This is a new series of snippets centered on Booth and Brennan and what happens when they're alone in the SUV. This series was inspired by Skole Bone, who thought it would be a great idea for me to keep writing them in this situation. So if this sucks, blame her. :)
These do not follow any specific timeline, and in some of them Booth and Brennan will be together, and in others they will still be "just partners". Enjoy, and have a very Happy 2011!
~NM
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
~Lord Byron
She Walks In Beauty
"I don't know why you're so angry. I was simply stating the facts." Brennan shifted in her seat slightly, uncomfortable with the anger radiating off of Booth as he guided the SUV along the busy DC streets.
"I know that, Bones. But…you just can't point out to someone in casual conversation that their breast implants were implanted crooked!"
"But they were horribly disproportionate, Booth. That poor woman should be calling a lawyer, not hitting on you while you were trying to interrogate her." Brennan faced out her window, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrows knitted.
Booth grinned, sneaking a glance at Brennan's profile. "Ah. Now we get to the heart of the matter."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." She refused to look at him, knowing he was wearing that infuriating smirk he always got when he thought he knew something incriminating.
Clicking his tongue, Booth shook his head. "Uh uh, Bones. You know I'm not letting you get away with that. It bothered you that she was checking me out!"
"I don't care about that, Booth. Women look at you all the time, if that bothered me I'm sure I would be clinically insane by now."
Booth shook his head. "Wow, Bones. You're getting better at that whole 'deflect uncomfortable conversations with a compliment' thing. I'm impressed."
Brennan finally turned to face him. "I learned from the best."
Sighing, Booth decided to let it go. "So, where is this doctor's office located?"
"Bethesda." Brennan replied, flipping through her notes.
Booth snickered.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing."
"Booth…"
"Nothing! Really. It's just…the way you say 'Bethesda' makes me laugh. That's all."
"What are you talking about? There is nothing unusual about the way I say the word 'Bethesda'"
"I know, Bones." Booth held back another snort. "It's just…it's hard to explain. Sorry."
"You're so strange sometimes."
"Hello, kettle? It's me, Temperance Brennan. You're black."
Brennan sighed. "I don't think I will ever truly understand you, Booth."
He grinned. "But that's part of my charm, right?"
This time, Brennan snickered.
"Hey! I am very charming!"
Brennan leaned across the seats and planted a kiss on a shocked Booth. "You most certainly are."