"Male. Late teens, early twenties. He's been here for probably about… four weeks." She said looking up at her partner who was cast in a dark silhouette from the lights of his SUV.
"What is he wearing?" Booth said stepping into the light to reveal a confused look on his face.
"It appears to be… a cheerleading uniform." She said examining the material and the synthetic letters etched across the front.
"A cheerleader?" he said astonished, "That's just… great." He said moving his attention back to his notepad.
"While I admit that a man of his build was more suited for athletics like football and rugby, I don't understand what is so strikingly odd about a man who doesn't mind stepping over the boarder of strict gender roles that our society has set forth upon the male species." She said standing up and removing her latex gloves.
"Bones, he was a cheerleader. Cheerleading is for girls." Immediately after saying that, he knew that he was in trouble. He saw her eyes narrow and the furrowing over her brow, and he instinctively took careful step back to avoid any physical attack that might be, and most likely would come his way.
"I believe I've already stated my opinion to that comment." She said coldly, clenching her teeth and balling her fists.
"I'm just saying; it's not exactly normal."
"And what defines normal, Booth? The parental infliction sociological norms during childhood that insinuates that boys play with trucks and guns and girls play with dolls? Or should we not find the path to happiness on our own accord?" she said moving toward him and crossing her arms.
"I'm not getting into this now, Bones. I'm not in the mood for yet another fight with you."
"Fine then." She said nodding in approval, "I accept your surrender."
"Surrender? I didn't surrender, I… postponed." He raised his hands in front of him.
She rolled her eyes and moved past him to the FBI forensics team that who were making their way to the crime scene, "I want everything, and DON'T contaminate my evidence." She condescendingly sneered at them, disposing of her gloves and sliding back into the SUV and closing the door tightly behind her.
Booth stared at her waiting, livid in the passenger seat. He moved into the car and closed the door, turning to her, "What is wrong with you today?" he asked.
"Nothing is wrong with me, and I don't like the way you posed the question as though I were defective in some way."
"See, that… THAT is how I know you're upset about something."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said looking out the window.
"You're touchy, Bones. Everything I say to you, you automatically take offense to. Why don't you just tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothing is bothering me, Booth. If there was something bothering me, you would be the first to know because I would tell you, okay?"
He leaned back in his seat and let out an aggravated groan.
Brennan stood at the examination table hunched over the remains of the male cheerleader that they found in the woods. Booth was walking into the Jeffersonian when he saw her slim figure leaning over the table as usual. She always looked as though she were in a trance when she was studying the bones of a victim and it made her look peaceful which was something he did not see very often outside of the lab.
He walked toward the platform and swiped his identification card before quickly hoping up the steps toward her, "Anything yet, Bones?"
"Not really. His muscles look somewhat deteriorated, but that is not surprising due to the sport that he was involved in."
"Sport?" Booth said while letting out a quiet smug laugh. Brennan eyed him up and he immediately dropped his attitude.
"Because he was left in the woods for so long, decomposition plus the infestation of maggots and other feeding animals, there is nothing I can really do until the bones are cleaned which means I am waiting on Hodgins to collect his samples."
"Well, where is he?" Booth asked sounding annoyed.
Brennan shrugged her shoulders and stuffed her gloves in the pocket of her lab coat. She was walking towards her office when Booth noticed that she appeared to almost scurry away from him and so he decided to follow her. He knew that something wasn't okay with her and she was withholding the reason from him to torture him. He stepped into her office and sauntered to her desk, "Listen Bones, you are eventually going to have to tell me what is bothering you. So you might as well just do it."
Brennan looked up at him with a shocked look on her face, "No, Booth, you are going to have to come to terms with the fact that I am not mad at you. But if you keep asking me what is wrong then I may very well become angry."
"See? You're doing it again. If you don't tell me what is bothering you, then I will have no choice but to tell Sweets."
Brennan looked up at him in shock, but by the determined look in his eyes, she admitted defeat and sunk back in her chair, "Fine."
"HA!" he said throwing his fists in the air victoriously, "I knew there was something wrong!" his gaze went from victorious to concerned as he knelt down beside her, "Bones, don't you know by now that you can trust me?"
"Well, I'm not so sure about that." She said straightening up in her chair. He looked at Brennan incredulously and grabbed her hand without permission. She immediately tried to pull back but he refused to let her hand go to which she submitted.
"Bones, I don't know what this is about, but I can assure you that you can trust me. After all that we have been through, I would have thought that you would know that. So just tell me what is wrong so we can fix this."
Brennan let out sigh and sank back into her chair again, "The other day, when you were in my office alone and you got a phone call, I heard a part of what you were saying before you realized that I had come back in."
He looked confused but wasn't surprised that she had eavesdropped on one of his phone calls, although she would never admit that that was what she was doing. He kept his hand in hers gently rubbing the back of her hand, "What did I say?" he asked.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head, realizing now that her reasoning was both childish and rather stupid, "Ugh…You said… you know what? Nevermind. This is juvenile, I don't know what I was so upset about." She said trying to stand up from her char.
"No, Bones." He said placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her gently back down into the chair, "Tell me. Please?"
She sat back down, seemingly unable to do anything other that what he told her, "You…you said I was annoying and a geek."
Booth laughed slightly until he noticed the upset look in her eyes, "Oh, come on Bones. You can't tell me that I don't annoy you sometimes." He said giving her a knowing smile, "And who ever said that being a geek was a bad thing? Geeks are always more successful than jocks anyways." Brennan had started laughing at this point, fully aware of the stupidity of her irrational anger.
"Not you, you're successful too." She said pushing his shoulder slightly.
"No, you're the millionaire Bones. Besides, I said I was annoyed with you, not that you were annoying."
"Well, why were you annoyed with me?"
"To be honest, I don't even remember." He smiled and looked into her eyes, "I'm sure it wasn't anything important anyways."
The fact was that Booth knew exactly what he was annoyed about. Brennan had accepted to go on a date with a man who worked at the F.B.I. He didn't like it when she dated anyone, convincing himself that it was a conflict of interest due to her split attention between her personal life and her work on the cases. He knew that that was not a good reason to be upset with her, but he had been upset nonetheless.
Brennan stood and shook her hand free from Booth's grasp and left the office with Booth following closely at her heels. She rounded the corner into Hodgins' office to see Angela and Hodgins inappropriately making out. Booth stopped shortly behind her trying to avoid knocking her over when he noticed the couple as well. Brennan coughed, attempting to make her presence known.
"Sweetie!" Angela said breaking away from the passionate kiss. Her grin was extremely wide and Hodgins appeared to be awestruck by his fiancé.
"Doctor Hodgins," Brennan said attempting to make the situation less awkward for herself. She looked down at her shoes to avoid eye contact with either of them, "I need you to get particulates off of the body. We need to be able to get the bones cleaned so Angela can do a facial reconstruction as soon as possible."
"Okay Doctor B." Hodgins said breaking his eyes away from Angela for only a moment. Both Angela and Hodgins were beaming which was somewhat normal for them, but in this particular instance it seemed they were in a state of euphoria.
Booth cleared his throat, "Is there something going on?" he asked with a small smirk on his face.
Angela walked out from behind Hodgins desk and started walking toward Brennan and Booth when Brennan blurted out, "Oh my God, Angela," she said pointing at her lower body, "You're three months pregnant!"
Angela rolled her eyes and sighed, "Leave it to you to ruin the announcement." She laughed.
Booth smiled widely and walked to Angela and kissed the top of her head, "Congratulations." He said and then made his way to Hodgins to give him a firm manly handshake.
Brennan immediately hugged Angela, "I didn't mean to ruin your announcement, but congratulations."
"Sweetie, to be quite honest I thought that you would have already noticed, but thank you."
"I've just been so preoccupied." She said releasing Angela from the hug. Angela laughed and the two just stared at each other for a moment before Angela squealed and turned back to the boys.
Brennan was truly happy for Angela. She knew that having a baby was something Angela had always wanted and now it had become a reality.