Silent Treatment

A/N: Wells here's a bit of light relief, after my angsty piece last time (oooh a plug!). Fluff, for sure. BB. Hope you like. It was fun to write, as this is what I did to the person I liked, he didn't react like Booth though. (You will see what I mean)

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Best Selling Author, Temperence Brennan, was a woman who used her words very carefully, using the right dialect in different solutions.

For example, at work, Scientist Brennan jumped into her mouth, and spilled out with complex words that she said effortlessly and used to the right context every time.

Then there was court Brennan, who was slowly learning that the Scientist Brennan could not talk here, as she was scrutinized, and so had started to use her own 'court talk', which consisted of her staying up late at night and cresting speeches, made of words, still scientifically correct, but that the public, her public could understand. She used this when on TV as well.

And then, there was the language that she liked best. Booth language. The one simplest of all. Using words, which were said in a bickering and patronising tone more often than not. But secretly, she liked the way they bickered; it gave her the feeling of a strong bond between them. It made her giggle to think about it.

With those thoughts, she drifted off to sleep, alone in her bed, comforted.

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Bickering, again, Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan entered the Jeffersonian Institute.

'I am not over controlling Booth' whined Brennan, they both moved up to the lit gurney, Brennan's thought's switching straight into Scientist mode, language however still set on bicker.

'Yes…you are' Booth said with a small smile. Like her, he also loved their bickering, also never willing to admit it.

By now their voices had grown, that they had the attention of everyone of a 5 mile radius of them, however their argment kept them focused on each other. Booth was now trying to think of situations where Brennan had tried to take control.

So deep in thoughts, neither one noticed that their noise had pried Angela Montenegro from her office, and was now standing behind them.

'Typical Brennan and Booth', she said quietly to herself. 'What is this, the fourth…fifth time, today?'

With a sigh, Angela then cleared her throat. Not that he pair noticed. With a turn of her foot, she left them, no strength left to break them up again.

However in this time, Brennan had formulated a plan. She silently turned to the Gurney, whilst Booth finished his point,

'…and you still want that gun now don't you?'

He winced, knowing that she would spit her words back at him, and waited for a Brennan like response.

She said nothing.

'Bones?' He questioned, and she spun round to face him, a look of amusement on her face. Without a word, she turned on her heel, and left him standing on the spot, shocked that he had made the Famous Temperance Brennan speechless, the woman with all the words, who liked to get the last word in every time, speechless.

'Bones' he called after her, and ran into her office, where she was sitting on her chair, typing on her keyboard lightly.

She said nothing.

He looked at her, trying to determine her feelings, maybe he had upset her. But she looked happy; she was smiling to herself, and looked like she was suppressing a giggle.

Suddenly Jack Hodgins appeared at the door. 'Dr Brennan, I need you to sign these for me'

'She turned to him, 'Ok, give them here'

'Oh good Bones, I thought you were upset!' Booth interjected, happy to hear her voice.

She said nothing

'There we go' She said, directed at Hodgins, after finishing reading them, and placing her signature in the desired location.

'What is this Bones, are you ignoring me?' Booth said, with a whine.

Now it was jacks turn to interject, as he sussed out the whole situation, especially by the bright smile on Brennan's face.

'Dude, she's giving you the silent treatment, what did you do to get that. Good luck with that one. Angela did that to me once, didn't talk to me for like 4 hours.'

'Silent treatment' Booth sighed 'Bit immature for you, eh'

She said nothing.

Jack left the room, leaving Booth not knowing what to do. Then, a small smile crept onto his face.

'Ok, you think you can not talk to me eh? Ok, let's turn it into a bet; You think you can do this for how long..?' Brennan held up three fingers.

'Three hours Bones, that will be easy!' Booth said with a chuckle, he might get some work done with that peace.

Brennan turned back to her desk, and started to write, Booth assumed she was finished and turned to leave. She finished her scribble, and ran fter him, thrusting the paper in his hand, before leaning up to his ear, as if to whisper something, then quickly fleeing back to her office.

Shocked by her closeness, and the lingering smell of her perfume, he stood dazed, before looking down at the paper in his hands.

It said one word, the one word that made him laugh even more, at the prospect.

'DAYS'

These were going to be the longest three days of his life.