This totally just came to me in Creative Writing. We have to do these journal entries every day, and it was to write in the opposite sex's point of view. My current obsession with the Vegas Episode inspired it, for obvious reasons. And before I continue, might I note that something went on there because they only had one bed. Brennan changed in the bathroom. Maybe that will be my next oneshot.
Disclaimer: I refuse to put up with this nonsense.
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Booth was beginning to think she would never come out of the bathroom. She had chosen a dress to wear for their little undercover assignment soon, and it had been a disaster. She still looked great, she always looked great, but it wasn't what he was looking for. Fortunately, he had anticipated this and got her something himself. He had had to do a little recon work of her closet at hope before hand. Then was for a different reason, but he still benefited from the information.
When she came out of the bathroom for the second time the whole world stood still. She's my partner, she's my partner, she's my partner, Booth chanted to himself in his head.
Her phone rang; probably the squints, calling with information that might help them catch the killer. He indicated for him to zip her up, and he had to really refrain himself from doing something he would regret later. But that didn't prevent him from saying something inappropriate. She was slightly distracted, so he could probably get away with it.
"That's hot."
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Well, you know what to do. I realize that it's obnoxiously short, but that was kinda the point. It all transpired over like a minute.