Spoilers: Well, not really. The only spoilers in here, I've learned about from anyway.
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Author's Note: Coffee is good. Woohoo, fourth fic. Are they getting any better? Worse? Answers appreciated very much! And does anyone else find Booth's point of view way easier than Brennan's? Or is that just me? Oh well. Tell me if I should go on. I'm not sure. This is my first attempt at chapters...And a story with an actualy plot. Not that I know what it is yet. But It'll get there if I get enough reviews...Oooh, insentive...
Booth thought as he drove through the city, towards the Jeffersonian.
Coffee. Their whole relationship was based on one thing. Coffee.
Well, according to Brennan, their entire relationship not only involved coffee, it depended on it. This, of course, didn't sit well with Booth, but he did have to admit, coffee was important. But, to be fair, he was twisting her words a little. Or a lot...
Whenever a case was getting her down, or him, they'd resorted to coffee to cheer each other up. Granted, he did it half for himself, so he didn't have to drink the insipid coffee they offered at the Jeffersonian, but he'd take her coffee in the mornings, take her to the diner for lunch, or even dinner. Most of the real, un-case-related conversations they had were had over coffee.
It'd also allowed him to touch her mouth. This was not something he could ignore. How long had he been wanting to do that? How many times had he imagined what her lips would feel like against his skin? Only every time he touched her, every time he saw her, every time he smelled her subtle perfume. Of course, he'd quickly made a joke of it, but when it had happened...it was...intense.
The only time he could remember not yearning for the feel of her lips was when he saw her with Sully. Sully. Dear God, he hated that man. He had stolen His Bones, and taken her where Booth could not, without even a consideration for anyone else. People always say that they're happy if the one they love is. Boy, was that so far off the mark for Booth.
No, he was not happy for Brennan, she could have better. She could have him. He was far, far too jealous, too angry to convince himself that he was happy for her. Still, for her, he put on a brave face, convinced her that he was happy for them; His Bones and that creep, Sully.
But that was over, he told himself. Sully was gone. For a very long time. And she had stayed. And he was ecstatic. Of course, he hadn't shown this, either. This would have given him away, and made Brennan uneasy. No, instead, he played 'content'. While there was a party going on inside of him, his manner was calm, almost normal. Almost.
Booth dragged his thoughts back to coffee. Coffee was a sign that they cared; a sign that they knew each other well. It was also something the two had in common. So much of the time, the two simply could not understand each other, and though they both believed this is why their friendship was indeed so sturdy, it was still refreshing, comforting, to know that they had something they could share, something a little less macabre death.
He thought of this all as he walked into the Jeffersonian, looking for His Bones. He could see her on her platform, and for a minute he stopped, staring at her. He was so rapt, eh didn't notice Angela walk behind him until she leant forward and whispered in his ear.
"Having fun, G-Man? Undressing her with your mind?" He turned to look at Angela and tell her to shut it, when he heard Brennan call his name. Angela grinned, and then kept walking towards her office.
"Booth...What are you doing here? Did someone get murdered?" He winced at her bluntness.
"Hello, Bones. Hello, Booth, how are you?" - He imitated her voice, making her roll her eyes - "I'm well, thank you Bones. And yourself?" He continued this little one-man conversation until she called his name again.
"Booth, you never answered my question. Why are you here?" She hadn't meant it to sound rude, she'd just wanted to get his attention, and figured that small sentences were best, considering his present attention span.
"Well, Bones, since you are so nice and chatty today, I was wondering if you would like to take a break...You know, eat something, like a normal person?" She rolled her eyes again. "He quickly figured he wasn't getting very far, so he added, "I have some case files I'd like you to look over, too..."
"Well..." She weighed the pros and cons, trying to decide. He gave her his Charm Smile hooking his thumbs into his belt. She looked again at the remains in front of her. They could wait. After all, they had been buried for three hundred years.
She looked again at Booth. Oh, yes, they could wait. "Okay. Just give me a minute. I'm covered in dirt."
They both turned when they heard an irritated cry of, "It's not dirt!" from behind them. Booth laughed and Brennan smiled as she led the way to her office.