K.I.S.S.
Booth and Brennan have a disagreement over a certain acronym. BB friendship, slight BB romance. Semi AU
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Disclaimer-I am not Kathy Reichs. I do not own Bones or any of it's affiliates, unfortunately.
A/N - The inspiration for this quick little story come from Global Studies this morning. I was thinking about Bones, since it's on tonight and my teacher used the acronym KISS (Keep It Simple Stupid) and I thought it was a perfect thing for Booth and Brennan to disagree over. (Thank you Mr. C!)
The sun began to set over the Jeffersonian, creating the illusion of beauty that Booth would have admired, were he not frustrated with a certain co-worker
Bones was late.
She wasn't usually late, in fact, she harped on him for being tardy. But he had been waiting a good 15 minutes and he was getting irritated.
Booth sighed furiously. He really did not want to go in, He ripped his badge from his keys, got out of his SUV, and stalked to the museum. Showing his now mangled badge to the guard, he sped through the metal detector test and quickly made his way to the all-too-familiar lab.
"Bones, we gotta go!" he shouted as he strode into the main room.
His red-headed accomplice was standing by a camera thing positioned over the skeleton on the examining table.
She whirled around. "I'm sorry Booth. Something isn't right. The phylogenesis of the systematic algorithm isn't adding up and I-"
"Look," Booth said, bracing her on the shoulders with both hands."I am not a forensic expert. I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. We are late. We have to leave."
Brennan nodded. "Okay." she said. Packing away her things, she began to mumble to herself about 'philo' something or other.
Soon, they were striding to the SUV, preparing to go to Woo Fong's for dinner as they did every night.
Booth sighed. "You know what an acronym is, right?
She nodded eagerly. "It's a phrase represented by-"
"Yeah, I know what it is too." He told her, as they got into the car. "Have you ever heard of K.I.S.S.?"
She looked at him funny for a moment before answering. "Yeah. It's when two people press their lips together in a sign of a devoted emotion."
Booth smacked himself in the head with the heel of his hand. "Not that type pf kiss. I meant the acronym K.I.S.S."
Brennan frowned. "No." she said, shaking her head in pure confoundment.
Booth sighed again. "It means 'Keep It Simple, Stupid.' I'd like you to remember that when you try to explain some sort of anthropological mumbo-jumbo to me."
Brennan mulled that over for a few moments before answering. "But that's not a kiss."
Booth smacked the steering wheel. "That's not the point." he said, as articulately as he could while gritting his teeth together.
She smiled, then leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "Now this is a kiss." she whispered against his skin. Then she righted herself and got out of the SUV, which was now pulled into the restaurant parking.
Booth brought his hand up and caressed his cheek for a moment before getting out of the car himself.
R+R please!!!!