The Best Friend:
"-Bones!"
It's a messy-haired Bones who shot a glare at him. Apparently, he just had woken her up. Crap.
"-Don't tell me that you've been working the whole night here Bones!" She heaved a sigh, but then frowned. She wasn't a child anymore!
"-Booth, I'm a big girl thanks. I can take care of myself, don't worry. Now if you please could tell me the reason of your visit, I may be able to help you." Booth stood still, reddened, then opent his mouth to finally close it, embarrassed. Brennan, pitiless raised an eyebrow. Damnit she had other things to do than waiting for him to answer.
"-Do you have any new informations about the case?
-Well no, but as I was around I thought that it would be a good idea to bring you at the dinner to eat breakfast." She stared at him, a peculiar look on her face. She strode toward him and without noticing that her move had made him stop breathing she put her hand on his forehead.
"-Do you feel alright Booth? You don't seem to have any fever but you're quite red...
-I am! Good I mean, not red. It might be because I ran a bit before.
-It's weird. I don't think that it's due to that.
-Just drop it Bones. Now, let's go to the Royal Dinner! he said, almost desperate." She was still very close to im and he couldn't bear the proximity anymore. He could smell her delicious scent, see how beautiful her eyes truly were, her smooth skin... Why wasn't she a little less lovely? He had to make a move, say something otherwise he would certainly cross the line. He grabbed her arm.
"-Let's go Bones. You need to eat.
-No Booth. I have work to do.
-And your work will still be here when you'll come back. Besides, I'm sure you haven't eaten since the last time I dragged you to the dinner." She bit her lips. Booth groaned. "I still don't understand why you continue to stare your body, I mean you are a doctor, you should know better than me-" she cut him.
-"Ok. I'm coming with you, just let me take my coat." For a second she had found her overprotective behaviour endearing but now, it was quite infuriating. As usual, he put his hand on her lower back which soothed her immediately.
"-I knew I would find you here!said cheerfully the psychiatric. While Sweets was seating, Booth muttered something about never being in peace and always being studied.
"-Booth! said Brennan, surprised about her partner's nasty behaviour. She had noticed that he was easily on the edge/edgy since Hannah had left him. And she didn't like it.
"-It's okay doctor Brennan. Agent Booth, I work for the FBI it's true, but I'm also your friend.
-Sorry , no psychology?" The young man nodded. 2 seconds later, Brennan's cell phone rang.
"-Brennan. Hello Hodgins." She put her phone oh the table to unable Sweets and Booth to hear it as well.
"-I have some informations about the crime scene! said the scientist, apparently excited by his discovery. I asked to my cute little maggots! and science talked!" Seeing his partner's lost gaze he murmured, explaining "way of talking Bones
-Ah. So? what did your... maggots say to you?
-That I'm the king of the lab'! Judging by the results, the vic' wasn't killed at her home but close to her home.
-So it's not a burglary case!
-A fake break-in...
-Thanks Hodgins!" She was about to hang on when she heard Angela's voice.
"-I finished the victim's portrait and our happy chosen one is- Oh My!
-Angie? Angie are you okay? is the baby okay?
-Yeah I'm great. Just feel a little betrayed right now.
-Why?
-I don't believe what I'm seeing! Bren. Did I do something wrong which pissed you off? when you come back, you can be sure that you won't go out from my office before I have all the informations I need.
-About what? Angie, I don't understand any of this. She looked at Booth, who shrugged, not understanding more than her.
-You didn't tell me that you've met someone!
-What? You must be mistaken Angie." Booth decided to intervene, not liking the way the the conversation turned into.
"-Angela. A name.
-Eh... I don't know, I didn't dare to ask. I'm not used to being shy but it's not everyday that I see such breathtaking specimen who looks exactly like Gaspard Ulliel." everyone around the table could hear Angela's exited voice. And it was infuriating Booth even more. Brennan was about to ask who was that Gaspard Ulliel when she met Booth Booth's glare. He seemed furious and something else she couldn't quite put the finger on. Jealousy thought Sweets.
-"Angie... "She sighed. Slightly exasperated by her best friend's unprofessional behaviour. "When Booth asked a name, he meant to say the victim's.
-Oh yeah. Sorry. Brendon Petts. Freshly divorced, he just got his children's care a few weeks ago. The mother was said violent and deeply depressed." Booth and Brennan stared at each other. Quiet exchange which wasn't unnoticed by the psychiatric who muttered a very silent "interesting" which wasn't that silent judging by the glares he was receiving from both of the partners.
-"Sweetie? What do I do with your mysterious man in your office?
-Angie! You do nothing. You're with Hodgins now" replied her best friend, a bit shocked. Angela chuckled. Then, serious again:
-"Don't you know how much I hate you for having such a skeleton in your closet?
-I don't have any skeletons in my closet Angie." Usually doctor Temperance stayed professional but this time, she could feel -although she didn't believe in gut's feelings-that it was different.
-"Could you describe him Angie?" Booth groaned. Really, he didn't need to hear any of this.
-"It would be my pleasure! So... Tall, tanned, muscular but not too much, dark-haired and charismatic."
-"Is that all? I know plenty of men who could fit into that description." Booth prevent himself from growling.
-"He has beautiful blue eyes, almost as yours. Oh and he has scars on his chest, his shirt slipped so...
Scars... She could only think of someone who had scars on his chest...
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