A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews for the first chapter! This one's a little shorter because it's only from Booth's POV, but hopefully you'll think it's forth the (graciously short) wait. Also sparked by an idea from Mel-Belle!

Disclaimer: If I owned Bones, there would be one of these in every episode. Dave Lombardi, well, is SORT of mine. He's loosely based off of my next-door neighbor :)

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It was just one of those things. The spontaneous should-I-do-it-oh-heck-I'll-just-do-it type. It pops into your head at the perfect moment, and requires practically no thought to plan and carry out. Literally no time. I mean we're talking milliseconds, here.

I guess I should explain what I did to make myself want to justify that little point of fact.

It was a typical day working with Bones, and we were headed to the FBI interrogation room to try to make a guy confess. I like it when they confess. Makes the job easier.

Anyways, as Bones and me were walking into the room, we reached the doorway at the same time. And attempted to go through at the same time.

Well, it didn't really work out. That's to say, we got a little stuck. Neither of us is proud of it, cause I mean I can only imagine how professional it looked. But that's the way it goes, I guess.

The suspect's name was Dave Lombardi. He was just sitting there looking at us with that look. You know, the raised eyebrow one that says "Are you gonna get in here and 'interrogate' me, or what?"

In the mean time, I could feel Bones's glare starting to melt the side of my face, so I turned my head to look at her.

"Booth," she whispered. "Move!"

So you know me. I try to be a gentleman whenever I can, but I confess to being pretty stubborn at times.

"No," I whispered back. "My suspect, Bones. You move."

"Booth!"

"Bones!" I said as I glanced nervously at Lombardi.

Clearly this wasn't going anywhere.

"Look, Bones, this guy wont take us seriously if you don't MOVE!" I pointed out.

"I got here first. You move," came her reply.

Well it was obvious at this point that Lombardi was rather entertained. He had this disgusting, "these two are idiots" look on his face. Like he thought that he could have this in the bag, and he would be able to get off easily.

I looked back over at Bones, this time with a pleading look in my eyes. No luck. She was still glaring at me.

"Look," she exclaimed. "It's your fault we're stuck, your shoulders are too wide!"

"They are NOT Bones. Maybe you should lose a few pounds, huh? Then this won't be an issue next time!" I snapped, perfectly aware that she was in no position to have to lose any weight.

"Maybe you should stop working out so much! Then you wouldn't be such a big hulking man and we wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"I'm not gonna do that, Bones," I whispered matter-of-factly.

"Well neither am I!" she hissed.

"AARGG!" was the only audible response I could muster.

Lombardi started to get up, so I looked over at him.

"Well," he started. "I've enjoyed out little visit, but I've got better things to do."

Now the whole interrogation was in jeopardy, and that made me mad. I had to do something to get the show on the road, because I really didn't want to have to explain to Cullen that we'd potentially lost a case because Bones and I were the deli meat in a door post and partner sandwich.

"Look Pal," I glared. "Just give us a second, you've got nowhere to be." Bones's gaze had been temporarily directed in his direction as well.

Lombardi shot me a look, but sat back down.

So that's when I did that thing. Remember, the spontaneous one I talked about earlier?

I didn't see any other of getting Bones to move, so I did all I could do. I craned my neck over to her and planted a kiss on the side of her mouth.

It was just a small one, but it was enough to get her to take a step back in surprise, eyes wide. It allowed me to move forward and start the interview, ignoring a questioning look from Lombardi.

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Luckily Bones recomposed herself pretty quickly and came in to join us as I was sitting down. Now that I think about it again, she was quieter than she usually is during our interrogations, though.

We weren't able to get Lombardi to confess that day. At a later session with Sweets, he said something about it being the result of our lack of mental presence in the room, meaning he thinks our minds were wandering. I put him in his place, though. Stupid twelve-year-old. My mind doesn't wander; it's very well trained, thanks very much.

Later on in the case when Hodgins dug up some better parasitic evidence we were able to nail the smug bastard. Served him right, laughing at an FBI agent and his forensic anthropologist like that.

Bones and I haven't talked about the doorway incident at all, but we will eventually. When she's ready to admit it was her fault and that she should have just moved without me having to take… drastic action.

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Taa Daa!! I hope you liked it from Booth's point-of-view. Mind hitting that button down there? Musie tells me it's like her fuel and helps her work a little faster when there's lots the read.