Foot in the Foreclosure
"Ah, my young friend" Dr. Wyatt smiled as Booth entered the kitchen a couple weeks later. "And how have you been?"
Booth smiled and slid into the same stool as the week before. "Not bad, not bad. But I gotta tell you, Bones is plenty pissed that she's not invited."
"Is that so?" the chef poured himself a cup of tea. "So therefore you must have told her why you were meeting with me?"
"What?" Booth snorted. "Yeah right. I just told her that we were meeting for coffee. I didn't tell her about the advice; are you kidding me?"
"And why would I be kidding you, Agent Booth?"
Booth's eyebrows rose. "Seriously? Come on, you know Bones. She'd have some anthropological reason for whatever she wanted to talk about." His lips curled up in a smile at the thought.
"Yes…" Wyatt's lips curved up in wry thought. "And how are things going on that front? Hope. Patience?"
Booth leaned forward, pressing his elbows to the counter. He shrugged a shoulder and blinked a few times as if remembering something particularly nice. "It's going okay. " He smiled again. "You know, Bones can be really nice when she wants to be."
"When she wants to be?" Gordon Gordon interrupted. "How so?"
"Well…" Booth sat up straight. "Like with my grandfather. With Pops, she was really nice, and I mean, they got along great. Like, too great, sometimes."
"Ah…what do you mean by that?"
Booth eyed him. "I don't know…they almost…it was almost like they ganged up on me. Not in a bad way, just…they just really got along, that's all."
"Right, but you make it sound like she was acting that way. For your benefit, perhaps?"
"What?" Booth frowned. "No, it wasn't like that. Bones isn't like that. It was more like…more like…she was…" he sighed. "I don't know. Just more relaxed, I guess. She was really comfortable. She was more herself, but the relaxed, easygoing part of her."
"I see" Dr. Wyatt nodded. "And why do you think that is?"
Booth's eyebrows rose. "I don't know."
"You don't?" Dr Wyatt asked him. "You don't think that perhaps she might have been more relaxed and…herself, as you put it, because she feels that way around you?"
Booth was quiet for a moment, and he took a sip of his coffee. "I don't know. Maybe. It's possible. But it's also possible that she just liked Pops because he's grandfather-y, and she's never really had that."
"Hmmm…" Dr. Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "Yes, I suppose that's possible as well." He shrugged a shoulder. "Well, I'm sure you know best. Of course, it's also possible that the reason they got on so well is because they have something important in common."
"Oh yeah?" Booth asked. "What's that?"
Dr Wyatt tilted his head to the side and just looked at Booth.
"Who, me?"
The chef smiled. "Quite."
"Huh" Booth shrugged. "I guess…I mean…it's possible. Anything's possible."
"Yes…" Dr. Wyatt drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Anything indeed."