booth thought for a moment, finding it hard to come up with something that wasn't extremely childish, and neither a crime.
"I don't know.. they cross lines, break rules, things like that."
A small smile began to form over Brennan's lips.
"Cross lines?"
"Uhuh."
"Like," she placed a hand on his thigh, "the one you drew two years ago?"
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So, did you like it? :D
btw, I'm wondering if I should keep posting the oneshots as different stories or just put them all in a collection..