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Title: Incidents
Author: kris932
Rating: T just to be safe. Very mild swear words.
Spoilers: Takes place after "The Widow's Son in the Windshield"
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Summary: Just some of Booth's musings on some of the more intimate incidents in the Pilot.
Author's Notes: My first Bones fic. It may become a two or three-shot but will not be a full fledged story. Any advice, flames, constructive criticism, wild rantings, etcetera…are more than welcome.
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"GET DOWN"
It had been a week and that incident was still playing over and over again in his mind. His shouting 'get down' and physically reacting at the same time to any possible danger, was simply that, a reaction. That was what he was trained to do after all. He was a FBI agent.
"Why are your eyes closed?"
Had she actually laughed at him? All right, maybe she hadn't quite laughed at him, but amusement clearly shown through in her tone. She was supposed to be the highly intelligent one! Why did he have his eyes closed? He thought they were going to get blown up! So he had his eyes closed…while trying to shield Bones with his body. It had to have helped had an explosion actually gone off, right? Yeah, he knew that was highly unlikely, but he wasn't going to change his stance on the matter, Brennan's questioning aside. Amazingly enough, she wasn't mad at him for the prolonged physical contact. He had to admit he may have lain there a few seconds too long. Just amused…
"It's just a transmitter."
Well, if he had realized that from the beginning then none of this would have happened and he wouldn't be sitting in his office pulling a Bones and over analyzing each and every one of his movements and thoughts while in that bank vault.
His Bones had been amused. He simply felt awkward and embarrassed. First he had misinterpreted any danger to them then he ended up lying on top of his partner. For far longer than was necessary he had to admit, considering, they were not about to get blown up.
It surprised him that Bones had seemed oblivious to those very long seconds of physical contact. Thankfully, Angela had not, A) witnessed what he did B). Been informed by Brennan what had transgressed and C). Asked or insinuated anything about why they were working together (quite smoothly he might add) again.
He didn't want any of Angela's ridiculous romantic notions to get between him and his Bones. They had enough problems as it was between her father's arrest and the second incident.
That damn cup of coffee.
He had spent all that time trying to get her to slow down. Just to sit back and have coffee, was that to much to ask? Brennan was going to run herself to the ground on this case.
"Hey, hot!"
Then came his 'smooth move' to protect her from getting burnt. For the split second that his hand touched her lips the world stopped.
She actually thanked him! In fact, though slightly awkward, that led them to start joking with each other and a rather pleasant day working though mounds of paper work concerning the case together. Not that he found paper work pleasant or anything. Oh no, no desk job for Seeley Booth! But with Bones there it was not hell at work like it usually was.
"You and me, we're the center."
What ever weirdness that had transpired while Zach was in Iraq was over. Done. In the past. Welcome home Zach! He would do anything to keep his Bones by his side where she belonged, not in the lab with the rest of the squints 24/7. Even accept that the squints came as a packaged deal with Bones.
They made a perfect team with their imperfections.
There was no way he would risk losing her to the lab, or an explosion, or anything else. He'd fight to keep her safe. That was the only way he would stay safe and happy.
And he swears up and down that she kissed his hand.
At least he wishes she had.
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