Ratgirl71 wrote a little story "An Awkward Moment" that triggered this story. Thanks for prodding my muse. This takes place during "The Lady on the List".

Note: After I wrote this I noticed that dharmamonkey posted an Oliver Wells vs Booth story. I haven't read it yet, but you can bet it's really interesting. I didn't want to delete my story so here it is.

I don't own Bones.

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Sitting in Angela's office, across from the Angeltron, Booth was busy looking over a report that Angela had been working on all morning. She'd agreed to help him try to find a fugitive wanted for the kidnapping of young twin girls. The eight year old girls had been freed after the ransom had been paid and so far the kidnapper had eluded Booth's best efforts to find him.

Overly excited, Hodgins rushed into Angela's office, clapped his hands together and shouted. "Ange, you are not going to believe what I overheard?"

Curious, Angela stood up and met her husband in the middle of her office. "What now? Has someone finally admitted to stealing my peanut butter because if you know who it was . . . ."

Impatiently, Hodgins interrupted his wife. "No . . . no . . . nothing like that. No, I was going to go see Brennan in the exam room when I overheard Oliver talking to her. You are not going to believe this, but that dude tried to get Brennan to go out on a date with him."

Shocked, Angeal grabbed his arm and squeaked out. "What. . ." Stopping, Angela coughed. "I mean, what? Are you kidding me? That so-called genius knows she's engaged to Booth . . . Oh my God, Booth."

Horrified that the man had overheard them, Angela turned to stare at the back of the office and laughed nervously. "Okay, Booth . . . now you know good and well Brennan doesn't like Oliver . . . Booth?"

Walking out of the back room, Booth shook his head. "You two would get a lot more work done if you'd actually spend time working and less time gossiping."

Hodgins felt a little panicky, "Booth . . . Dude, Dr. B turned that guy down flat. I mean she told him she doesn't like him. She took care of it."

Not in the mood to forgive his friend for gossiping about Brennan, Booth pursed his lips and stared at Hodgins until the entomologist started to feel a fine sheen of moisture building upon his forehead. Satisfied that he might have made his point, Booth turned towards Angela and held up the report she had given to him earlier. "Thanks, Ange. I'll let you know if this was helpful."

Worried about how calm Booth was, Angela decided he was too calm. "Okay, Booth . . . really you don't have to do anything about Oliver. He's a douche but he's harmless . . ."

Holding up his hand, Booth shook his head. "I'm not going to kill him, Ange. What kind of a guy do you think I am?"

Without thinking, Hodgins muttered, "The kind of guy that doesn't think . . ."

Angela jammeed her elbow into her husbands stomach and ignored Hodgins while he gasped in pain. "We think you're a very kind and compassionate man who wouldn't hurt a fly unless the fly was armed and threatening people."

Gasping for air and almost speechless from the pain, Hodgins croaked. "Yeah, Dude . . . what she said."

His eyes rolling at the weak save from Hodgins, Booth placed the folder under his arm and left the room. Watching him leave, Hodgins grabbed Angela's arm. "We have to get Oliver out of here . . . now!"

Turning, Hodgins ran out of the office and then past Booth as the agent walked towards Brennan's office. Not surprised to see Hodgins run past him, Booth tried to hide his smile as he turned and entered Brennan's office. Sitting on the couch, he decided to wait and see what would happen next. He definitely needed a laugh after the morning he'd had. This should be good.

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Bursting into the examinations room, Hodgins was thankful that Oliver and Brennan were still in the room. He also noticed that they had been joined by Cam who was listening to Brennan make an observation about the current case. Holding his right hand against his chest, he breathed in deeply. "Dude, I . . . uh, . . Well, I kind of overheard what Oliver said to you earlier, Dr. B and well . . . Uh . . Well, I thought it was funny, so I went to talk to Angela about it and uh . . . Well . . . uh . . ."

Annoyed, Brennan interrupted her co-worker. "I am not interested in gossip, Dr. Hodgins. I don't care who you told about the conversation you overheard. It isn't important."

Hodgins gave her a sickly smile. "Well . . . um, maybe you should care . . . um . . . Booth overheard me."

Turing in disbelief, Cam stared at the younger squint in horror. "Oh my God. What did you do, Mr. Wells?" Not giving him time to answer, she turned towards Hodgins and asked him a more important question. "Where's Booth?"

Not one hundred percent certain, Hodgins lifted his hands up and shrugged his shoulders. "I think he walked into Brennan's office." Turning towards Oliver, Hodgins warned the man. "Look, he has a gun and a very short temper. You need to go home and don't come back for a few days. Let Booth calm down first. You might get through this unharmed."

Puzzled, Oliver shook his head. "Isn't he head of Major Crimes for the FBI in this district? I hardly think he'd commit murder. He might be irritated with me, although I don't know why since I wasn't asking for sexual favors . . . "

"Oh God!" Cam placed her hand over her heart. "Just stop right there. I don't know what's going on, but if you hit upon Dr. Brennan that is totally unprofessional. It's also dangerous. Dr. Brennan's fiancé is not someone to trifle with. He's a sniper for God's sake."

Irritated Brennan placed the bone in her hand down on the table and took her gloves off. "I think everyone needs to calm down. Booth is not the person you seem to think he is. He will not shoot Oliver just because he had the temerity to ask me to go out on a date."

Piping up, Oliver insisted that they get that right. "A non-sexual date."

Hodgins vigorously shook his head. "Dude, quit saying sexual and really don't say that around Booth. He'll drill you between the eyes."

Her eyes large, Cam quickly nodded her head. "Mr. Wells, I am ordering you to go home . . . Right now. Do not come back until I call you."

Shaking his head, Oliver protested. "I am not in danger. You people don't have a clue. I have a degree in psychology and I've observed Agent Booth enough to know that he is more rational than you give him credit for."

Brennan threw her gloves in the bio-hazzard box and walked past Hodgins towards the door. "I concur. I'm going to my office now."

Pointing to the doorway, Cam fumed at the intern. "Go home Mr. Wells . . . right now."

Her faced filled with anger, Oliver had not choice but to give in. "Alright . . . fine."

Watching him leave, Hodgins shook his head in amazement. "That guy is playing with fire and he doesn't even know it."

Aware that Cam was glaring at him, Hodgins blushed. "What?"

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Entering her office, Brennan observed Booth reading a sheet resting in a folder in his hand. "Booth, what are you doing here?"

Glad to see her, Booth closed the folder and stood up. "Angela was working on something for me and since I was over this way, I dropped in to look at it." Stepping closer, Booth smiled at his fiance. "How about lunch?"

Relieved to see that Booth was indeed calm and not the raving beast Cam and Hodgins thought he woudl be, Brennan felt a certain smuggness that she knew him better than they did. A smile on her lips, Brennan walked over to her desk to retrieve her purse. "Yes, of course."

Oliver Wells determined to fix something he didn't really think was broken, walked into the office as Booth neared the doorway. "Agent Booth. May I have a word with you?"

Staring at the newest squint under furrowed brow, Booth glanced at Brennan and then back at the squint. "I'm on the way to lunch."

A little nervous at Booth's tone of voice, Oliver cleared his throat and pressed on. "I have a tendency to rub people raw. Mostly it's because I'm smarter than everyone around me, but it's also because I'm direct. I asked your fiance to go out on a date with me. My intention was to actually spend some time having a conversation with someone that can actually understand what I'm saying. I wasn't looking for sex so you needn't worry about that. I'm not a threat to you in any way, even though you are relatively average and I don't have a clue what she sees in you."

Irritated, Brennan moved across the room towards Booth. "Mr. Wells, I find . . . though you are apparently trying to apologize to Booth . . . that you are being quite rude and condescending."

Holding up his hand, Booth laughed. "Don't worry about it Bones. The guys got stones I'll give him that." Turing his attention upon the squint, Booth gave the man a rather evil smile and shook his head. "Look Ace, you're about as much of a threat to me as that iguana Bones has over in the glass case next to her desk. You're not Dr. Brennan's type. I don't think anyone is your type." Turning towards Brennan, Booth held out his arm. Amused Brennan placed her arm around it and walked him out of the office.

Curious, Brennan asked Booth as they approached the exit. "What exactly is my type?"

Booth leaned over and kissed his partner on the cheek. "Oh, you only have one type . . . Me."

Amused, Brennan returned his kiss and laughed. "I believe you're right."

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Okay, not much of a story; but, I wanted to do something about Oliver and his rudeness towards Brennan. What do you think of it?