Blackouts and Snow
AN: I have some weird story ideas. No clue where this is headed!
Enjoy
Little white flakes were falling from the sky. They had been falling steadily for hours. The temperature was a –40 F. Bones was still working, with Booth laying on a couch sleeping.
Stupid snow. Stupid cold. I can't even open the door to get out! Maybe because the door hasn't been opened since everyone left three hours ago. Stupid case. Bones was annoyed. She hated snow, hated the cold, and had had a date tonight. It would never have worked anyways. Guys just aren't attracted to me. Is it my brains? The fact that I can't get a joke without Booth being there to explain it? The fact I work with dead bodies for a living? Why can't feeling be rational? And why is it that whenever I go out with someone the only thing I have to talk about is my job, my job that always involves Booth? I like that tie… Stop it! Stop thinking of your partner! You're on a case. She continued to try to fit the pieces of the case together. Hey! He's sleeping! He can't be sleeping! Not when I have to work! Bones had just realized Booth was sleeping; she had heard him snore. She glanced over at her glass of water. Two big ice cubes. This is going to be good. He shouldn't get to sleep. Bones grabbed her cup and tiptoed over to Booth. She carefully picked out one of the ice cubes and gently put it on his chest (his shirt was half-unbuttoned). Booth rolled over. What!? He's still sleeping? What else can I do..? Boned surveyed the room. She saw his iPod. She turned it on, found a loud song, and turned the volume up to the max. She placed the ear buds in his ears. He didn't move at all. He's still sleeping?! I'm running out of ideas. Ah-ha! She grabbed a pen and gently poked his armpit. He grunted and rolled over. She poked him again. He grabbed his pillow and tried to swat her. She ducked and poked him again.
"Parker, what is your problem?!" Booth rolled over, pulled the ear buds out, and glared at Bones.
"Hey, I have a new nickname!" Bones tried to suppress her laughter at the look on Booth's face.
"Bones, what is your problem?" He turned a little red.
"You were sleeping."
"What the heck!" Booth just realized the ice cube.
"You sleep like a rock."
"That's what happens when you have a kid." Suddenly everything went black. "Bones? You alright?"
"Yeah, what happened?" Bones was scared of the dark. When you work with dead bodies the dark is creepy.
"Blackout."
"How?"
"I don't know. I don't know everything, though I'm flattered you think so."
"What are we going to do?"
"Eat pie."
"What will eating pie do?"
"Nothing, Bones. It was a joke. Where do you keep your candles?"
"What candles?"
"Come on, I know you have a massive supply of candles somewhere. You always have a different one lit every day."
"Oh, I have some in my office."
"Let's go."
"What? No, wait…"
"Bones, are you afraid of the dark?"
"No, I just prefer to be in the light."
"Afraid of the dark. Here, I'll be right beside you." He grabbed her hand and led her to her office.
This feels so good… Bones thought as she walked next to Booth.
"Okay, so where do you keep them?"
"There's a box under my desk."
"Alright." Booth led her to her desk, bent down, grabbed the box, and let her back to the other room.
"Here we are." He led her to the couch, let go of her hand, and started unpacking the box. He put the candles surrounding the couch. How many candles does she have? He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. When the candles were all lit the room had a very romantic feel.
"Why do you have a lighter?"
"Parker found it somewhere and I took it away from him. Didn't have anyplace else to put it."
"No service." Bones had been messing with both of their phones.
"Looks like were stuck here for the night."
"Yeah…" Bones gazed at all the candles, loving the way the room smelled and felt.
R&R please! New chappie should be up soon!
