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Chapter 2: Are Your Lights Working?
The cool air seemed to rush toward her as Temperance Brennan opened her apartment door. As if not to let any of the air escape outside the door pane, she quickly shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she sighed taking in the new found breeze. She dropped her rather heavy bag by the door, and kicked off her shoes, lying down on the couch letting her hair down. Glancing over at the digital clock above the television she rarely used, she noticed that it was already 3:30. The beach was about a half hour away, therefore she figured she should leave in approximately an hour. But right now, there was no where else she rather be than on her couch enjoying the air conditioning that she had missed so much. Just as she closed her eyes, the silence was broken when her telephone began to ring more obnoxiously than she remembered. She groaned and let the phone ring a bit before reaching for her phone on the coffee table.
"Brennan." She sighed propping herself up on her elbow.
"Hey Bones, are your lights working?"
"Yes they are. Are yours?"
Booth flipped the light switch in his kitchen up and down, "No." he picked up his house phone and listened for a dial tone unsuccessfully before putting it back in the receiver, "It's hotter than the Jeffersonian in here."
She smiled, "That's pretty bad."
"It's hell. And that's practically in a literal sense."
Brennan rested her head back down on the couch putting an arm behind her head, "It's funny how now you're the one suffering from a lack of electricity."
"Yeah, it's real funny Bones. Hysterical." He wiped his brow with a paper towel before pouring himself a glass of water.
She breathed out, "Well you yourself must admit it's quite ironic."
"Well whatever it is ironic, funny…" he took a sip, "It sucks."
Brennan paused for a moment, "You know if it's that horrible in your apartment you can always…well… you know…stay here. Only if you want to of course."
"Hey, uh…thanks Bones, but you sure?" He asked taken off guard by her offer.
She nodded grateful that he couldn't see her reddening cheeks, "I have an extra room I can prepare."
"Don't prepare anything, I'll take the couch. Thanks a lot, Bones." A smile began to creep up on his face, "Hey, I'll swing by in an hour to pick you up."
"Sure, Booth. I'll see you then."
After hanging up with her partner, she got up out of her very comfortable place on the couch and grabbed some pillows and blankets from the hall closet to bring into her guest room, ignoring Booth's directions not to set up anything for him. Once she was finished she returned to the closet to grab some towels before heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.
She didn't even bother turning on the hot water. She was definitely not up to a warm shower after spending what seemed like an eternity in a hot, sticky lab. Stepping into the shower, she closed her eyes as she cool water beat against her back. What had made her invite Booth over to spend the night? Booth had a problem and she helped fix it, or at least helped alleviate it. It was practically like a reflex that had occurred instinctively, the words coming out of her mouth before she could even think things through. There was something about him, his voice that she responded to so naturally. Time after time she found herself buried in his chest wrapped up in a 'guy hug' forgetting why he was holding her in the first place. She ran her hands through her hair as the soapy water from her hair slid down the length of her body meeting the drain. He had an influence on her like no one else had or ever had. Shutting off the shower head after about 25 minutes, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. She was now regretting the cold shower, the mixture of the AC and cold water sending a shiver up her spine.
Entering her bedroom, she noticed her cell phone blinking indicating a missed call. She sat down on her bed and looked down at the cell phone now in her hand seeing it was Angela. Deciding she had more than enough time to get ready before Booth got there, she hit the call back button and held the phone to her ear and waited until Angela answered her phone.
"Hey sweetie. Seen I called?"
Brennan got up off her bed and opened up the bottom drawer of her bureau which contained her bathing suits,
"Yeah, hey Ange. I was in the shower. What did you want?"
"Well I wanted to give you a few rules before you come to the beach."
"Rules?"
"Yes, rules." Angela smiled, "Regarding swimwear attire."
Brennan sighed, "I'm all ears."
"Ok, there will be absolutely no one-pieces, no tankinis, and nothing that covers too much skin."
Brennan put down the black one-piece she had just pulled out of the drawer.
"Well what makes you automatically assume that I'd wear any one of those things?"
"Bren you're the one who wore a suit to a night club. You give me every reason to be cautious that you might show up to the beach in front of Booth might I add with some granny thing on."
"What does Booth being there have anything to do with it?" Brennan asked shaking her head.
Angela giggled, "See you later Bren. Remember the rules."
"I will Ange." She rolled her eyes smiling, "Bye."
Brennan rummaged through her drawer a bit throwing her phone onto her bed. Did she have anything that Angela would approve of? She believed she did have something actually, one thing to be more precise. She'd bought it in the event she did actually leave with Sully on his boat for the year. Deciding otherwise she had never gotten to wear it and today would be her first time since it would pass Angela's standards. Finally retrieving it, she closed the drawer and put it down on her bed. After putting it on, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was a barely there string bikini. Black with gold strings, the bikini complimented her very well. Hearing a knock on the door, she quickly adjusted the top, and slipped on a black sleeveless terrycloth dress that ended just at her knees. Jogging toward the door she called out a quick 'coming' before looking through the peep hole.
"Hey Booth." She said opening the door.
He smiled, "Ready to go?"
She pointed behind her with her thumb, "Yes, uh just let me get my bag. Come in."
Brennan walked toward her bedroom and pointed toward the room next to it, "You can put your things in the guest room."
"Bones, I told you I'd take the couch." He called to her from inside the room.
Brennan grabbed her cell phone and threw it into her beach bag, "Well the couch isn't all that comfortable." She closed her bedroom door behind her just as Booth was coming out of the guest room.
"Now, we ready?" Booth asked.
"Yes, let's go."
Putting his hand on the small of her back, he led her out of the door shutting the lights behind him.
