A/N: I'm here again with a new fic. I know I haven't updated "I hear the bells", but I'm not sure people are actually enjoying that fic, so... I decided to write this one because the plot has been bugging me for a long time now. It's diferent from what I'm used to write, but I hope you like it. Just give it a try!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the song The lady is a tramp, by Sinatra (great song, check it out!!!)
The lab was completely empty and the only sound heard was his own soft footsteps on the corridor as Booth made his way to his partner's office. As he approached the glass doors a soft voice could be heard in a familiar melody. He decided to slower his pace. Entering the room he had to fight not to laugh at the sight in front of him.
His partner, world renowned forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan, had her feet up on her desk, shoes off and eyes closed, humming with the music. Her feet and head shook in the rhythm and a smile played over her delicate features, showing her enjoyment.
Booth smiled at the sight. She could open her eyes at any time and kick his ass all the way to Brazil, but as he watched her relaxed as he never saw her before, the only thing crossing his mind was: totally worth it.
With an evil grin, Booth made his way over to the stereo on her bookcase, tiptoeing without making a single noise. As the music made it to the chorus, he pressed the stop button and amusingly his partner jumped up startled, ready to defend herself from her unknown attacker.
"Booth!" she screamed as she registered the tall FBI agent standing in front of her desk now. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she asked as she placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.
"Jumpy much, Bones?" asked Booth, a smirk playing over his lips as he received a death glare from his partner.
"No, but you don't have to be on sniper mode with me, you're allowed to make noise," she said as she balanced herself with a hand on her desk while putting her shoes back on, "If you don't stop that, I'll put a little bell around your neck". Booth made a disgusted face, imagining himself walking around like a cow. Bad image.
Shaking his head to rid of stupid thoughts, he watched as Brennan gathered her files on a pile in the corner of her desk, a frown on her face as she concentrated on the simple task.
"Sinatra, Bones?" Booth asked, amused as she hid her blushing cheeks, "Never pegged you as a Rat Pack kind of girl," he said with a smile that she returned.
"Yeah, well… I like it," she said, shrugging, "It's relaxing".
"No Tibetan Throat Singers?" asked Booth.
"Or Foreigner?" she added, and they shared a secret smile as she crossed to the other side of her desk, standing in front of Booth.
"The Lady is a tramp," Booth said, breaking the momentary silence, "Are you a lady or a tramp, Bones?" he asked, wiggling his brow playfully.
"I don't know Booth," she said softly as she brought her body closer to his, "What am I?" she asked when her face was closer to his. He smiled a sweet smile at her flirtatious way. The lure was unbelievable, and her lips never seemed more luscious. She smiled back at him as another one of their moments came.
A knock on the door was all it took to break the spell.
"Ready to go?" came a voice from outside the office and both heads turned to see Sully standing there. The partners broke away from each other at full speed.
"Yeah, I'll just get my purse and coat," said Brennan as she made her way behind her desk. Booth ran his hand through his hair, pushing all inappropriate thoughts of his partner to the secret compartment inside his head for latter indulgence.
"Hey Sul," said Booth.
"Booth," said Sully, eyeing his friend suspiciously, "Late night visits to the lab?" he asked.
"Just wanted to see if Bones had anything to eat yet," he said, tossing and catching his poker chip in the air, trying to seem casual.
"We're just on our way to Wong Foo's," said Brennan while wrapping her heavy coat tightly around herself, "Want to come? The rest of the team will be there," she added quickly, knowing Booth wouldn't go with just her and Sully. Talk about awkward.
"I don't know…" in his mind, he was working on multiple scenarios to escape the situation, but one look into her deep blue eyes, reflecting the innocence a child would hold, made him think otherwise. "Sure, why not? But you're buying," he said pointing at Brennan, standing at the doorway beside Sully.
"Okay, so let's go," said Sully, throwing an arm around Brennan's shoulder, receiving a sweet smile from the doctor. She really did enjoy his company, it was very relaxing and warm to have someone so alive around.
"Let's take my car then," said Booth as they exited the forensic area, going into the elevator.
"No, I can drive my car and you drive yours," said Brennan as the metal doors closed and she pressed the button for the desired floor. Sully just smiled, his girlfriend could be very stubborn, and he learned to simply let her talk. It was way better than to pick a fight he would certainly lose.
"Bones, we're all going to the same place. It makes sense that we use just one car. Latter, I can drive you back here to get it," he said, appealing to her rational side. The scientist tilted her head to the side, contemplating his argument. As she made her decision, the doors to the parking structure opened and she stepped outside, being followed by the agents.
"Okay, Booth. But you're definily driving me back," she said as she found her way to the familiar SUV. Both men smiled. They could win any argument with her, but in the end, she always had to have the last word. Booth opened the door and sat himself on the driver side as Brennan was situated on his side and Sully got comfortable in the back seat.
The drive to the restaurant was passed in silence as the awkwardness had settled itself thick around the passengers. Booth concentrated his eyes on the road as Brennan and Sully looked out the window as DC passed in a blur before their eyes. Within minutes they reached the parking space in front of Wong Foo's and the group got out of the car as if it was burning.
Booth headed inside first, promptly trying to avoid the now holding hands couple. Brennan actually looked comfortable holding Sully's hand, for mankind's shock and for Sully's pleasure. As the little bell on top of the door announced a new costumer's arrival, Booth walked briskly through the tables over to the booth where the familiar faces of the squints all looked up in question.
"Nervous, Booth? What's up?" asked Angela as she saw the agent drop himself by her side on a thump. He glared at her and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could muster one word out, the bell rang again and their heads turned again to see Brennan and Sully walk through the door.
Angela smiled a secret smile and patted Booth's hand sympathetically, "Don't need to say a word," she said in a low voice as the couple approached the table. Booth rolled his eyes as if saying "it's not what you think", but Angela just ignored him as she turned to her best friend.
"Hey sweetie, I almost thought you weren't coming," Angela said as she pushed Jack and Zach in order to make room for her friends. Good enough space was made, but on the wrong side of the booth as Brennan sat now between Booth and Sully.
"Talk about ménage," said Angela in Hodgins' ear, making the entomologist laugh. Brennan raised an eyebrow in question and Angela just shrugged with an innocent smile.
"Talk about what, Ange?" asked Brennan, knowing full well what her friend said.
"Nothing, sweetie. I said absolutely nothing," said the artist, chocking up on her own saliva as she tried not to laugh. Sid chose this moment to make his appearance.
With a smile the owner contemplated what to bring to each of the squints and agents. Before he turned to get their meals an eyebrow was raised as he shared a smirk with Angela and whispered, "What is up with the sitting arraignment?" She smiled back at him as he walked to the counter.
"So…" said Angela as she searched her brain for something to talk about. It was truly a miracle for her to run out of things to say.
"So…" said Hodgins, accompanying his girlfriend. Brennan just put her head on her hand as she placed an elbow on the table and blew a deep sigh. In the corner of her eyes she could see Sully watching her on one side and Booth watching her on the other.
"Some weather huh?" said Sully, smiling sheepishly.
"I hear it's going to rain a lot this season," said Angela. When she noticed Brennan's head turn discreetly over her shoulders she had to fight not to laugh. Her friend seemed claustrophobic between her hunks. As Sid brought over their meals each concentrated in getting their plates empty as fast as they could so they could bail.
Angela noticed with amusement that Brennan, being left-handed, kept bumping her elbow with Booth's, who was right-handed. Eating was proving to be difficult for the partners.
"So, today I was talking to Nancy from archaeology and she told me she was seeing this guy that had a weird thing for her shoes," Angela decided to blurt it out before anyone could stop her. A trick she learned from Brennan; say it fast so no one sees it coming.
"He has a fetish for her feet or for her shoes?" asked Brennan, laughing at her friend's choice of topic.
"For her shoes. She said he loved to watch her walk in high heels. First she thought he liked to watch her legs in them, but one day she realized he was looking way down," said Angela, chewing her noodles.
"At least he only looked at them, right Ange?" said Brennan and Angela started to laugh.
"What?" asked Booth, trying to comprehend the missing joke.
"Skip," simply said Angela as if it explained everything.
"Ah, Skip" said Hodgins, understanding.
"Skip what?" asked Booth, frustrated.
"My ex-boyfriend," said Brennan.
"Skip?" asked Booth.
"No, his name was Walter," said Brennan, wiping her mouth with the cloth.
"So why do you call him Skip?" asked Sully, entering the conversation.
"Well, I always knew he had a thing for my shoes," started Brennan slowly, registering her friend's very alert ears, "He used to ask me to keep them on when we were having sex," at that Angela saw the FBI agents choke. They obviously didn't like to think about Brennan with another man. Booth had a bigger problem with that, of course.
"Way to be blunt Bones," said Booth between coughs. The food just went directly to the wrong way. Brennan laughed; Booth was always self-conscious when it came to talking about sex.
"Anyway, that doesn't explain why you call him Skip," said Sully.
"Right. Well, we call him Skip because he skipped out the door when I got home and found him inside my closet wearing my shoes," said Brennan, laughing.
"But he didn't exactly left on his own, right Bren?" said Angela.
"I might have helped him out," said Brennan, receiving an incredulous look from Angela, "Okay, I threw him in the hall," admitted the scientist, "He skipped out when I threw his own shoes in his head".
"At least he wasn't wearing your clothes," said Booth and everyone laughed. Except for Zach.
"Why would Dr. Brennan's boyfriend be wearing her shoes?" asked the younger male at the table. Everyone looked at him as he opened his mouth for the first time since they got there.
"It's a fetish thing, honey," said Angela, looking at Zach with sympathetic eyes.
"In ancient time, men naturally wore heels, especially noble ones as an indication of wealth. Also, the white wigs, the heavy white make-up," explained Brennan, depositing her fork on the now empty bowl.
"Yeah, but that was than. Today, that's just… freaky," said Booth.
"What Booth? You want to tell me you don't have a thing for women feet?" asked Angela, a malicious smile playing on her scarlet lips. Booth's cheeks turned lightly pink.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, I like a woman with nice, delicate and manicured feet just as much as any guy. It's just not a fetish," said Booth, embarrassed.
"You should see Brennan's feet then. One salesman almost fainted one time when he saw her them. He said they were delicious," said Angela, laughing at Brennan's horrified expression.
"He really said that?" asked Sully, gazing at his pinkish cheeks girlfriend.
"He did. And then he wanted to touch my feet but I…," Brennan trailed off at the end.
"She kicked him," said Angela laughing while her friend received looks from the men.
"What?" said Brennan defensive, "I was afraid he was going to bite my feet, or worst, lick them," said Brennan, shivering at the thought of that weasel of a man licking her feet. Just sick!
"That's not the worst part. He actually said that he had never been kicked by such lovely feet," said Angela laughing really hard with the rest, "I really thought that Brennan would kill the poor guy".
"Yeah, well… at least he made it up to me when I threatened to call the manager," said Brennan.
"How?" asked Sully.
"He gave me the pair of Prada shoes I was trying on. I don't really care about these things, Abgela made me try them on, but he gave it to me, so…".
"Who is she to turn down a gift from Prada?" completes Angela.
"At least you got them for free," said Hodgins, laughing.
"Yeah, but from that day on, I always try the shoes on myself," said Brennan and everyone, but Zach, laughed.
The rest of the dinner went on with jokes and laughter until Sid kicked everyone out about eleven pm. And then the car arrangement became a problem.
"What do you mean you don't have a car?" asked Booth pissed.
"My car is in the shop," said the red haired entomologist.
"Then how did you get here?" asked Booth, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.
"Cab, man", answered Hodgins
"Come on, Booth. You can give me and Sully a ride to the Jeffersonian so I can get my car and then you take the others home," said Brennan, resisting the urge to tell him that she should have brought her own car, just like she said.
"I'm not gonna drop you two there and then come back. If you want a ride, get in. If you're not in, then…well, good luck". The squints looked at each other.
Moments latter Booth was groaning behind the wheel as Hodgins, Zach, Angela and Sully complained in the back of the car. Sitting on the passenger side, Brennan laughed as she watched Angela placed awkwardly on Hodgins lap, Zach in the middle and Sully on the other side.
"Ange, I hate to break it to you, babe, but you're not as light as you think," said Hodgins. A loud groan escaped his lips as Angela's elbow connected with his stomach.
"You okay there Hodgins?" asked Booth, faking concern while felling lightly revenged.
"Yeah, who needs a spleen?" said the injured man. They arrived at the Jeffersonian in no time, mostly because Booth couldn't wait to get rid off all the squints in the back. He entered the garage and parked the car. Everyone got out stretching as Brennan and Sully said their goodbyes.
"Keys, where are my keys?" asked Brennan more to herself as she searched her pockets for the missing item.
"I've got them," said Sully, dangling the keys on his fingers. Brennan glared playfully at her boyfriend.
"Why do you have my keys?" she asked.
"I drove this morning, remember?" he asked, backing up towards the car, "And I'm driving us home," he said turning his back to her.
"In your dreams," she said, going after him. Before she could reach him, Angela called her back.
"Your purse, sweetie," said Angela as she found it on the floor of the SUV. Brennan came back for it, thanking her friend. As she turned to go, she saw that Sully was already inside the car sitting on the driver's side.
"Oh, he's so dead," Brennan murmured as she made her way to the car. When she was just a few steps away Sully turned on the engine. There was a light click sound before all hell broke free.
At the sound of the blast the squints and Booth turned in time to see the car being engulfed by the hot flames. Burning debris were falling like rain around the parking lot, the smoke was thick and heavy, making their eyes watery as they tried to see past the grey cloud. Only a single motionless figure lay bleeding on the floor a few feet away from the now burning car.
"Bones!" Booth screamed as he made his way over to his partner, squints following.
The force of the explosion sent Brennan flying back, and her body collided roughly with a car, the glass chards cutting her skin. As her head hit the pavement, the last thing that crossed her mind was Sully.
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