Title: I Still Have a HeadacheRating: T, for a little language from David.
Disclaimer: Fox still hasn't gotten back to me on how much it costs to buy a T.V. show, but I'm pretty sure I can't afford this one. I'm just borrowing.
Spoilers: Two Bodies in the Lab
Summary: Brennan cancels her date with a less-than-pleased David.
Notes: I couldn't help but wonder what Brennan said to David when she called. Especially considering the fact that we haven't heard from him since. Reviews, comments, criticisms, and anything else would be fabulous!

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She got as far as the vending machine just down the hall before she stopped. She leaned against the warm, humming plastic with her eyes closed for a minute, then an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. She pulled out her cell phone and punched in a number.

"David?"

"Hey, Temperance! I was just getting ready."

"Listen, David, I… don't think I can make it tonight. I- err, still have a headache," she finished lamely. The line was silent for a moment.

A very long moment.

"If you don't like me, you can just say so, you know. There's really no need to get shot at, or interrogate me, or whatever. I can take a hint." He sounded bitter, and who could blame him?

A pissed-off Brennan decided she that definitely could.

"Listen, David, I do like you. Things have just been a little crazy. I thought you would understand that."

He snorted. "A little? Perhaps we could get that smart-ass FBI agent of yours to interrogate me again, if that's your idea of a hot date."

Suddenly, she was livid, full of white-hot metallic anger that seemed to pour into her from nowhere. "That FBI agent of mine," she hissed in a cold, mocking tone, "Just hauled his smart ass out of the hospital to save my life. I have been dragged into a warehouse, knocked out, and hogtied by a guy who planned to scoop out my eyes with a house key, surrounded by dogs waiting to rip the flesh off of my bones, had a gun put to my head and heard a shot fired," she spat, then paused. "I am not in the mood to go on a date with you tonight, David."

There was a long pause. Finally, a sheepish, "I'm sorry, Temperance," but at that point Brennan had already snapped her cell shut and was striding up the hospital hallway.

The door to the room swung open, and Booth looked up.

"I- err, still have a headache," she said lamely.

Booth just grinned.