This is my first attempt at Bones fiction. It may go off canon at some point, but hey, it's fiction, right?
Booth/Brennan
PG-13
Chicken Bones
Part Two
Brennan was under her desk when she heard the outer office door open. She did a miraculous 360 turn and poked her head out.
"Booth."
"Bones?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you under your desk?"
"I dropped something."
"Need some help?"
"Nope, got it. Thanks."
Brennan pulled herself upright via the rolling chair behind the desk. Booth put his hand on the backrest to keep it from rolling as Brennan stood and dusted her slacks and smoothed her hair.
Booth quirked an eyebrow.
"What is it? Where are we going now, Booth?"
Booth flipped open the manila file folder and sat it on Brennan's desk.
"Shopping mall."
"I don't shop."
"You do so shop."
"How do you know?"
"Everyone shops."
"I'm not everyone."
"Do you have to be so difficult?"
"Do you have to answer my statements with questions?"
Booth sighed and shuffled the pictures in the file.
"Okay. It's not exactly a mall…yet. The company that is building the mall called in an archeologist to excavate the area just in case there were any…you know."
"No. I don't."
"Bones, Bones."
"Oh."
"Anyway, apparently he found some."
Booth threw a glossy 8 X 10 on the polished surface of Brennan's desk.
"Okay," she said, "let's go."