A/N: I wrote this to Simon & Garfunkel's Mrs. Robinson. Listen to it while you read, it might help.
"Bones?"
I heard the nickname, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I was so stressed. I was so tired. And did I mention I was stressed?
"Bones!"
Well, fine, Booth. Don't back down.
"What? What's wrong?" I said, rather unenthusiastically.
He sighed, and then turned to face me. We were driving to a location in remote Virginia, where they had found two bodies. I was already working on two other cases. The publishing date for my new novel was in a week, and that meant press and interviews. I despise press and interviews.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I inquire. He was looking at me very intently, like he was studying me. "You know, you should really be watching the road."
"I know how to drive, Bones."
"I never said you couldn't. I specifically told you to watch the road; it has nothing to do with your driving capability."
"Whatever," he scoffed.
There was a long pause in our conversation. "You're stressed," he said to me.
I turn my head sharply to face his. "How do you know?"
"You're squishing your eyebrows together. That either means you're thinking or you're stressed. And the latter is usually caused by the first."
Another long pause. And this time he pulled the car into an empty parking lot.
"What are you doing, Booth?"
He laughed. "We are going to dance. Now get out of the car."
"What? No! It's raining!"
He ignored my protest, and turned the radio on and turned the volume all the way up. He jumped out of the car and ran to the passenger side and whipped the door open. "Come on Bones! Don't tell me you've never danced in the rain!"
"Actually, I haven't. I don't see why this will calm my stress."
By this time, Booth had me dragged out in front of the car. He had left the car doors open, and the music was blaring.
"Just freaking dance with me, Bones." He held his hand out to mine.
And I grasped it, and I "freaking danced." At first, I thought it was silly. But after a while, it all faded away. We both laughed and twirled and did all sorts of things. I never thought such a childish activity could be so calming.
I also had a revelation.
I never knew Booth had it that bad for me.