Temperance Brennan watched the muscles play along Seeley Booth's back and shoulders as he drew his sidearm and took aim. She'd seen him do it many times before, more times than she could possibly count, and depending on the circumstances she had previously admired him as he did it, but this time was different. He didn't know she was watching.
He wore a white tee shirt and tight black jeans, his leather jacket hung on the back of a chair near where Brennan stood.
She watched his body react ever so subtly to the recoil of the .45 he was firing. He fired fairly rapidly, each shot finding the middle of the target. His feet were planted, she knew he was completely focused on the weapon he held and the target in front of him.
He emptied the magazine and lowered his gun, looking at the target a moment. Then he dropped the magazine from the grip and slammed another in place, then ratcheted a shot into the chamber.
Brennan's mouth watered. The reaction surprise her. She looked around quickly, but she was ignored by everyone in the gun range. I must be ovulating, she told herself, trying to apply practicality to a situation that unnerved her.
Brennan had come to the range to find Booth, to tell him that she was bringing chinese food over to his place that evening. They had been working a particularly troublesome case, rife with dead ends. They were finally on the trail of the murderer, but he was very good at covering his tracks. He was currently in the wind.
Booth was in the range right now, Brennan knew, because he was frustrated and shooting relaxed him.
Brennan waited until Booth fired every round he'd taken in with him-all 400. Booth could have seen her if he had paid attention, but he was focused, at that moment there was nothing in the world but Booth, his gun, and his target. While she watched him, she admired him. A fine specimen, she mused.
His brown eyes showed his surprise when he opened the door to the lanes and saw her. "Bones, what's up? Did we get a break in the case?"
"No, Booth, I came to invite you to dinner. Or, rather, invite myself to bring you dinner."
His eyes tightened for a moment - thinking of the case, she knew - and then he smiled as he digested the rest of her words. "Sounds great, Bones."