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He was flirting with her. He sat right in front of the mother of his child and flirted with another woman. Bones was getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?
She isn't even all that pretty, she thought, petulantly. OK, maybe she had nice hair, if you like brassy redness. And her eyes were sort of…bedroom, Booth would call them. Bedroom eyes, whatever that means.
The suspect Booth was supposed to be interrogating laughed at something Bones had been too preoccupied to hear, and she touched his knee! That was it. She'd had all she could take of this! If that's the kind of woman he likes, than he can just have her!
Bones stood and marched out of the room, glaring at him for good measure. She got to the car and awkwardly got in. She waited, fuming, for another ten minutes, before he waltzed out the front door of the suspects house, grinning broadly.
He got in the drivers' side and started the engine before turning to her.
"Are you OK, Bones? You left in a hurry. You need some crackers, or something?"
"I'm fine," she replied, stiffly, "I'd like to go home now, please."
"OK." Booth didn't know why she was mad at him…again…but obviously, she was. He was smart enough not to start talking now, so it was a quiet drive back into DC from the small suburb they were in.
They were almost home, when he spoke. "All right, why are you mad at me, now? What could I possibly have done between getting out of the car and getting back in it? All I did was interview a suspect!"
"You can drop me off at my apartment, Booth," she said, refusing to even look at him. She knew it was petty, but she just couldn't help it. The anger was fading, leaving a deep ache inside. It was surprisingly painful to know he wasn't attracted to her anymore. Admittedly, she had expanded dramatically, recently, but it was only because of his child inside of her uterus! It was his own fault, how dare he flirt with another woman!
He pulled over and turned off the car. Turning to her, he reached out and gripped her chin, forcing her to turn and face him. She hadn't realized she was crying until he brushed the tears off of her cheek.
"Bones," he said, gently, "what's wrong? I don't understand, and I can't fix it until I do. You're the one who always explains things to me, so, please, help me with this," he pleaded.
She shook her head, afraid that if she put it into words it would just confirm her worst fears.
"Please, Bones, it kills me when you cry. Please talk to me. We're not going anywhere until I know what's wrong. So you might as well tell me now."
She looked at him and took a breath. "What did you think of her?" she asked, calmly.
Booth was taken aback by the unexpected question. He thought for a second and said, "I don't know. I don't think she killed him, if that's what you're asking."
She snorted. "Of course, you don't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You find her attractive. "
He blinked. "You're jealous! That's what this is about. You didn't like my interrogation technique." He started to grin.
"Interrogation? That was an interrogation? Joking and flirting and touching is how you interrogate a suspect, now?
"Sometimes," he shot back. He was actually enjoying her jealousy. It was nice to be on the receiving end for once. However…he couldn't let her stay so upset in her condition. "Bones, she's just a flirtatious kind of woman. I flirted back to put her at ease so I could get more information out of her. I would have warned you if I had known what she was like, but I've never met her. I didn't know."
He touched his forehead to hers, and said, "You're the only woman I enjoy flirting with. It's your touch I crave. Your body I want to drown in. Your smile that lights me up inside. You are the woman I want to wake up with and go to bed with and spend my life with. I love you, Bones. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. Longer." He leaned back, and kissed her palm. With a gentle smile, he said, "I'm in too deep. I'll never let you go."
She was smiling and crying openly, now. How could he make her feel so beautiful, when she'd felt so horrible just moments ago?
And, of course, he couldn't leave well enough alone. Feeling good after averting disaster, he grinned again and said, "Gotta' love those pregnancy hormones, huh?"
Her soft smile dropped from her face, and she sat back in her seat, and said, stiffly, "I'd like to go home, now, Booth."
Right back where he started, Booth's head dropped onto the steering wheel and thumped there a few times.
"Me and my big mouth."
The End