Title: Written in Bone
Dislcaimer: I don't own Bones... except on DVD! I somehow doubt that counts, however.
Rating: T
Author's Notes: I love casefiles. Really. I just couldn't resist! Also, owing to a good deal of time off, this should be updated fairly quickly.
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"They'd better pick somebody very sexy to play me," Seeley Booth declared, waving the prawn he had speared on a chopstick in the air threateningly, "or there will be hell to pay."
The woman across from him, dressed smartly in a knee-length cranberry skirt, cream cami, and denim blazer rolled her eyes. "Why go through all of that trouble for someone with absolutely no screen time?"
"Right, Bones. Deny it all you want, but somewhere along the line your fact-" he held up one hand to demonstrate- "merged with your fiction," he finished, holding his other hand up and bringing them both together.
"Considering the fact that I barely knew you when I wrote the first book-"
"Though you obviously already found me overpoweringly sexy…"
"-any similarities between you and Andrew Lister are purely coincidental. Not that there are many." She paused; quirked an eyebrow. "Overpoweringly sexy?" The corners of her mouth twitched up slightly, but it was Booth's turn to ignore her.
"So what you're saying," he began slowly, "is that since you barely knew me when you wrote the first book…" he trailed off and grinned at Brennan. "…I'm obviously going to have an even larger presence in this one!"
Brennan shot him a Look and concentrated on chewing her beef.
Booth sighed contentedly and leaned back. "I always knew you though I was sexy."
Brennan swallowed her bite of beef so quickly she choked. After sputtering a moment, she wiped her mouth on her napkin and glowered at the man across from her, who was grinning at her smugly.
"See?" He sounded rather triumphant. "You choked. I'm right."
"Maybe I was choking in indignation at your blatant narcissism."
"Oh, right Bones. Pull out the ten-dollar words. Confuse the poor, dumb FBI agent. You know, in addition to being strong, brave, and impeccably dressed…"
"…and more egotistical than previously thought possible…"
"…I have been gifted with astounding intelligence." He ran a hand through his hair. "Which is also sexy."
Brennan couldn't help but smile at his theatrics, but she did give an encore performance of her outstanding eye-rolling. She really had been perfecting that lately. A sarcastic retort to his statement died on her lips when Booth's cell phone rang.
"This is- yes. Of course, sir. Yes." Booth straightened, as if the person on the other end could see him.
Brennan thrummed her fingers on the edge of her coffee cup impatiently. "You know, Booth," she began, returning to her usual disregard for the person on the other end of the phone, but her partner held up his hand to shush her.
"Yes. Mmm… yes. Oh." He was smirking. Not a good sign. "I have her right here, actually, sir."
Brennan shook her head sharply, brandishing her spoon at Booth. "Oh, no, you don't! I have work to do. I have a late 13th century Nuer warrior to work on before I'm supposed to meet with some actress and if I-"
"Excellent. We'll be there soon," Booth finished smoothly, his silver phone glinting as he snapped it shut. After taking another swig of his coffee, he stood up. "Ready for crime-scene time, Bones?" There it was. That smile.
Brennan stared at him for a moment. Then, she rolled her eyes once more, accepted the inevitable, and stood. "If I'm late, there'll be hell to pay."
"You got it, Bones."
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AN: Despite the explicit instructions in my letter, Santa failed to bring me a big box of helpful, opinionated, constructive, and all-around-lovely reviews! Sigh. If you'd like to revive my crushed spirits, please leave a note and let me know what you thought!
(P.S.- Santa also forgot to give me those diamond earrings, so if anyone doesn't feel like reviewing, those'll work just fine, too.)
What's next for our dynamic duo? A murder... and some muffins!