Dark Romance
Chapter 1: Introduction
No One's POV:In the Jeffersonian
Booth followed his very annoyed partner into her office.
"I should've had him!" She yelled. She threw her hands out in front of her and blew up a vase. "Damn, I actually like that vase."
"Bones." He said, his voice as gentle as velvet. "It's OK." He walked closer to her. "Don't blow me up." He joked.
"Then don't make me angry." She shot back, sitting down at her computer.
""You know you're lucky, that I'm not a witch and none of my gifts are triggered by anger, or else you'd be a vampire." He stood behind her and knelled down to whisper in her ear. " Just like me."
"Haha, very funny Seeley." She muttered back at him.
"Don't say my name again or I may jump you in the office."
"Is that as promise?" She asked. He smiled seductively. Then a knock startled both of them. Angela walked into the room.
"Hey Ange." Brennan smiled.
Booth looked over. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I just heard a crash, is everything OK?"
"Just devine." Booth replied.
"OK then." Angela replied and left.
"You don't need to scare the mortal Booth.
"Oh c'mon!" He muttered.
"Just go back to the FBI building and I'll meet you at my house." She told him.
"Unless we have a case." He reminded her.
"Sure, sure." She replied. Booth left, but not before kissing her forehead. "Be safe." He told her.
"Yeah, a woman who can blow things up is in real danger."
"Really Temperance, I don't want to loose you. You're all I have left." He told her.
She sighed. "OK Booth."
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