2B or Not 2B
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I don't own the pun either. Just the product of me finally noticing something.
Summary: A probable moment from the near future.
"Bones," Booth said sliding her chair forward for her, "We have to figure this out."
"I don't understand why," she craned her neck over her shoulder to look at him.
"Bones, It's kind of hard to live together when we have two separate apartments. So, 2B or not 2B?" Booth asked with a smirk as he slid into his own seat.
"Shakespeare? What does he have to do with this?" Bones crinkled her brow in confusion.
"Bones... what is your apartment number?"
"Well, it's 2B, but you should.... Oh, you made a pun," Bones cracked a smile.
"So... your place or mine?" Booth reached over and took her hand.
"Neither apartment will provide a sufficient amount of space."
"Yeah... you do have a lot of junk," he joked.
"Far less than what is crammed into your apartment I can assure you," she shot right back.
"Ouch, Bones. You accumulate when you have kids."
"Then we really need a much larger home," Bones said as she pulled the menu up right to look it over.
"Parker doesn't have that much stuff."
"Mmmhmm," she just continued to look the menu over.
"Ya know Bones, that is kind of mean, he's just a kid."
"Booth, I in no way meant to imply that Parker was a pack rat."
"Can I start you all out with some wine? Our house red is a Merlot and white is a Riesling, both from Napa Valley," the waiter was reluctant to interrupt their conversation, but he had a job to do.
"Merlot sounds good," Booth replied flipping his menu open.
"And you ma'am?" The waited asked directing his attention to Bones.
"Water, please," she closed her menu and laid it in front of her.
"Very well," the waiter turned and left.
"Since when do you turn down alcohol I'm buying?" Booth questioned looking at her with a slightly lifted eyebrow.
"Since about three months ago."
"Oh," Booth furrowed his brow and studied his menu while he tried to figure her logic out.
"Your wine sir," the waiter placed the glass in front of Booth, "and your water ma'am."
"Thank you," Bones replied moving the menu so he could sit it down.
"Have you both had a chance to look over the menu? Our specials tonight are..."
Booth's brain finally figured it out, and without the slightest ounce of decorum, he let Brennan know he figured it out, "YOU'RE PREGNANT!"