Disclaimer: I don't own Bones - sad but true.
Hi there people... here is another fanfiction of mine. It was planned to be a shortie, but that did not work out... It's still not finished and already consists of 17 chapters. Right at the moment I have some kind of writers block, but I hope going through all the older chapters once again will help me forming the right words for the next chapter... the plotline is already there, just the words are not.
Anyway... I hope you enjoy this one! I wanted to make it funny, fluffy and only a teensy bit angsty. Please let me know what you think!!!
LILAC
by CheeseBK
CHAPTER 1
"Bones!" Brennan could hear the familiar voice saying her name and only moments later Booth was standing beside her. He looked down on the body she was working at with clear disgust on his face "I really should not come here directly after lunch. Civil war again?"
Brennan only nodded, not willing to grant Booth only a bit of her concentration.
Annoyed by her behaviour he said "Bones... hello? Are you there? Or is this just an empty soulless body standing here?"
"Booth... I am working. Besides, I doubt an empty body could stand and I do not even believe in the existence of souls." She shot back.
Booth rolled his eyes. "Whatever... well, Bones... I am not here because of your charming conversation qualities... We have a case."
She lifted the gaze from the body on the table and looked at him for the first time. "But I really would like to finish this!" She said. Booth shrugged her objection away and answered "Zach can do this."
"Booth, you don't have the authority for..." Brennan was interrupted by Booth. "Bones, I do have the authority to take you with me... are you going to come now?"
Mumbling something Brennan set off to inform Zach and to get her things. Three minutes later she came back to Booth, who was impatiently tapping his foot. "Ready?"
She nodded and they left the building. On the way to his car, Booth told her about the case. "Okay, Bones... we have to drive to a club in the centre. They were doing a rehearsal for a show for tonight, but the stage broke and their they found a body... The stage was built 6 years ago, when they did a renovation. There was not possibility to get under that particular part of the stage, so they think that the body has been there since the renovation."
Brennan was taking in all the information while they were driving to the club. From afar they could already see the police cars and the familiar yellow "Crime scene – do not cross" tapes.
When they were standing in front of the club called "Lilac" Brennan noticed that a big rainbow-coloured flag was draped over the entrance.
"Booth... you knew, that this is a..." Booth was staring at the flag too and shrugged "I do know what this is, Bones... a case that needs to be solved, that's what it is."
"You know why they use rainbow-coloured flags? The origins of this..."
"BONES! No lectures!" Booth shook his head and walked towards the stage.
Brennan immediately started to examine the body, while Booth was investigating the scene. Around fifteen people were sitting or standing at the bar, women and men, all of them clad in red and purple clothes that seemed to glitter and sparkle. 'Must be the dancers for the show' he thought.
Only one woman, standing behind the bar, was wearing less eye-catching colours, maybe because her appearance itself did not need bright colours to arrest attention. Her dress was midnightblue and looked very expensive. She looked at Booth and said in a low and seductive voice "Agent... – sorry I did not get your name – if you are looking for the owner... that would be me."
Booth looked at the very attractive red haired, tall woman, suppressed a smile and thought 'Well, well... My part definitely is the better one... Bones has to deal with the body and I get the beautiful woman to have a chat with' He shot a quick side glance at his partner and was surprised to see, that she was watching him. When his eyes met hers she quickly looked back at the body before her. He shrugged and looked back at the red-haired woman in front of him.
"Agent Booth" he introduced himself. "Victoria Silverson." The beautiful woman answered.
Brennan rolled her eyes at the sound of the well-trained seductive tone. 'This woman is used to get what she wants. Soon she is going to ask Booth to talk somewhere 'in private'. She only wants to influence him. Flirting and all that.' She thought and grumbled. The agent nearby looked at her, utterly confused.
Brennan tried to concentrate on identifying the body lying in front of her, but she caught herself watching Booth and Ms. Silverson instead. She tried to stay focused, rational, but something very irrational was rising in her... she tried to force the unwelcome feelings down, but she did not succeed.
Instead of identifying the body, she spent most of the next few minutes watching Booth and the oh-so beautiful Ms. Silverson. Victoria Silverson knew how to deal with men, Brennan had to admit that. When Ms. Silverson moved a bit closer to Booth and laughed about something he had said, Brennan snorted angrily.
'And why am I doing this?' she asked herself and quickly looked down at the body in front of her.
'Male, age approximately...' she started to recite in her head, when the silky voice of Ms. Silverson invaded her mind again: "Why do we not talk somewhere ... in private, Agent Booth." Booth was - 'of course' Brennan thought – following her. 'Like a puppy.'
"Knew it" Brennan hissed and the FBI agents around looked at her astonished. She cleared her throat "Male!" she said, pointing at the body, as if it had not been made obvious by his clothes and haircut. The agents shrugged and shook their heads, going back to work.
Brennan watched Booth and Ms. Silverson crossing the room towards a door with a silver plate, reading "private", when something caught her attention. She watched Victoria Silverson's hips... so eagerly swaying... as if she had to pretend... Brennan looked at the long legs, the facial bones and then her gaze darted to the throat of Ms. Silverson. The dress was high-necked and a stand-up collar covered the particular part of the throat, Brennan was interested in.
Suddenly Brennan let out a loud "HA!" and chuckled. Again all people in the room looked at her in disbelieve. Brennan quickly put on her 'scientist's face' again and said "Male, indeed."