Here's a fluff filled one shot that popped into my head while I was the middle of making dinner. I know the Patriots don't play on Tuesdays (LITERARY LICENCE!) and I don't own Bones or the Patriots.
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"BONES!!!!" Booth yelled through the lab.
"She's not here, Booth." said Angela calmly, who was up on the platform sketching something.
"What do you mean she's not here? Is she ok? What happened?" Booth asked, immediately on alert and worried.
"Woah, cool it Tiger. She's fine. It's Tuesday night." said Angela like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, so?" said Booth, now confused.
Angela sighed. "You don't know?" When Booth shook his head and flashed his charm smile at her, she put down her pencil and turned to him. "Every Tuesday night that she doesn't have a case, she cooks. It's a secret hobby for her. But you didn't hear that from me."
"How come I never noticed?" Booth muttered to himself.
"She hasn't had a chance for a long time. Cases, WWII bodies, I'm surprised she remembered tonight. What do you need her for, anyway?" asked Angela, raising an eyebrow suggestively in Booth's direction.
"I need her to sign something for me. I'll just head over to her place then. Thanks Ange!" Booth jogged towards the door.
"Don't mess with her when she's cooking!!!!" Was Angela's yelled warning. Booth waved a hand in thanks and continued out the door.
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Booth knocked on Brennan's door ten minutes later.
"Come on in, Booth!" was the shout from inside the apartment. He pushed open the door and headed to the kitchen where he could hear Bones cooking.
Brennan was breding chicken when she looked up and saw Booth leaning casually against the door frame. She opened a cabinet and grabbed an extra plate and glass. "Sit. Want something to drink?" she said to Booth.
"How many times do I have to tell you to lock your door, Bones? And how did you know it was me?" asked Booth, ignoring her question.
"Sit. You want a beer?" she repeated. At the confused look on his face, she added. "I know you came here for the files, but you might as well get a free meal out of it. Sit!" She threatened him with a spatula and he sat down quickly. Right, don't mess with Bones when she's cooking. Note taken... thought Booth as he took the offered beer.
Brennan turned around again and finished breding the chicken and then she put it in a pan of hot oil where it crackled and popped. She suddenly jumped back with a yelp that brought Booth to her side. She rubbed the spot on her arm where the oil had burned her as she glared and muttered death threats at the frying pan.
"Are you ok, Bones?" asked Booth, concerned.
"I'm fine!" she growled. "It always does that!" Then she started muttering about heat conductivity and physics under her breath. She removed the lid on another pot to check the contents, which Booth saw was potatoes. Grabbing a fork, she stabbed one of them, 'squinted' at it, and then put it back in the pot. She took the chicken out of the oil with more muttering, and turned off the burners. The microwave beeped.
"Can you get that?" Brennan asked Booth, as she tried to divvy up the potatoes and the chicken at the same time.
"Yeah." Booth opened the microwave to find some green beens. He dished them out and sat down as Bones was chopping up a tomato. With that done, she dumped all the pots and pans into the sink, grabbed herself a beer, and plopped down on one of the bar stools next to her counter where the plates of food were.
"Mmmmm." Booth moaned with obvious pleasure as he gulped down the meal she had prepared. "This is so good..." he said, a piece of tomato halfway to his mouth.
Brennan chuckled at his antics and started to eat hers too. "When you're hungry..." she said.
"No, really Bones. First Mac and Cheese, now this? This is incredible. I think I'll stop by every Tuesday..."
"So you've been talking to Angela, hmmm?" she said slyly, pointing her fork accusingly at him.
"Well, when I stopped by the lab for the files, she was there and you weren't, so I got worried. You never leave this early, so I had to question her..."
"Oh come on, Booth. I know you just flashed your stupid charm smile and Angela told you everything you needed to know." Bones rolled her eyes at him.
"You think my charm smile's stupid?" asked Booth, hurt by her words.
"No, I just think it's very Alpha--"
"Male. I know." Booth interrupted, grinning at her.
"And I'm immune, so don't try it Mister." Bones said, pushing her empty plate away from her with a groan. Booth did the same.
"Wanna watch TV? The Patriots are playing the Colts in five minutes..." said Brennan. Booth gaped at her.
"Bones?" he asked weakly. "You feeling ok?"
Brennan looked at him strangely. "Yeah, why?"
"Y-your cooking. And watching football. And you have a TV. You said you didn't." he stuttered.
"No, I just said I don't watch much TV, I never said I didn't have one. Now come on! We are going to miss the kickoff!" she took off, beer in hand, towards her bedroom. She was lying on her stomach with the game up on the screen when she noticed Booth standing nervously in the door way.
"You can come in you know, I don't bite." she scooched over so that Booth could lay down next to her. They lay like that, arms touching, watching the game until halftime, when Bones went and got them each another beer. This time, they lay on their backs, and Brennan's head ended up on Booth's chest by the end of the third quarter. She was fell asleep at the second overtime. When the game ended (the Pats won), Booth got up and turned off the TV. Then he went over to say goodnight to Bones, only to find she was awake again.
"Night Bones. Same time next Tuesday?" he joked, heading for the door.
"Booth... it's late. Just stay here tonight. Please?" she almost begged, patting the bed next to her. He nodded, kicked off his shoes, took off his jacket and crawled under the covers with her. Her head found the crook of his neck, and soon she was sound asleep. I love Tuesdays... was Booth's last thought before he fell asleep.
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