Hey everyone. Yes, I do realize that I am a terrible person and just suck as a human being, seeing as this is my- what is it?- third project I'm beginning, and neither have been updated in forever. Actually, I've changed Heat's status to Complete, so if you think I should write a sequel, let me know, okay? Anyway, I'm hoping to make this a three-shot at most, so don't worry. It will get finished soon, since I actually know where I'm going with it for once.
Here's the newest plot bunny that just furrowed itself into the depths of my mind-at 1 AM no less. Quick note: This is really rather uncut, I never reread it or got a beta, so keep that in mind when you, and of course you will, click that adorable review botton at the bottom of the screen. Anyway, enjoy!
Again, please please please read and review! If you do, you'll be my bestest friend forever...c'mon, I know nobody can refuse that offer!
Disclaimer: Bones isn't mine. Le duh. It's the property of FOX, Kathy Reichts, etc., and I am in no way taking credit for it's existence. However, this story is mine.
The leaves were turning a fiery red all over town in true Washington D.C. tradition, and the sky was thick with firelies and the sounds of crickets. If it wasn't the nation's capitol, complete with concrete, monuments, subway systems, and thousands of tourists, Seeley Booth was sure that the city could easily pass as any old patch of land on the East Coast.
It was beautiful.
Actually, not unlike the rest of his view on the Jeffersonian's balcony.
He and Bones were at the annual Jeffersonian Donor's Banquet. She (being quite a well-known scientist in the Forensic's department there) had again not been able to get out of coming, but this time she had dragged Booth along. Allegedly, this was to avoid some of the older(ancient) and friendlier (hornier) philantropists who who donated "a crapload of money," as according to Cam. Last time she showed up at one of these, her single-ness forced her to at least take the obligatory dance from one of the donors. Needless to say, he had a wandering hand and she had an assertive personality.
Long story short, she lost the Jeffersonian 1.3 million dollars in research money with that one.
And so, to avoid that kind of a mishap this time, Brennan was under extreme advisory (the parking lot M threat was utilized once again) to show up-and not to do it alone.
The night had been absolutely incident-free so far, though. Booth and Bones had met up in the lab a couple hours earlier so they could show up together. She was looking gorgeous, wearing a purple, flowy-material cocktail dress with her hair down in a mass of waves, and he had actually found an old tux in the back of his closet. It didn't look half bad, if he could say so himself.
They had entered the banquet hall in a mass of squints, most of the male half (Booth guessed most of them had never seen this attractive of a woman outside of their Laura Croft: Tomb Raider video games,) ogling Bones in her skin-baring dress and heels. At first, Booth himself hadn't been able to look away from the shoes. When he first saw her in them, his mind zoomed to a conversation he'd once had with Tessa, out at a fancy dinner. She had called shoes that looked just like Bones's that were on another woman passing by "fuck-me pumps". Dr. Temperance Brennan, as it seemed, was oblivious to the powers of her sexy shoes.
As Booth would later find out, Angela had helped pick out Bones's shoes. Figures.
Once they found a table with the rest of the squint squad (sans Hodgins and most unfortunately Zack, of course.), the alchol bgan flowing heavily. Nobody ever wanted to be at these events, and the only way, as they found out, to make it less boring was to drink.
Which was why he was where he was now. After a bottle...or two...or three...of champagne brought to the table, he and Bones had decided to ditch the party. After schmoozing a member of the janitorial staff and, ah, borrowing his keys, the two of them sneaked onto the roof. If they hadn't both been drunk and wearing incredibly attractive formalwear, the romantic atmosphere would have made the two of them extremely uncomfortable. But since they were heavily under the influence and looking hot in the cool end-of-summer air, it was just...right.
"God, Bones. That booze is just giving me this...buzz. It's making me feel like I'm on top of the world. Are you seeing this view?" Booth was teetering precariously on the rooftop's edge, and Brennan laughed, tugging him away from the 400-foot drop.
"You know, technically, you can't really get to the "top of the world", not really. Since as the earth is a sphere-" Bones was still trying to remain coherently intelligent, quite obviously. Booth didn't like it. If he had to be silly, she'd better be too.
"Jesus, Bones. Can't you just look at something like it's not a science project, for once?" Booth had a goofy grin on his face, illuminated by the bright spotlights oin the ground floor, acting as a beacon for the many bigwigs coming to the Jeffersonian that night. The lamps swung back and forth in a rhythmical pattern, oulining the clouds and starry skies above. Each time the beam swept through the night air, it pivoted the shadows on his-yes, she would admit it- very handsome face.
She smiled. Though he might not have noticed, Brennan was just as tipsy as he was. "Okay, fiiine. It does feel like were at the top of the world." She purposely tried to sound like a petulant child, sticking out her lower lip and crossing her arms across her goosebumbed chest. Shit, it was cold up here.
Booth laughed. Noticing his partners slight discomfort, he tugged off his jacked and slung it over her shoulders. Even while drunk, he could be a gentleman, and he would be. That's the way his mother raised him! Arms still over hers, he laughed again and swung her around, facing the city once more. The height seemed less staggering now that he was so close to her. Inhaling slowly, he waited for a response.
Bones looked surprised. "Thanks." It was all she could say, for once. her back was pressed to his chest and she could smell him oh so much, and the night was so perfect. If this was crossing the line, she didn't care. Being this close to another human being, one she could trust, was a really... nice feeling, and the line never made much sense anyway...
Her thoughts were an intoxicated blur, and rationality seemed like way too much effort. For once, why don't I just give in? The thought was more than enticing.
Meanwhile, Booth was growing both more comfortable and less comfortable by the second. It felt so right to be there, like that, with Bones, but it was a little too okay, he knew. They were partners. As complicated as the concept seemed in his drunken state, Booth knew the rules. Stupid, stupid, stupid rules. He decided either the shoes needed to go, or he did. After weighing his chances of pulling off the pumps, Booth started to withdraw with a sigh.
"What are you doing?" Booth heard her say, and he exhaled, remaining in place. Why are those dumb rules there anyway?
"Nothing."
"Good," she did, and snuggled closer to his very solid and very male body. Kicking ass really makes for a nice body. Damn, I wonder if he's thinking the same thing.
As it seemed, Booth was admiring his own view immensely. It wasn't every day that he got to be this close to her, after all.
Suddenly, a gust of surprisingly strong wind blew across the building top, and Brennan jumped back, nearly knocking the still-precarious Booth to the ground. Luckily he steadied himself, but now they were standing awkwardly by the edge, and neither thought they'd be able to stand much longer. "Uhm. Yeah, Bones, I've gotta sit. Like, down."
She laughed, more than she usually would have. The sound was still music to his ears. Three years ago, he wouldn't have believed she could laugh, let alone with him at something completely not funny. The two sank to the concrete practically on top of each other in uneven laughter, Booth with an errant hiccup. "Bones, I don't think I'm gonna be able to drive home."
"I know." Why is he already thinking of going home? She sighed. He's probably right. "I can't either."
"Cab?"
Yes I do realize that I ended in a strange place, but that is how I intended it to be. I hope everyone thinks this sounds at least kind of in character, since that is always my aim. Let me know what you think! Also, if anyone's interested in betareading or even helping me write this darned thing before I start neglecting it as I have often one, send me a PM
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