We suck at summaries but read our story anyway. And please be gentle! It's full of fluff and angst and romance and danger and everything you want in a story. Oh and Bones get kidnapped...again.
Authors Notes
Jemb: My first co-written story and done with two of the best, Elvawen and Niah1988
Niah1988: Yet another co-written story. This time I've joined forces with Jemb and Elvawen, both amazing writers. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Read and review, and we'll give you loads of cookies!
Elvawen: My first co-written story! SO much fun to write, and jemb and niah are amazing. XD Review please!
Bones woke with a start, her beautiful crystal shining bright sparkling ocean like blue eyes popping open. She immediately rolled off the small couch in her office and walked over to her desk, fresh as a daisy.
"Hmm, I seem to have fallen asleep at work again. I guess I should get the spare clothes I keep here for just that reason and go have a shower." Tempe spoke out loud even though no one was in her office or the lab. After all, it was only 5am.
Fifteen minutes later she pulled on her sexy blue lab coat and went to the platform where a set of bones lay out on the table. As she leaned over the table to scrutinise the bones, her brilliant mind was suddenly distracted by thoughts of her partner Seeley Booth and just how much she loved him, or didn't, or did but wouldn't admit it, or really didn't and was just teasing everyone by pretending like she did but didn't.
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At 9am, Angela came bounding into the lab, jumping up and down squealing. "Sweetie, Oh my God! It's Wednesday morning. Sweetie, I am so excited!"
"Morning Angela." Brennan nodded, not taking her eyes off the bones laid out before her; because they were so much more interesting than a real live person.
"Sweetie, aren't you excited? Booth might come by today. Sweetie, you and Booth are so meant for each other. I'm going to make it my life's mission to get you two together, sweetie." Angela rubbed her hands together as she formulated a plan to get Booth and Brennan to spend some time together and admit their real feelings.
"Booth and I are just partners. I don't think of him that way." Or do I, or do I not and just pretend that I don't while pretending that I do? Is anyone else confused???? Bones took a moment to look at her friend who was still bouncing up and down.
"I like your costume Angela." Brennan commented on the apparent school-girl outfit Angela was wearing. "I didn't realise it was Halloween."
"It's not, sweetie." Angela replied, confused by the comment. "Don't you just love it?" She twirled in a circle making the skirt flare out a little. "Sweetie, I think it suits me perfectly. You know how much I like to dress to suit my personality."
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A little later Seeley strode into the lab and marched right up to the platform where Brennan was working on yet another set of bones. Despite spending all morning debating with herself her true feelings for her partner she had managed to identify a civil war soldier, inform his relatives and pay for a burial since they were too poor to afford one themselves.
"Tempe, we have a new case. I need to whisk you away so you can change into that sexy blue jumpsuit and make observations about a gross looking body while I pretend to understand what you say."
"No Seeley, I have lots of work to do. I can't just drop everything when you walk in here with a new case."
"Come on Tempe, what's so important that it can't wait?"
"I have to sign some forms so that some lab technician we've never mentioned before can go on vacation."
"Awe honey, that wounds me." Booth held both his hands over his heart.
"I'm still not going with you." Bones glared.
"Then I'll have to make you." Booth stepped over to Bones, grabbed her arm and slung her over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a feather. Well, given that he hadn't seen her much that week and she never ate unless he made her, she had lost a lot of weight.
"Seeley, what are you doing?" Brennan asked as she checked out his ass.
"Taking you to the crime scene." Booth replied as he strode across the lab with Bones over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
"Sweetie, this is so romantic. Booth is totally in love with you sweetie!" Angela cooed after them as she jumped up and down and waved goodbye to them.
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Twenty four hours later the case was solved. Bones had identified the skeleton and Booth had tracked down the relatives, interviewed them, established that the victim frequented a bar, visited the bar with Bones who got into a bar fight after a customer told her she was a hottie, interviewed the owner, found that he was having an affair with the woman, talked to the owner's wife and after staring her down in an interview room got her to admit to killing the victim.
Seeley sat on the couch in Bones' office and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Well, that's another murderer behind bars, Seeley." Brennan yawned.
"All in a day's work, huh T?"
"I suppose you ought to go home so I can sit here and brood in the dark about how much this case has affected me before falling asleep on my couch again."
"I am kinda tired babe. So instead of spending the next twenty minutes telling you that you need to rest and should go home and sleep in your bed, I'm just gonna leave so you can pine after me then drift off into a restless sleep wondering if I love you."
"Goodnight Seeley." Brennan rose to her feet with Booth and walked him to the door. "Say hi to Parker for me."
"Shit, I was supposed to pick up Parker. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to endure another lecture from Rebecca about how terrible a father I am." He shrugged. "Later, Tempe!" he called as he strode through the lab. Brennan stepped back into her office and slid behind her desk into the chair. She knew she should go home but, hell, she hadn't been home in over a week and quite frankly couldn't be bothered.
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It was yet another glorious day at the Smithsonian... uhm, Jeffersonian. Jack and Addy were lurking about; doing nothing in particular since they were only useful whenever there was a case. And even then they were only allowed to open their mouths whenever someone felt the need to hear the word "conspiracy" or just wanted to make fun of Addy's new haircut.
Cam was hiding in the shadows, waiting for a helpless man to pass by so that she could jump him and lure him away from his girlfriend.
And Angela? Well, she was on her way to Bones' office, to torture her with endless questions about how the two minutes phone call with FBEye Candy had gone.
"Sweetie!" she squealed upon entering Tempe's office. "How did that phone call go, sweetie?" Angela skipped over to her friend who was studying herself in the mirror that had magically appeared on her desk.
"I don't know what means," Bones monotonously said. She frowned. "No, that's not it." She cleared her throat and pressed her hand against her chest. "I… don't know… what that… means…" Tempe shook her head. "That's not it either." She paused for a few seconds, before she threw her hands up in the air, widened her eyes, and exclaimed in an exasperate voice "I don't know what that means!" This time she smiled; she even giggled. "That's it. Let's try that again." Her face became serious again right before she threw her hands up and loudly said "I don't know what that means!"
"Uhm… Sweetie? What are you doing, sweetie?"
Bones quickly put the mirror away. "I was trying to write another chapter for my book, but I got a little side-tracked."
Angela nodded her head in understanding, while chewing on her ever-present chewing gum. "Writer's block again, sweetie?"
Her friend shrugged. "Yeah, but it'll be gone by the time Booth gets here, and since we're having a conversation about him, I expect him to burst into my office in about…" She checked her watch. "Three… Two… One…"
"Hey sweetheart, we've got another case!" Seeley chirped, bursting through the door.
Bones sat up straight. "Oh goody, my writer's block has suddenly vanished! Don't throw me over your shoulder just yet, Seeley; a brilliant idea has just hit me! I'm going to write a steaming sex scene between my two main characters. A scene that is, of course, based entirely on you, me and your huge equipment!"
Her partner flashed her a charm smile. "Okidoki, Tempe. Write all you want. I'm just going to stand here, in the middle of your office, looking as handsome as ever, while you write about us."
"Ooh," Angela cooed. "You do that Boothy dear, and then I'll just lie down at your feet here to worship you."
Booth took on a couple of heroic stances while Bones frantically tapped away on her keyboard. Five minutes later she saved her document and sent her partner a bright smile. She only preserved her glares for Cam, her stinky rival.
"Done," Bones announced.
Booth came out of his macho stance and grinned at her. "Did you change our names to the ones of the characters? Remember your editor's face when he read about Seeley and Bones going at it instead of Andy and Kathie."
"Good point." Tempe quickly made the changes to her document. Then she turned her attention back to her partner. "I'm ready to go, Seeley. Just throw me over your shoulder and we'll be on our way."
Booth flashed her yet another charm smile. He couldn't remember the last time he had given her a regular smile. It always had to be one with a high level of charm.
"Throw you over my shoulder? No no, it's Thursday today. And you know what that means? Thursday is…"
"Piggy back day!" Bones cheerfully finished his sentence.
Moment later they exited the lab, Bones happily sitting on Booth's back and cheering him on as if she was a four year old who was riding on her father's back. Angela chewed her gum and adjusted her schoolgirl uniform when Hodgins and Zack approached her.
"Conspiracy," Jack simply said.
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"Tempe, are you okay?" Booth looked at Bones concernedly. She was staring out the window.
"I was just thinking, Seeley," she responded. "I'm fine." But Booth knew her too well to believe her. He waited for her to say something else. "It's just…" she began. "I hate it when people are killed. It's cruel and unfair. I need you here to make me feel better, because I have an emotional breakdown about every single case." Booth nodded understandingly.
"It's all right, Tempe," he said. "I'm right here. It's going to be okay, all right? It's gonna be okay." He took her hand gently and squeezed it. "The comfort sex can wait until later, okay?" Bones nodded, although inside she was disappointed.
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A few minutes later, they arrived at the crime scene. It was a small brown house, quite abandoned-looking. There was a skeleton lying in the yard with the flesh burnt off. Booth took one look at it and doubled over in the bushes, vomiting. However, Bones stepped closer and knelt down in front of it.
"It's female, Caucasian. The last thing she ate was chicken enchiladas, she had two sisters, and she went to Georgetown. Her favourite sport was rugby, although she never played it. She liked to watch it. She had blond hair and brown eyes. She was killed by a man about six feet tall. Cause of death: strangulation." She looked up at Booth. "She also broke her arm when she was three and a half. Her approximate age is 21 years, four months, six days, thirteen hours, six minutes, and—" Bones looked at her watch. "—51 seconds old. 52 seconds. 53. 54. 55. 56…" Booth frowned at Bones.
"Tempe, can you say all that in plain English please? I don't understand your scientific speak." Bones sighed.
"Girl. 21 years old."
"All right, Tempe, sounds good. Let's bring those back to the Jeffersonian. I have to go meet with Cullen, my boss. Even though we haven't seen him in about a year, he's the only boss I've had that we know of, so if we ever need him we just pretend he's here." Bones looked up at Booth.
"Why is the FBI involved in this, anyway? Do they have jurisdiction over here?" Booth looked flustered for a second. He tried to think of something off the top of his head.
"It's um…it's…uh…i—it's…a..." he stuttered. "It's a federal house!" he finally said, triumphantly. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it. "Booth." He paused for a second. "It's Cullen," he whispered to Bones. He turned away, conversing with his boss in a low tone.
When Seeley finished his conversation with Cullen, he snapped his phone shut and turned around, intent on asking Bones a few questions. But she wasn't there. He blinked a few times. Where did Tempe go? he wondered. There was no sign of her.
Yep, Bones had been kidnapped.