This story was the idea of Nyre The Black Rose. Thanks, I hope you like this story.
This story takes place about six weeks after Brennan told Booth that she was pregnant. This story is rated T for language and adult situations.
I really don't own Bones.
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During his weekly Monday morning meeting, Deputy Director Cullen brought up a topic that he knew his agents were less than thrilled about, the FBI company picnic.
"Okay, it's getting to be that time of year again, ladies and gentlemen." Cullen sternly looked around the small theater daring anyone to groan or moan like they usually did. "The company picnic is coming up and I want you all to be there this year. The turnout last year wasn't what it should be and I don't want to see a repeat this year."
Holding up his hand, Booth asked, "What if we have a case and can't get away?"
He had known that Booth's hand would be the first up and he was prepared. "Unless you're in Anchorage, Alaska, I expect you to show up to the picnic. The higher ups want to see their agents happy and having fun this year, so make sure you're there."
Determined to get out of going to the picnic, Booth held up his hand again. "What if we're pursuing a wanted felon and are on the verge of arresting the felon? Isn't that more important that a picnic?"
Cullen glared at the agent and responded forcefully. "Arrest the son of a bitch and get your ass to the picnic. The higher ups want everyone to come to the picnic for at least few hours . . . Oh and they expect you to show up with spouses or dates."
Holding up his hand for a third time, Booth asked his boss's boss, "What if some of us aren't married and we don't have girlfriends at this time, can we . . ."
His irritation turning into anger, Cullen interrupted his head of Major Crimes. "I don't give a rat's ass if you come alone or with your mother. You make sure you show up at the picnic. I'm going to have my secretary there with a list and she's going to mark off the names of all of the agents she see's there. You better make sure your name is crossed off that list or you could find yourself in Bismarck, North Dakota next January testing outdoor gear for the rest of us. Got it?"
Disgruntled, Booth gave in with ill-grace. "Got it."
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That evening, Booth and Brennan were staying at his apartment enjoying their new relationship. This was their sixth week living together and so far everything seemed to be going smoothly. Brennan wanted to keep their relationship a secret for now and Booth had agreed to go along with it. His partner had told him that she wanted to be more comfortable with her new relationship before their friends and co-workers found out about them. Since Booth loved the alone time with Brennan, he was happy to go along with her wishes. Why not? This way he didn't have to share her attention with anyone.
Sitting on the couch watching a National Geographic special about some tribe in whatever land, Booth decided that he needed to bring up the picnic with Brennan. "Um . . . Bones . . . I have to go to the FBI company picnic this year. Cullen won't let me weasel out it like he normally does. I guess the Director told him that he wanted all of his agents there this year and he isn't making any exceptions."
Surprised that there was a picnic, Brennan looked at Booth in puzzlement. "Have you ever gone to this picnic before? I don't remember ever hearing you mention an FBI company picnic before."
Not sure how to explain his hatred of the picnic, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Nah. I always find a way to miss it . . . I've never mentioned it because . . . well, I hate those things. They're hot and boring and I have better things to do with my time."
Seeking a way out for Booth, Brennan asked him, "Did you ask Cullen if you could miss it if you were on a case? I would think a case would have precedence."
Disgusted that there was no way he could avoid it, Booth nodded his head. "He said he didn't care if we're on a case or not. I have to be there. He also wants me to come with a date."
Not sure if he wanted her to come with him, Brennan decided to broach the subject. "Do you want me to come to the picnic with you?"
Surprised that she was offering, Booth smiled. "If you don't mind, Bones, I sure would. I don't want to go by myself."
Brennan smiled and assured him. "Of course I'll go with you, Booth. It might be interesting to study how your fellow agents relax when they aren't on duty."
Leaning over and kissing Brennan, Booth encouraged her. "If you want to study my fellow agents then you go right ahead. You can write up all the stupid shit they do . . . As for me, I plan on drinking beer and sleeping under a tree."
Puzzled about his plan, Brennan placed her hand on his knee. "Wouldn't you rather sit with me and keep me company while I do my study? It would seem a little odd for us to be there and you just sleep."
Booth realized that she had a point. "Well, as long as I can drink beer under a tree while you sit next to me, doing your study, then the answer is yes."
Amused, Brennan laughed. "I see that beer and trees are not negotiable."
Shaking his head, Booth patted her hand. "Nope. If I have to be at the picnic then I plan to be the company stick in the mud. It's all part of my plan."
Not sure what he was talking about, Brennan shook her head. "What's a stick in the mud? . . . and what plan?"
A mischevious smile on his face, Booth gently squeezed her knee. "A stick in the mud is a pain in the ass Special Agent who will not play any FBI games and who will glare at everyone who looks at him . . . If I'm anti-social enough, then maybe I won't have to go to next year's picnic. A good plan huh? "
Brennan decided that she had better point out the fallacy of his plan. "Or you could end up in Fargo, North Dakota. I saw an interesting movie about that town once and it seemed to be very cold in the winter time . . . You know Cullen will punish you if you make him unhappy. I don't want to move to Fargo, North Dakota, Booth."
Thinking about it, Booth realized that she had a point. "Okay, stick in the mud is out. I'll just be a wallflower instead."
Amused, Brennan leaned against him. "Can I be the wall for your flower?"
Laughing, Booth pulled Brennan closer to him and hugged her. "I'm sure my flower would love it.
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