Author's Note: Hello :) this is my first Bone's fic, but I have been watching the show nonstop lately...it actually is starting in 5 minutes so I have to make this fast. This chapter is one of three, i think and i hope you like it. This one is short just to see if you like it and if you think i should continue! thanks and lemme know what you think :) enjoy!
Don't Quite Understand
It was just after 9 when Dr. Brennan decided to call it a night. Her neck was starting to cramp up and her mind wasn't quite keeping up with what her hands were doing. Pulling all of the files together, she slowly made it to her offices doors. Just as she was about to shut the door, her phone rang. Probably just Booth. No one else ever calls me this late. Quickly jogging over to her phone, she pressed the speaker button, her hands just to tired to support a phone.
"Dr. Brennan," she stated her mandatory greeting.
"Hey, Bones!" She could practically hear him grinning on the other end, even though she knew it was illogical to be able to hear someone grinning.
"Is there any reason you would be calling my office phone this late, Booth?" She couldn't help but grin herself, and no matter how hard she tried, the smile was evident in her tone.
"I just figured my favorite partner would be trying to catch up on some work, so I was going to see if you were up for some company who would be bringing Thai."
"Actually, Booth, I was just headed home. My neck is cramping up, my sign to stop."
"Well, how about some Thai at your place, my treat? You can't spend a Friday night alone, Bones."
"Why not? I've done it in the past and nothing has happened to me."
"Let's just say it can be taken as being anti-social. So what do you say, Bones? Mind if I come over?"
Sighing inwardly, Brennan nodded her head to the phone. "Alright, Booth. I'll be home in ten minutes. You may have to let yourself in. I'm going to take a shower and freshen up a bit. You know where the key is, right?"
Booth swallowed, losing concentration at the thought of his partner in the shower, water streaming over her face, down her neck, inbetween her firm breasts, over her soft belly, and reaching her mou-"Booth?"
Shaking his head, he realized that perfect body was on the other end of the line. "Sorry, Bone. Got distracted for a minute. What was that?"
"I asked you if you knew where the spare key was."
"Oh, yea, I remember where it is. Okay, Bones. I'll see you in twenty."
"Bye, Booth." Before he could respond, she hung up. He better hurry if he wanted to get there before she got in the shower.