THE BEST IS YET TO COME
CHAPTER ONE
"Why won't you go to the party?" Dr. Temperance Brennan, a Forensic Anthropologist, asked her partner and friend, FBI Special Agent, Seeley Booth.
"I don't want to go to the party with you," snarled Agent Booth.
"What's your problem? I said come to the party, not come to the party with me", declared Tempe.
"I don't go to company parties. End of discussion. " Seeley replied with anger in his voice and he walked away.
"Fine. Whatever," said Tempe as she walked back into the Jeffersonian Institute where she worked.
The Jeffersonian was having a Christmas party and Agent Booth was invited. After all he had his own security pass and spent many an hours there working with Brennan and her "squints".
Tempe was not pleased with Seeley's reaction. He was acting strange but not sure why. He loved to dance and was always game for a steak dinner, which was on the menu.
As the day progressed Tempe found herself day dreaming about her partner. The first time she met him she thought he was unbearable. He would talk about cars and his son like they were something extraordinary. How can a piece of 40-year-old metal and a 3-year-old boy who still wore diapers be "extraordinary? Tempe thought after Booth first told her about his restoration of vintage cars and his son he had with his ex-girl friend.
Tempe's mind then drifted back to a time in the summer when Seely came to her place to pick up some files for a case they were working on. He had on a t-shirt, jeans, boots and had at least 2-day facial hair. His dark hair was hanging in his left eye. She felt the blood rush from her face when she opened the door. Damn! He's sexy. She remembers her impure thoughts as he stood there talking to her and she ignored him, entranced with his rugged good looks. And when he smiled his crooked smile, she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Tempe, do you have the skull so I can do a sketch?" asked Angela who worked with Tempe and was a wiz at drawing an uncanny sketch of people from what was left of their skulls.
"Tempe, Earth to Tempe." Angela said in a louder voice.
Tempe shook her head and undid the smile she had on her face as she handed a skull to Angela.
"Thank you," said Angela as she turned towards the door.
"Must have been some daydream. Anyone I know or would like to know?" Angela winked at her best friend as she held the skull carefully with both hands and left Tempe's office.
Tempe was back to reality and stood up suddenly when she noticed the clock was ticking away. "I need to focus and get some work done", Tempe muttered out loud. She sat back down and started pounding away at the keyboard of her laptop for the next 2 hours.