Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. If I did, they would be more handsy again.
Booth looked at Brennan thinking about how her brilliant mind was always working. Always taking in her environment, absorbing all information that is available.
Sure he did the same thing, taking in his surroundings, as a sniper and Ranger it was a must. He knew things too. Things she wasn't one hundred percent solid with. Names and stats of teams, how to change the oil and tires on the car. How to put a room full of panicked people at ease. How to fire or use every weapon known to man.
But not like her.
But the proper terminology, the words he couldn't even read let alone pronounce, was her thing. The ancient words, symbolisms and artifacts that seemed like works of fiction to others, made perfect sense to her. She could have read an article about it 10 years ago, and inform you that what she was looking at right at this very minute was that object, that had been stolen.
Which is what she just did moments ago with the antiquities dealer.
Sure it made him look good, arresting someone for art theft, when that wasn't his department. But it also made him so proud and happy that a woman that brilliant loved him. She wanted to and had married him, wanted his children, and trusted her life in his hands.
No one would ever be like her.
After he put the dealer in the back of his SUV, he turned to Brennan who was checking her phone for emails and messages well waiting for him to cordially open her door for her (it was something she had come to expect and accept of him). She looked up just as he began to crowd her against the truck, opening her arms in automatic reaction to him, she smiled at him, "Booth, what are you doing?" her eyes shifting briefly at the back door.
Leaning down to brush his lips against hers, he cupped her face gently, "Do you have any idea what that big beautiful brain of yours does to me?"
He pulled away from her, leaving her breathless. He smirked at her until she finally managed, "Booth."
His name gasped like that made him want to nearly devour her right there. However they were at work with a suspect watching them intently.
Pecking her lips quickly again, he pulled her forward, opened her door for her, then jogged to his side. "Let's wrap this case up, Bones," he looked at her, "and hope I don't have to talk to the billionaire's mother again." She could see his jaw clench, so she scratched the back of his head with her finger nails.
"If she calls you a whore one more time, I can't be held responsible for my actions," he growled as he threw the truck into drive.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that if you let me go," the dealer said trying to negotiate her release.
Looking in the rearview mirror at her, he growled again, "First we talk THEN I may release you."
A/N:
Thanks to my friends craftyjhawk and dgschneider
