Title: Bliss
Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. This is just passing time. . .I was going to make this a one-shot, but thought…meh might as well add some cliffhangers and whatnot while I'm at it.
Rating K -T, It might get a tad bit hotter, probably will but for right now, its rated K .
Song Of the day:There
was something in the air that night
The stars were bright,
Fernando
Chapter One: Something Borrowed
Brennan woke with a start.
Sitting up slowly, she took in her surroundings that she had fallen asleep on the couch in her apartment, unsure of when she made it home from the lab. Another loud knock on the large mahogany door caused her to jump again.
"Sweetie, I know you're in there." The voice of her best friend broke the silence of the apartment. "Open up."
Her stiff muscles protested as she waddled to the door. "Angela?" The artist stood on the other side with her bulky purse in the one hand and matching outfit of dark jeans and green tunic with some African designs that matched the necklace around her neck.
"Come on, Sweetie, its Saturday." Her cheery self brushed pass the anthropologist.
Brennan looked to the clock on the wall and yawned. "You do realize it's seven in the morning? And besides, it's the day I get to catch up paper work and the remains in storage." She shut the door and turned around, to find that her friend had disappeared.
"Think again sweetie, we have plans today." Angela called from the bedroom. "We are already behind schedule."
Brennan followed the voice to her own bedroom where clothes were tossed at her, she barely caught it before it hit her face. "Plans?"
With the mother of all eye rolls, Angela turned to face her. "Yes, now get dressed." Came her firm reply, before leaving the bedroom.
Brennan glared in the direction of her best friend, pulling the wad of clothing from her arms and laid them on the bed. The said choice of clothing consisted of a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt that she wasn't sure belonged to her. "Angela, this shirt isn't mine. . ."
"Just wear what I put out for you, don't change anything." The artist called from what Brennan guessed was the kitchen. The shirt was large, probably left from a past boyfriend. She looked at the tag and the Armani label on the shirt made her smile, it belonged to her partner, how it got into her closet was a mystery.
With a sigh, she sat the shirt back onto the bed and nearly choked when she saw the choice of underwear the artist picked out, a white strapless bra and its matching counterpart of the tiniest piece of panties that Brennan knew for sure didn't belong to her.
As the underclothing found its way to her body, her cell phone rang from the living room, where she had left it. Before she could rush to finish dressing, Angela's voice called out. "Don't even think about it." And the ring was silenced.
Sliding the jeans up her slender legs and fastened the button as Angela pushed her way in. "Here's some toast, we need to leave now or we'll be late."
"Late for. . ." The toast was shoved into her mouth as a pair of flip flops were shoved onto her feet and her hair found its way into a messy bun at the back of her head.
Once she gained control of her own body, she pulled to toast out of her mouth. "Angela, what the hell is going on?" She asked
"We are late." Was her response before pulling her from the bedroom, down the hall and out of her apartment. Shutting the door and making sure it was locked, Angela pulled her cell phone from her pocket to check the time and again began to push Brennan out of the building towards her car.
Brennan bit her lip, annoyed by her best friend and got in the candy apple red Honda Civic quietly. The car was moving before the doctor had time to place the seatbelt on, before she spoke again. "Where are we going, Angela?"
Angela was quiet before shoving the car into gear and thrusting it out of the parking lot. "It's a surprise, Sweetie."
"Is kidnapping part of it?" She asked with a glare, folding her arms tightly across her chest and secretly hoping that Booth would call her for a case, or anything for that matter.
"Sorry sweetie, it's the only way I can get you to come along with me." Angela answered as they pulled onto the freeway, leaving Brennan to process the last twenty minutes.
