A/N: Okay, I wrote this a while back when I got a request from taytaycoco for a story where Christine and Michael were a couple (she wasn't sure if I shipped it - of course I ship it!) but I never finished it. So, I have decided to just upload what I've done and see if anyone likes it, and we'll go from there. Also, they aren't a couple yet... but if I continue the story, that is my intention. Please, please, please, let me know what you think!
"Booth...Booth, Booth, Booth..Ah, here we are, Christine Booth." The lady tapped away on her computer "You can go right through."
"Thank-you." Christine mumbled and made her way through the large wooden doorway.
"Christine!" An overly enthusiastic lady, maybe late 50s guessing from her bone structure, greeted her with a unnaturally large smile and outstretched hand. Never one to be rude, Christine responded to the handshake with a smile of her own.
"We are thrilled that you could make it. Please, have a seat." The lady motioned towards a chair as she walked around the desk to sit on the other side of it.
"May I just start by saying that we are honored Harvard is among your considerations."
"Shall we have a look at your profile? Oh..wow..oh, I see! This is very impressive."
As she exited the extravagant building, she let her face show her thoughts, rolling her eyes and sighing as she made her way to the gates of the large school. As she walked past another large building, she heard a door open and shut, and looked up to see Michael walking out of it with the same expression on his face.
"Jesus Christ. What a bunch of groveling idiots." He remarked as he joined her, pace for pace. Christine snorted, "I seriously considered how hard I would have to hit my head against the desk to kill myself." She agreed.
"Oh? And what did you come up with?" He asked as they turned with the path.
"It would have been impossible to accumulate the necessary force to achieve death. So I settled with attempting to smile and nod my way to the sweet idiot free oblivion of death." She answered.
"Oh yes, I'm familiar with the strategy." Michael nodded. "Never seems to work though."
As they approached the gates to freedom, a buff jock-like guy with a 'Havard' hoodie on did the nod-wink at Christine. "Hey." He said, standing in front of her, blocking her path.
"Hello. Please move." Christine replied.
"Oh.. Come on, don't you wanna come see my dorm? I'll give you the special tour. Only for the hot girls." He said, and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Alright, asshole. Get your hands off her." Michael stepped in, pushing the man backwards. "She's not interested."
"Oh yeah? And how would you know what the hot girl wants?" He asked, pushing Michael in the chest, his sight set on Christine.
"Look man, I gave you a fucking chance, leave her alone or I'll make sure you do." Michael retorted, placing himself between Christine and the man.
"What are you gonna do about it? Huh?" He asked, putting a hand on Michael's shoulder. Smiling, Michael looked over the man's shoulder, at the angry looking FBI agent approaching the scene. "Ah, Booth! This lovely gentleman here was just wondering how I was going to stop him from harassing your daughter." Michael informed Booth, who was now standing behind the kid.
"Woah. Ahh-uh-I-uhh" The kid blubbered as he turned around to find an angry looking large man in a suit standing a millimeter from his face.
"Ugh. Dad! Michael! Stop it." Christine said, pulling her dad away from the terrified kid.
"Ohh... You're a lucky one!" Michael added to the man as Christine pulled him with her other hand, "He's got a gun. And a license to kill." He smirked as Christine pulled them both through the gate, Booth never taking his eyes off him.
"A License to kill?" Booth asked when Christine let them go. "Really?"
"What? It sounded cool." Michael defended.