OPERATION SWEETS IN THE STREET
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Title: Operation Sweets in the Street
Summary: Thanks to his dancing abilities, Booth discovers how to get Sweets out of their house… this is the beginning of Operation Sweets in the Street.
Genre: Romance, humor
Season/episode: Season 8 – episode 10 "The Diamond in the Rough"
Spoilers: Anything aired until "The Ghost in the Machine" (8x09), and the spoilers from promos and sneak-a-peeks from "The Diamond in the Rough" (8x10).
Pairing: Booth/Brennan (other canon pairings)
Rating: K+ (If anyone disagrees please let me know)
Warnings: Light sexual innuendo and not explicit or graphic mention of sexual activities (much like in the show).
Comments: It's somewhat a continuation of "Love in Farsi" but this time the terrorized one is Sweets.
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Acknowledgements: Big thanks to my beta Whatever55 for her great job :D
OPERATION SWEETS IN THE STREET
Chapter 1:
Operation Sweets In The Street
Booth had been a little annoyed with Brennan when she laughed because she was incredulous of his ability to dance. She thought Sweets was lying when he revealed that the agent taught dance to earn money during college. They had danced in Aurora during their first year of partnership, for Christ sake!
He wasn't really angry but his pride had been hurt, and he had decided to show her his abilities as a dancer. He wanted to prove to her that he could really dance and do it well. Sadly during their undercover assignment, the investigation took precedence and everything was just too busy. Still, he was determined to show Brennan his dancing skills that night.
Sweets was with Fisher in some kind of comedy club, so the couple had the house to themselves until the wee hours. It was the perfect opportunity for some dancing and some romantic time.
He groaned internally. He really couldn't wait for Sweets to leave!
After dinner, Booth pushed the furniture a little out of its normal place to get some extra room in the living room and put on some rumba music.
He offered his hand to Brennan saying, "C'mon, Bones, I'll teach you how to dance."
"I can dance, Booth. You don't need to teach me."
"Sorry, Bones, but no, you can't dance. But it's ok, you can't dance and I can't sing," he argued smiling at her sweetly. "Buuut… you could learn if you let me teach you."
He gave her his charming smile, knowing that it will get her to comply and at least try it. Of course, Brennan decided to give the experiment a try. If she was honest with herself, after watching some of the footage they recorded during the investigation, it was fairly obvious that he was a good dancer while she wasn't.
Soon the couple was dancing and enjoying the night. As soon as Booth got Brennan to relax and to follow his lead, she improved, and stopped stomping on his feet. He probably should have gotten her to take off her heels before they started dancing, though.
From then on, the activity became pleasant. In fact, the romantic atmosphere, the music, and the passionate dancing made for an intimate and arousing evening.
Booth had missed this kind of intimacy as Sweets' presence in the house has limited any kind of intimacy to their bedroom. Happy to have a night for them, Booth closed the distance between them and kissed her deeply.
Their passion exploded and soon they were tugging at each other clothes desperately trying to get them out of their way. Brennan succeeded in taking off his t-shirt, with a little help from the agent…
Sweets had decided to head back to the Booth-Brennan household after only a round of drinks with Fisher after the show. He wasn't in the mood for more, and let's face it, Fisher had quite a depressive personality.
He opened the door quietly, trying not to disturb the other three inhabitants of the house, and silently walked through the corridor in the direction of the stairs.
On his way there, he passed by the living room where he found the partners kissing and disrobing each other. Honestly, Booth's bare back was more of Booth than he had ever wanted to see.
He covered his mouth with his hands to stop the gasp, or even squeal, that threatened to come out, and ran upstairs to his room as quietly as possible.
Once in Parker's room, he closed the door and prayed that they hadn't heard him come back.
He was out of luck.
Booth heard him turn the key and open the door. He paid attention to his reaction, and suppressed his urge to laugh at the shrink. Laughing at that moment would have given him away. Sweets' reaction had given him an idea to finally get him to move out and free his house of the baby duck infestation. He was worse than a plague of mosquitoes or any of Hodgins' bugs!
He waited a few minutes, enjoying kissing Brennan thoroughly, and then directed her up the stairs. Still kissing each other and throwing their clothes all over the staircase, they made their way up to their room. And just to make sure to embarrass Sweets as much as possible, the agent made sure they banged the walls on their way up.
Operation Sweets in the street was on. He was going to get the baby duck out of their house! Soon!
The next morning, the psychologist woke up afraid to leave his allotted room. He opened the door just a crack and peered out carefully, only to find Brennan picking up the clothes from the staircase and looking at him oddly. He guessed that it probably had something to do with how he was looking through the cracked door as if he was looking for some kind of monster ready to attack him.
He quickly closed the door and waited a few more minutes before finally braving his way out of the room.
He had only just left the room and walked a few steps down, when he saw them at the lower end of the stairs. Booth had Brennan pinned against the wall and was kissing her in a way Sweets had never seen the agent kiss anyone. He had never wanted to see it in the past, and he prayed he would never see it again. If there was any way to erase the memory from his brain he'd take it… maybe washing his eyes with soap would help?
Until last night, he had been convinced that the agent's puritan nature wouldn't have allowed him to do anything remotely sexual out of the couple's bedroom. He should have corrected his wrongful assumption when he overheard a conversation between Angela and Brennan soon after it was revealed that the partners were no longer 'just partners'. But he had been too smug reeling in having known that they were in love sooner than anyone. Well at least until the squint squad told him they knew it before their first year of partnership was over. That and Cam saying that she knew the moment she saw how terrified he was when the Gravedigger kidnapped Brennan and Hodgins, shut the shrink up.
He couldn't go down now, though. There was no way in hell he was going to interrupt them, either of them could kill him. Probably the agent, seeing as how he was giving him signals with his right hand to turn around and leave.
He ran back up to his room and closed the door behind him again, groaning at what looked like really bad luck.
He sat down on the bed trying to decide how he could go down for breakfast without crossing the staircase. After a few minutes, he gave up and picked up his phone.
"Wendell? Hey, do you have room in your apartment for me? I'll pay rent, even if I have to sleep on the couch," he said sounding desperate.
"Yeah, I sound desperate because I am desperate. Booth has made it clear to me last night and today that he doesn't want me in their house anymore. I'm not waiting for an engraved invitation to leave with some gory threat of what will happen to me if I don't written in Farsi! I really don't want to learn any secret ability Booth may have, let alone on my own skin!"
He heard Wendell laugh at the other end of the line.
Booth's threat to Arastoo was common knowledge by now and it reached his ears a while ago. Around a few drinks the men of the lab and Sweets had talked about the incident in Limbo and Booth's threats. Hodgins had even confessed he had gone to plead for mercy when he and Angela broke up fearing the agent could decide to follow through with his threat. He was still thanking his lucky starts that he wasn't hanging from a tree from his male parts. And Sweets really didn't want to think what the agent could come up with next.
He didn't appreciate Wendell's laugh but he needed to get out of the house pronto, and if someone could help him do that it was the intern.
"C'mon it's not that funny… will you help me or not?"
Finally, Wendell offered him his couch for a few weeks. Then his roommate would leave and he could take his room. Sweets thanked the intern for his hospitality and then begged for help to get out of the house. The psychologist wanted Wendell to drive to Booth's house with a ladder so that he could climb down through the window. This way he could avoid the couple and survive the weekend. With a little luck, Booth will enjoy his weekend - it looked like he planned on it – and be less prone to killing him for overstaying his welcome on Monday when he'd be forced to see him again.
Wendell laughed so hard at the shrink that he needed almost five full minutes to calm down and be able to talk again. Finally, he decided to comply with Sweets' plan. He was going to enjoy the psychologist's discomfort as much as possible, though. He was going to text Booth to his phone to tell him about the baby duck's escape plan.
Sweets thanked him profusely, and just before he could hang up the phone, Wendell gave him some warning. "The way you broke with Daisy wasn't right, so don't expect to avoid Booth's wrath forever. I recon he's just luring you to a false sense of security."
Oh, how he hoped Wendell was wrong!
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