AN: I DO NOT OWN BONES! IT IS THE PROPERTY OF FOX!
"Booth! You can't just tell me that we are going to Georgia in two hours! Couldn't you have made the meeting tomorrow?" Dr. Temperance Brennan was furious.
"Well, Bones, you don't have a choice. Go on home and get your bags packed. I'll meet you at your apartment in an hour." Booth knew that she would still be here finishing what she was doing in an hour. There was no need for her to know that their plane didn't leave until that night – late that night.
"Don't call me 'Bones!' You know, I have work to do here. I can't just leave when you want to go on a trip. Send me the facts via the internet or something. You were a Ranger, I'm sure you can think of a way to get the information to me. But! If my remains are compromised, you will be glad you aren't in swinging distance from me." Brennan was proud of herself for finally standing up to Booth. He was the only FBI Agent that she had been able to tolerate so far.
"Bones, come on. You know you want to go. Besides, how would you know if your remains were compromised if you don't come with me?" He knew that she didn't mind the nickname he had given her. It was just something she used as an excuse when she was angry and wanted to argue with someone – mainly him. He flashed his 'charm smile' as she called it. He remembered the conversation when she had first called it 'his charm smile'. "Historically, men and women used smiles, hand gestures, etc, to get what they wanted. It simply depended on what the person they were trying to get something from found more attractive or meaningful." That was the first time his smile had been 'historically' anything.
"Logically, you have a point. But Cam isn't here to approve my leaving." Brennan knew that she was only half-heartedly making excuses now. She shot him a menacing glare when he laughed.
"Oh, why don't you just stop making excuses? We both know that you want to go. Besides, after five years of being your partner, don't you think I can see straight through your lies? Anyways, I've already called Cam and she was ecstatic that you were leaving. You know she is scared of you right? And I know you don't want to have to start going back to Sweets because we are having partner issues." Booth already knew that she was sold. She was going to give in. 'Wait for it…' he thought.
"Fine. You go on and catch this plane and I'll be there tomorrow after your meeting will probably be over so that I can finish this set of remains. We are going to have to have a serious talk when we get back about your thinking you can just come in and tell me to pick up and leave!" Brennan went back to gazing at her remains. She hated psychology and she knew that he hated blackmailing her. She was infuriated even further when Booth laughed once again.
"Apparently, you have foiled my initial plan of making you leave early and get packed so that we go to Wong Foo's before we left. Our flight doesn't leave until 2 a.m." Booth watched with wonder as she slowly turned around seemingly moving one bone at a time. He knew what was coming.
"What! You wanted to lie to me to make me leave work when I am already going to be gone for who knows how long? How could you, Booth?" Hurt shone deeply in her eyes as she resisted the urge to knock him flat on the floor right then. Quickly, however, she turned her eyes to the color of blue-tinted ice. She would not show him the effect his actions had on her, even if they had been partners for so long.
"Bones, I'm sorry. I knew you weren't going to leave right now, that you'd still be here in an hour and more than likely two hours. I knew that you'd probably forget about leaving and time at all. That is why I told you so that you'd be out of here by at least 10, hopefully. I didn't mean to hurt you." He watched as her ice turned cold. Booth hated being the one that had made her do that. It had taken a very long time for her to open herself to him at all and he didn't want that connection to end. That connection is partially what made this partnership work so well. He moved to pull her into one of their 'guy hugs' when he stopped.
"If you touch me, you will be on your back." She knew that it was mean to threaten him like that but it was the only way that she could make him stop. Those 'guy hugs' nearly tore her apart. That was the way her dad and brother used to hug her. Of course, Booth would never know this.
"Who does hugging remind you of?" Booth could tell that it had always bothered her. But it had always made her feel better in the long run. That was his main goal. Not to make her forget her past, but to allow her the chance to make it stop ruling her future. Bones could make herself cold and distant to everyone – everyone except him and Angela. 'That reminds me. Where is that crazy friend of hers?'
"She's sick. And don't worry about the hugs. Not something I want to remember. Sorry, Booth." It still amazed her that she could tell what he was thinking. There was nothing that clearly stated that he was thinking about Angela, she could just tell by his eyes. It was something that had developed between them after Kenton tried to kill her. The time that he had left the hospital without being released – what else was new? – to come and save her. And to kill Kenton with a singe bullet even though he had broken ribs among other injuries.
"Pink eye? Aren't you supposed to only be able to get that from other people?" He knew that she would laugh at his ignorance. He knew that it was from bacteria that got in your eyes, but he figured that she would use this chance to correct him and feel somewhat better.
"Yes and no. You can get pink eye from your contacts not being cleaned well like Angela did. How did you get in touch with Cam? I've been trying to call her to get her to look at a set of remains that still had flesh, to avail I might add." Brennan heard something off to her right. She looked and saw Mrs. Pink-eye herself grinning completely as she walked toward her office.
"Hey, Bren. Booth. How are you two doing today? Please tell me that you have done something very dirty like I would do with Jack." Angela knew that they wouldn't – at least not at the office while sober – but it was her fun to always ask. And hey, who could blame a best friend for trying?
"Hey, Ange. Are you sure you have pink eye? Because your eye just looks as if it is irritated due to allergies that are more than likely caused by the recent blooming of plants." Facts, they were her specialty.
"Hey, Angela. Looking mighty fine today. Dressed up for me, are you? We can keep this our little secret. Don't tell Hodgins 'cause I really don't want to have to explain getting beat up by a Squint to the whole FBI." Joke. That is all that it was. Everyone knew this. Hodgins would pretend to get mad and then he would apologize. Hodgins would accept it and they would shake on it. Then he would make a comment on how lucky he was for having Angela. It had been that way for almost the whole time he had been there since Angela and Jack Hodgins had gotten together.
"Hey! I heard that Booth! You wanna go? 'Cause I'll go right now!" Hodgins was mad. He knew it was a joke but he still hated the 'innocent' flirting Booth and Ange had always been playing around with. Still, it annoyed the heck out of him.
"You two stop. Jack, you know it is you that I will always love and want? Can't Booth just have a little fun joking around?" This was all part of their play. Normality was a funny thing in the Jeffersonian.
While the threesome were laughing and playing around, no one saw Dr. Brennan walk out of the door...
AN: Ko, so unlike all of the other authors on this site, I'm not going to beg for all of the reviews you can give me. To be honest, I really don't care if I don't get any reviews or if I get hundreds for this story and others I plan on writing. Writing is just a fun and safe thing for me to rechannel emotions into. I hope you like it and any ideas for a story or where you want this one to go, tell me and I might include them. Once again, I DO NOT OWN BONES!