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"We have to make sure that the remains get to the Jeffersonian in time for me to have an hour to examine them, because I only have that amount of time before I have to go home and get dressed for the awards dinner that I have to attend tonight."
Booth was walking beside Brennan on the sidewalk, looking down and wondering how she had made it two blocks without tripping on her laces.
"Tie your laces Bones," he told her.
She continued.
"After that I have to go home and get ready for the dinner, which means I have to practice the speech I have prepared in case I do win the award. When I get home from the dinner, I have to read the changes that my editor made to the chapter of my new book that I gave her, and then pick out a nice suit to wear tomorrow, because of the interview I have to do on that morning show."
The shoes she had on were black pumps, the type they designed with loops for laces that wound around the ankle. Both of her laces had come undone.
"Tie you laces Bones," Booth repeated.
She continued on like a maniac.
"Then I have to go back to work, finish my examination of the victim, write the climactic scene for my book, go to the mall with Angela to pick up a new outfit for my book signing, get my car to the mechanic, pick up my dry cleaning, read the files for our case, and…"
She tripped.
"Okay, that's it. Stand still."
She finally complied and he bent down in front of her, winding the long laces around her dainty ankles, finally tying left lace then right in a time practiced manner that came from having raised a child.
He looked up, "There you go. Doesn't that feel better, Bones?"
She looked down at him, a little bit of surprise in her expression.
"Thank you, Booth."
"Now, let's get this straight. You're way too busy! After this week, I strongly suggest a few days off, okay?" he straightened to his feet and put his hand on her cheek, "You shouldn't run yourself ragged."
"Okay," she said, and he completely missed the breathlessness in her voice.
"Okay. The bones can wait. Go home and get ready for your dinner."
"But Booth…" she protested. Then she stopped and nodded. He was right.
He helped her into her car, and she drove off, telling herself that it was completely normal that she counted how many times he touched her ankles.
Twelve.
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I was just here reading and this came to me. I was thinking of how sometimes everyday gestures can have such sentimental meanings attached to them.
I think it's just me, but does anyone else find it hot that he tied her shoelaces, not just sweet? Booth's hands all over her ankles and all….
I guess it may be just me.