AN: My name is Jessica Knell. (Yes, the K is pronounced.) I am currently 18 years old, and my plan for now is to attend EIU this fall. I am going as an undeclared major, but I love the arts. All of them, really, but theater is my main love. I feel like it's a good idea to connect with you lovlies. And I mean that: You're never fully dressed without a smile. So go ahead, smile. More on me the more you read :) Well, with no further ado, let's get started.
I'm starting this story from where I am in my Netflix watching of Bones in season 7.. I just got the sudden rush to write in the middle of an episode. Okay enough of me, let's get on with it.
Can't forget: Don't own these shows. I wish, but no.
[I don't know any of the technical lingo so I'm just going to use common names for things. I apologize. Just pretend please :) ]
"Bones, Christine will be fine, she's with the sitter. You'll see her in a few hours," Seeley says to Temperance.
"I know that Booth, I just.. I love her and I miss her so much," she replied, chocking up, "Rationally speaking, she's perfectly in good hands with her, but I carried her in my cervix for 9 months, and I am just expected to.. to part with her?"
"I know, baby, I miss her too. But we've got a case, and the best thing you can do for the next few hours is make her proud," he responds, putting his arm around his partner.
Temperance smiles and nods. "I love you so much, Booth," she said leaning in for a kiss.
Booth kisses her and said, "I love you too, darling. Let's get to the scene."
They arrive at the park when someone on the scene tells them a kid tripped over the body running around in the rocks. He ran crying to his mom and she called the police. "I'd run crying to my mommy too," Booth says, trying to lighten the mood. Brennan glares him down and he stiffens up.
"We are not bringing Christine to this park now," Brennan says, kneeling to examine the bones.
"Damn right we aren't. What do we got?" Booth responds.
"The jawbone suggests female, mid 20s to early 30s. Caucasian according to the bridge of the nose and the shape of the eye sockets. Deterioration of the bones puts time of death at about 4 days. Blunt force trauma present on the third and forth ribs on the left side. I'll need samples of the surrounding rocks and the bod-," she starts, but Booth cuts her off.
"The body shipped back to the Jeffersonian," he yells to the workers. To Brennan he says, "I've done this enough times to know what to do. Need help up?" He smiles at her, and reaches out help up Bones, but as usual, she refuses.
"Then you should also know," she responds, grunting as she gets up, "that I don't need help getting up." She smiles regardlessly at Booth.
"You're right, I'm sorry."
"As you should be," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck. "My part of the job can't be completed until the bones are transported to the lab. Until then…" she tiptoes to kiss her baby's father and he kisses back. After a few kisses, she pulls away. "I- I'm done now," she says as she walks away.
Booth, slightly stunned, watches her walks a few steps before saying, "I'm not done. Bones! Bones come back!"
She walks faster to his car, almost a run and gets into the passenger seat before he can catch her. She locks the door and laughs.
Booth bangs on the driver's side window. "Bones, unlock the door! We have to get you to the lab! Bones!"
Bones, pretended she can't hear him says, "I'm sorry Booth?, what did you say? The glass is too thick and I'm not very adapt at reading lips." She breaks into a grin.
He matches hers while still slightly frustrated. He can't resist her gorgeous smile. He pulls on the handle again. "BONES!"
She gives in and unlocks the door. He climbs in the car, and shuts the door. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that."
"Oh really?" She asks him.
"Yeah you are, miss. I may have to take you downtown," he responds slyly, leaning across the console towards her.
"Officer, I have no idea what you're referring to," she whispers.
"That's Special Agent Booth to you," he says kissing her and leaning the seat back.
Okay, stopping there before I get carried away.
Feedback would be appreciated. The more feedback I get, the more I'll write. Tell me what you think, and share with your Bones loving friends! (and i'll try not to write too much fluff. Unless it's requested, of course.)
Goodnight from the USA, lovlies.