AN: This is just a very short opener to a fic that I've been working on. It's pretty straight-forward, and the rating is for later chapters… ;) It will most likely be a mild T until (I'm guessing..could be later) chapter three or four. Also, I've no idea how long this will be, but this my first time trying my hand at a multi-chapter fic so let me know what you think!
Ten Little Things
"Sweets! We don't like to play your psycho-analyzation games, okay? Lay off!"
"Booth, this isn't a game. It's a way for me to see what kinds of things you hold back. This will never come up again. It will in no way affect your partnership. You can hold me to that. I'll be the only one to ever see what you write. Brennan, what do you think?"
"I don't see the point, but I have no objections to it. If you want us to write down ten things that we would say to each other then I'll do it."
"Seriously? You don't see anything wrong with this, Bones?"
"No, I understand that Sweets just wants to analyze what we keep out of our partnership. I don't see why you're so upset."
"Alright. Fine. Whatever." Booth gave up. He knew when to stand his ground, and this seemed like a pretty harmless thing… annoying, a privacy violation, yes, but harmless. And anyway, Sweets already knew the most important thing he was keeping from his partner.
"Okay, great. Now all you half to do is think of ten things you'd like to say to each other, write them down, and then send them to me in an email tonight. As I said, I wont bring them up in our sessions and no matter what you write down, it will not affect anything I tell the Bureau of your partnership. Any questions?"
"Can we leave?" Booth asked dryly.
"Yes, you're free to go."
"Bye, Sweets."
"Bye, Dr. Brennan, see you next week. Bye, Booth."
The only acknowledgement Sweets received from Booth was the slamming door on his way out.
"Why did you agree so-" Booth's accusation toward Brennan was cut off by his phone ringing.
"Booth."
"Sorry, Boss, I was with Sweets."
"Yeah, I'll be there in two seconds." He said before slapping his phone closed.
"Sorry, Bones, I'm gonna have to bail on lunch. I've got a meeting with Hacker that I forgot about."
"That's fine. Are we still getting breakfast tomorrow?"
"Of course, Bones! See you later!" he said while walking off.
Brennan made her way to the Jeffersonian and began working on paperwork since they had no case. It was only around one o'clock and she still had four hours before she was supposed to leave. Mr. Nigel Murray was working in limbo, Cam was immersed in paperwork herself, and Angela and Hodgins had both taken the day off for a long weekend. So, yes, paperwork was the only option. Not that she minded working alone, she did have a lot to catch up on, but Brennan preferred to focus on a case with Booth. They were much more… stimulating. Thinking of Booth, she began jotting down things she'd like to say to him.
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Hacker was a nice man; there were definatly worse people to have as a boss, but he could be boring. If it hadn't been for thinking about those ten things, Booth would have been nodding off while Hacker droned on and on about policy updates and other pointless topics. So Booth sat contemplating what he'd write down, and paying no attention whatsoever to Director Hacker.
AN: So? Tell me what you think please!! I'll try very hard to have the next chapter up by tonight. (It will be late-ish though.) And it will be longer :)
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