Okay I just finished the nice sweet, romantic Bones fanfic and now I wanted to do something a little more… ahem, lusty. It starts of very innocent but finishes well… you will have to wait and see. It is relatively short so I have already written the whole thing. I'll post a chapter every 24 hours as long as the reviews roll in. I'm warning you though, it is not as innocent as my last fanfic. : P
Oh and by the way this is set in roughly season 3-ish when Angela and Hodgins are still together. I was watching the dvds today and remembered how often I used to wish that Bones and Booth would go crazy in that secluded little exam room.
Enjoy…
As Booth walked up the stairs of the Jeffersonian he was slightly annoyed. Bones wasn't answering her phone… again. That meant only one thing; she was examining the skeleton. They had spent the entire previous afternoon recovering a skeleton from an unmarked grave on an abandoned property being surveyed for redevelopment. Naturally, Brennan had spent the entire day in the Examination Room 1 with the completely skeletonised remains. Hodgins had extracted all the trace evidence he could but it was minimal which meant that solving this case and giving the person back their identity fell to Bones alone. She had taken it on as her mission, not even considering breaking for lunch as Booth knew she wouldn't. This was what lead Special Agent Seeley Booth to walk through the sliding glass doors for perhaps the millionth time to find his partner.
"Hey G-Man!" Booth heard coming from somewhere near Hodgins workstation.
"Hey Ange." He replied walking towards the source of the sound only to find Angela sitting on her fiancé's lap sharing a large serve of Chinese food. At least someone was breaking for lunch, Booth thought.
Angela just grinned guiltily and pointed with her chopsticks across the forensic platform toward the opposite wall.
"She's in Exam 1." Angela said with a sly smile without even having to be asked before returning to her lunch.
"Thanks," Booth said walking away. "Enjoy your lunch, Hodgins."
Booth's sarcastic smile and tone elicited a huge grin for the entomologist who yelled after him, "Will do, man!"
Hodgins and Angela then abandoned their lunch for other endeavours.
As Booth entered Examination Room 1 he felt a shiver run through his spine. He had always sort of hated this room. With its bland walls and out of place single shiny over- polished table in the centre of the room that had supported countless remains. Not to mention the floor to ceiling plastic boxes filled with bones still waiting to be identified which were all lit, giving the room an eerie glow.
Booth shut the door behind him knowing Bones probably wouldn't be too happy about being dragged away and force fed lunch and he really didn't need the whole Jeffersonian hearing what they would probably label a lover's tiff. The rumours running wild in this place were even worse that the Hoover and that was really saying something. I suppose each building had their resident gossip fuelling the false rumours. It was a good thing Angela and Sweets were separated most of the time; united they would be unstoppable.
Brennan looked up from her table when she heard the door shut and turned to see Booth with a look on his face akin to a boy walking into the principal's office knowing he was going to get into trouble but also knowing it was unavoidable. Rolling her eyes and knowing exactly why Booth was at the Jeffersonian she returned to her remains.
"I already ate Booth. I grabbed something from the cafeteria."
"Oh really?" Booth said walking closer to Bones, "What did you have?"
Booth asked in a way that made it clear that he knew she was lying. Rolling her eyes yet again, Bones turned to face him.
"I am a grown woman Booth, I can take care of my own nutrition." She said her tone condescending but there was warmth in her eyes. As much as it would pain her to admit, Brennan liked that Booth worried about her even if it was unwarranted.
"Well apparently not so let's go. There is a piece of pie at the diner with your name on it." Booth said turning towards the door.
"Booth, I do not like my fruit cooked. How many times!"
"You'll come around. I'm sure of it." Booth said with one of his classic charming smiles that always disarmed Brennan no matter how annoyed she was. Yet again, it worked as always.
"You're never giving up are you?" Brennan asked with a grin.
"Never," Booth replied without one. The double meaning in his words was apparent even if Brennan didn't really catch on… as always.
Brennan's eyes widened as Booth took hold of her hands and delicately pulled both of her disposable gloves off simultaneously and walked over to the yellow biohazard bin to dispose of them.
"Ya coming Bones?" Booth said still relying on his smile to keep Brennan placid.
For the third time in five minutes Brennan rolled her eyes and walked toward the door but as she placed her hand on the door handle it locked automatically and they heard the slamming of an airtight barrier on the other side as a loud alarm started blaring.
"Dammit Hodgins," Brennan growled. "Not again."
I know it starts out playful but that changes. The story sort of evolved on its own. Stay tuned and please review.