Yeah, I know this is very, very short for my standards, but I'm fairly sure that that is how most of the chaps will be for this story. Wish me luck, everyone, this is my first actual crime-related story!
Okay, kindly R+R to let me know what you think of the direction of how it's going, whther the minimal dialogue you see here is in character, etc.
"Disneyland?" Dr. Temperance Brennan asked as she rounded the corner, carrying way too many things and going at a pace that could easily be considered jogging, "Yeah, right. There is absolutely no way I can go with you tomorrow to Disneyland."
He smiled. "Aw, come on, Bones. You know you're the best for the job."
Indeed, she was. And it was obvious, too, at the workload she had at the moment. "You have to be kidding me. Do you have any idea how busy I am right now? First of all," she began, dropping off a pile of folders on Angela's desk only to start briskly walking in another direction again, "I have the paperwork on last week's biker brigade murder. You know, the one you brought in?" He winced.
"Plus we just got in the entire shipment of unidentified skeletons excavated from that burial site found by archaeologists in New Saxon yesterday. Cataloging and characterizing them will take days, if not weeks for my team. Besides, do you really think Cam will let me go right now, what with Zach-" Brennan broke off. "It's not gonna happen."
"Actually..." Booth had a mischievous glint in his eye. "I do." He didn't even turn to look at Tempe, who had stopped in her tracks.
"What?" she asked, sounding angry. "You what?"
"She already gave me permission."
Ha, told you it was short. "Why disneyland?" you may ask. Well, I've been there an freakishly large amount of times since I was, I don't know, two, (so for about 18 years) so I felt the undeniable urge to see Brennan and Booth there. Oh, don't worry, though: I'll be sure to make Brennan hate it, at least at first.
Tell me what you think!