CAN'T DO A THING
Story Summary: Brennan is seeing someone. Booth is jealous. Will the pent up UST become too much and get the better of them both?
Rating: T (for now anyways).
Chapter One: Can't Do a Thing to Stop Me
Leaning back into the passenger seat, Brennan continued staring out the window absent mindedly. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily, "You're an asshole, Booth."
Her date was going well, very well infact. Daniel was funny, smart, incredibly good looking and he could actually hold an intelligent coversation, unlike most of the other men she had gone out with. He practically exhaled confidence, and if her vibes were picking up correctly, she expected he would be the same in the bedroom.
Not that she had any first hand knowledge, yet.
It was 'technically' their fifth date, according to Angela anyway. Brennan was quite confident that they would finally get to spend the night together, uninterupted.
That was, of course, until a certain chocolated eyed FBI agent stuck his nose into her personal life – once again.
First it was 'Bones, we have a body'. Then it was 'Bones, we have an I.D.'
Now it seems as though they had yet another case that demanded her attention right this minute.
"Look Bones, I'm sorry for interrupting your date. It's just, this case – you know how it is."
"What about Zach? Why can't he do a recovery for you? Why must I?"
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No, Booth. There is nothing wrong with Zach doing just one recovery for you. He's completely qualified now, I still don't understand why you have a problem with it. Zach is very competent Booth, he was my grad student, you know." She stressed the point, why was he being so difficult? He was always saying how she should get out more often, and now that she was, he was acting like a jealous teenage boy. Pfft, and men think women are confusing? Yeah, right.
"The FBI assigned me to work with you. Not some technowiz, robot making, super brain, IQ in the ionisphere, barely our of high school dweeb. You with me, that's how it goes Bones."
Her blood boiled, no way was he gonna play that card with her.
"Stop the car."
"What? No, why?"
"I think I'm going to be sick." Really, it wasn't all that far from the truth.
Quicker than she anticipated, the Tahoe flew to the curb and Brennan swung the door wide, slamming the door behind her, beginning to make her retreat in the opposite direction.
"Hey, woah, hold up, Bones. Where you going?"
"Home." She yelled back, not bothering to turn to face him.
"What happened to being sick?"
"Oops, I lied."
"C'mon Bones, get back in the car."
She just kept walking, barely resiting the urge to stick her middle finger out behind her retreating form.
"A little dramatic don't you think?"
For her, yes, maybe a little. "No!"
"Bones, come on. This isn't funny."
"Piss off Booth."
"What about the case?" He yelled after her, she was almost out of earshot.
"I'll take care of it."
Dammit, Booth thought to himself as he climbed back into the SUV, what the hell had he done to piss her off this time?
Two blocks away Brennan pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and dialled a familiar number.
"Hello, Zach Addy."
"Hi Zach, I didn't wake you did I?"
"Not at all Dr. Brennan, what can I do for you?"
"How would you like to do a recovery for me?"
"I would be honoured."
Thankful, she passed on the information Booth had given her and wished him luck, Agent Booth would be awaiting his arrival.
Disconnecting, she smirked; Booth was going to have a fit when Zach turned up at the crime scene instead of herself.
Quite pleased with herself, she turned the phone again and dialed another number.
"Hi Daniel, it's Tempe. Is it too late to take you up on that raincheck?"
Booth be damned, she was going to get laid tonight. And there wasn't a damned thing he could do to stop her.
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