Alright, It's been a while since I've posted anything on these boards, so thought I would give it a bash again.

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Gordon Gordon had smirked when he had tried to explain to him why you don't 'practice' barbecuing with prime rib eye steaks, and it hadn't taken him long to realise that the smirk meant that he had said something that Gordon Gordon found amusingly insightful. Hanging around these squint type people gave him a headache at the best of times, but Gordon Gordon made him unsure of himself and that was worse.

He turns to the psychiatrist, a puzzled look on his face. "So what did I say wrong?"

Gordon Gordon looks confused, "I don't believe you said anything wrong agent Booth, you are implying that you have... so why don't you jog my memory?" His words flow from his mouth like silk.

"You told me that you wanted to learn how to cook the steaks yourself, and I told you that you should practice on Hamburgers or sausages. Then you got the look.."

Gordon Gordon chuckles in disbelief "The look?" Booth nods and crosses his arms over his chest. "Okay Agent Booth, why don't you tell me what you think was going on in my mind?"

Booth looks uncomfortable for a second and turns his eyes back to the steaks. "Obviously, you think that I associate the steaks with something and hamburgers and sausages with another." He smiles triumphantly and nods to affirm his observation.

Gordon Gordon simply leans back in his chair and purses his lips, hands behind his head. "What do you think I assumed?"

"I don't know, you tell me Doc... I'm interested." He plates the steaks and moves to sit down placing a plate in front of the doctor. "really I am"

Gordon Gordon smiles and looks at the steak "Okay." He picks up a knife and fork and gestures to the steak. "This looks splendid, I'm so glad that you cooked it for me, thank you." Booth watches as he takes a bite of a small piece that he has just cut from the steak, once it is in his mouth and he has taken his first chew he closes his eyes and lets out an appreciative moan. Booth watches proudly and starts to cut into his own. "So... I can see now why you leave the steak until you have mastered the rest of the food groups." Booth nods obliviously.

The doctor moves his head down to meet Booth's eyes, Booth sighs and looks up. "Aren't you going to at least let me enjoy it?" Gordon Gordon holds up his hands in defeat.

"You know, one could almost assume that hamburgers, sausages and steaks... all apply to the women in your life." Booth looks up in confusion. "I mean, one might assume."

"I'm listening." Booth drops his fork.

"Well, say for example... like the prime rib eyes steak that "cost 60 bucks a pop" there's a woman who is, let's say something a little more than your average hamburger or sausage."

"A woman?"

"Someone that you would be devastated if you moved too fast, jumped in before you were ready, and ended up to be a disappointment... So instead of trying to push things forward, make a move before you are ready... I mean, I am just speculating here. But it would make sense to practice with something that isn't as valuable as say, a prime rib eye steak."

Booth tries to argue against the assumption, but the words won't seem to find their way from his mouth. The doctor simply smiles and tucks into his steak. Booth looks at his own and pushes it away from him slightly instead placing an elbow on the table and cupping his chin with his hand.

"Damn Psychology"

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