Two of a Pair, Part 2
By NerdofManyTalents
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His like for them wasn't exactly a secret. She noticed them the first time they met, as he sauntered out of that room with a scoff over her description of the murderer, the file of x-rays hanging casually in his right hand. They were green camouflage. Her first thought had been that she had a similar pair at home in her drawer. Irritation had then flooded her, and she returned to her work, swearing never to work with the man again, and making a mental note to tell Zack of the fact.
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She noticed the socks more often as they worked together, noting which ones he wore more often. Most of them were striped, but sometimes there were polka dots or patterned designs. She hadn't realized the devotion he had to the "art," of them until Las Vegas, when she noticed garters sitting next to the lavender socks and white shoes. She had merely shaken her head as she carried the dress she'd bought into the bathroom to change.
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She found them online, while she was looking for some new pairs for herself. She saw the mens section, and couldn't help but let her curiosity get the better of her. Noticing several pairs she recognized him already owning, she nearly laughed out loud when she saw them. She quickly ordered them on impulse, thinking of the pair he'd bought her a few weeks earlier.
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He'd been having a bad day, she had noticed. The socks had arrived several days ago, and she had been trying to talk herself into giving them to him since, but couldn't quite think of the right way to broach the subject. She usually didn't go with her gut, but today, it was telling her, was the day.
She waited until he went to the bathroom—he usually did it a few minutes before he left to head home. Hurrying over once he was out of sight, she slipped them into the pocket of his suit coat that he'd left on her couch. He returned shortly after, making several last second comments on the case, before heading to the door with his expected "Call me if you need me." He got his coat on about ten feet from her office door, and she watched as he headed toward the lab doors. Just before he went around the corner, she saw his pace slow as he reached into his coat pocket as he disappeared from sight.
She let out a sigh, and went back to her paperwork with a small smile. Moment's later, her cell phone vibrated, and she picked it up. She laughed out loud, and was a little proud of his comment, surprised he remembered the terms.
"'Anatomically correct,' you say? Fibulas, tibias and metatarsals and all? :) "
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He wore them the next day to work, she noticed.
AN:Did not originally intend to write a sequel to "Two of a Pair," but upon finding where DB gets his socks for Bones, I had to look up more mens socks, and I found this pair, and well, the fic had to be written.
You can find the socks here: www. sockdreams .com/_shop/pages/socks_cat_CategoryID_108 .php (26th down) and www. sockdreams .com/_shop/pages/socks_detail_ProductID_1182 .php . I like the general inventory picture better, so I gave both links. (remove spaces)