A/N I am sorry about all the typos in the first chapter. I was very busy with classes and didn't have time to properly edit it. I hope they didn't take from it too much. This is my first Bones fanfic, so any constructive criticism (especially about being in character) would be greatly appreciated.
Brennan hadn't realized she had fallen asleep until she felt Booth gently shaking her leg. "Bones...wake up, Bones..."
"hmmm?" she responded sleepily.
He smiled to himself, She is so cute when she first wakes up, he thought to himself. "Bones," he spoke a bit louder to rouse her, "we are here, and, um, I kind of need my hand back to turn off the car, and you need to do your squinty thing."
She looked up to Booth with a slightly confused expression on her face. What the hell is he talking – oh shit!" she though as she realized her left hand was still tightly holding his right one. Brennan let go quickly looking looking and feeling very embarrassed.
Booth flashed her his charm smile, and began to get out of the car. "Let's go get your bone thing done and the remains sent back to the Jeffersonian. I want to get back to DC tonight, I hate motels" he shuddered.
Brennan let out a small laugh at this. A few months before, they were on a case in West Virginia and forced to stay the night in an awful motel. Booth had begun banging on her door around 3am frantically talking about the "hoard of cockroaches" taking over his room. She went over to check, and found only three. Still, he had insisted on staying in her room in the chair. Not that I minded sharing a room with Seeley Booth.
Brennan got out of the SUV and went around to the trunk to get on her "squint gear" as Booth called it. As she was putting on her last glove, she felt Booth walk up behind her. "I am almost done getting ready, Booth. I am confident that we can get this scene processed with sufficient time to return to DC tonight."
"Oh, right, great, Bones." He paused for a moment, but did not move away. Brennan felt his hand on her shoulder, gently turning her around to face him. He waited until her eyes met his own and asked "Sure you are okay?"
She dropped her eyes, "Of course, Booth. As I said it would be ill-"
"I know, I know, morons and all," Booth cut off her speech.
"Neurons, Booth!" She sighed exasperatedly, as she began walking to the police line. Mirroring her sigh, Booth followed her down to the crime scene.
An officer Pierce, met them at the tape. Booth flashed his badge and the young officer let the partners through and began giving them the run-down of the case. Bones bee-lined for the remains, while Booth stayed and listened to Pierce.
"Two boys," Pierce pointed to two teenagers talking to another officer, "found the body about 5 this morning. Apparently they were getting some early morning paint-ball in before school. They say they usually play back here about 3 times a week, and haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary lately. One of the boys, Micheal, went to hide behind that bush," he indicated the bush where doctor Brennan was looking over the body, "and had quite a scare." Pierce looked proud of himself.
"This your first real case?" Booth asked with a smile.
"Yes, sir!" He responded sounding both excited and nervous.
"I will tell your supervisor you did well. Keep up the good work, kid."
"Booth! There seems to be some sort of paint on the body. I am going to take a sample," Brennan called from behind the bush.
"Don't worry about it, Bones," Booth called back, chuckling to himself. Just like her to wonder off and miss the simplest explanation.
"Why not?" She asked coming up behind him.
"Because, the two boys that found the body, were playing paint-ball, and if you had stuck around to hear the run-down, you would know that," he finished with a smug smile.
Brennan looked confused, "what is 'paint-ball'?"
"I will explain it on the way back to DC, first we have to go talk to the kids."
Booth and Brennan walked over to the cop who was finishing getting the boys' statements. Booth flashed his badge and began introducing himself, effectively dismissing the officer. "Hi, I am Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is Dr. Temperance Brennan with the Jeffersonian. We would like to ask you boys a few questions." They both nodded their assent but were quiet. "First, what are your names and how old are you?"
The smaller boy spoke up, "I am Mark Smith and I am 16, and this is Jimmy Martin he is 15."
"Okay, tell me what happened. From the beginning."
The boys glanced at each other, something unspoke going between them before Mark spoke up. "We were playing paint-ball back through the woods.."
"We know we are not supposed to play in the park, but the woods of the park back up against the woods in my backyard and you know, we get into the game and run everywhere, I mean..." Jimmy interrupted.
"Relax, kid, that is not what the FBI cares about, we just want to solve this murder. Now, please continue, Mark."
"We were playing through the woods, and Jimmy here went to hid behind that bush, when I just heard him scream. I ran over there, and found that – that-..." Great, Booth thought, now they are both freaking out. I just wanna get out of here and figure out what the hell is going on with Bones. He glanced over at her, she appeared to be paying attention, but her eyes had a slight far away look.
"Okay, thanks Jimmy, Mark" he said as he handed each of them his card. "If you remember anything else give me a call. You got any questions, Bones?"
She startled a bit, but recovered quickly "Ah, no. We finished cataloging the scene, so we just need to make arrangement to have the body sent to the lab, and we can head back to DC."
"Sounds, great," Booth smiled at her. He put his hand on the small of her back and walked back to the SUV. He watched as she took off the squint gear and loaded it, with all the evidence, into the trunk. "Ready?" She nodded. "Okay, lets get back. Are you hungry? I know a great diner about 20 minutes from here with great pie."
"Sure, Booth, but I am NOT eating pie," she responded lightheartedly as she climbed into the SUV.
God, I love that smile. Booth thought.