The Ties that Bind
I own nothing; Bones belongs to Fox and its affiliates as well as Kathy Reich's. I simply want to borrow them for my own amusement. All constructive reviews are appreciated and welcome, no flames please.
Ch 1- Headaches and Dinner Invitations
The warm spring air drifted through the corridor, the only sound was the slight humming of the overhead fans and the crisp click of heels as the owner strode purposely down the hall towards the open concept stairs. Dr Goodman clutched the small embroidered envelopes in his hand, pausing at the top of the stairs looking down at his team as they hustled around their newest find. A decomposing mass of bones that seemed so far gone that they looked to be earth more so then bones. Taking a closer look as he rubbed the brow of his nose already feeling the headache that he knew would be inevitable.
"Oh this is going to be lovely" he thought to himself, frantically scanning his memory hoping that he did in fact refill that aspirin bottle sitting in his desktop drawer. Taking a deep breath and slipping on his "game" faced he ventured down the stairs.
Brennan's assistant Zach Addy on his periodic glances up from the realm of his microscope where Dr. Brennan had him attempting to identify a piece of foreign matter encased in the remains. As he was attempting to loosen the crick in his neck he spotted Dr. Goodman with his trademark "game face" and upon further observation he noticed the small white papers in his hand that presently were being clutched like spears.
"People, people I have presents for you, don't push everyone gets one"
"What is this?" Jack Hodges took one carefully, like it was a snake coiled and ready to strike. "This looks suspiciously like some sort of invitation" he capped his displeasure with an irritated frown.
"The FBI Charity Event Gala?" queered Angela with a small smile upon her face
"Yes, due to our valuable work with the FBI we have all been invited to this event this coming Saturday, ah Dr Brennan? Temperance?" he waved her invitation towards her crouched form in irritation. "You get one too; can I perhaps persuade you to tear yourself away from that mandible to listen to what I have to say for a moment, hmmmm?
"Hmm yes" Brennan finally surfaced the expression on her face clearly indicated that she had no idea what they were talking about. "Zach, any luck with that foreign matter?"
"Not yet Dr Brennan, I'm still cross referencing"
"Keep working on it, Angela can you see if you can sketch from anything that we have here I know it's somewhat degraded but I have-----. She was cut off abruptly by a hand on her forearm.
"Dr Brennan, I realize that your work is very important to you, however; the gala is not an option. I received word that Dr. Clay Townsand will be present, Dr. Townsand is a great admirer of the work done here and his contributions here are VERY important." He punctuated his point in placing the invitation into her hand with a stern expression.
"Dr. Goodman, I'm sure the good doctor is a great admirer of our work but—"Hodges started on his inevitable conspiracy, anti social diatribe that was abruptly cut off.
"But nothing, your going Hodges no exceptions, you ALL are, Dr. Townsand is a respected entomologist with a vast fortune and contributor to your work. You will be on hand to thank him personally understood."
"Hey, hey guys listen these came this morning" Seeley Booth came rushing in his trademark style, his suit jacket flying behind him and a half smirk on his face. "Oh good you got them already" At the expression on "Bones" face he couldn't hold back the smirk.
"What's the matter Bones, women are supposed to love a chance to get dressed up."
"You know perfectly well, I'm not a fan of these events but it seems that I have no choice in the matter isn't that right Dr. Goodman?" her irritation in full force now
"Special Agent Booth, we are delighted at this opportunity and will most certainly be there" Dr Goodman smiled.
In response Booth beamed back and they both turned their gaze on Brennan, standing with her hands on her hips looking defeated.
"Yes, we looking forward to coming" she sighed and her voice carried the tones of her resentment.
As Dr. Goodman turned and headed to his office, in no doubt searching for that elusive bottle of aspirin Dr Brennan inwardly groaned. This would prove to be an interesting evening indeed. Turing back to her sanctuary and barking orders from the microscope she immersed herself in her world.