Evening
"I think this day is endless," Angela complained and dissatisfied with folded lips. Sometimes she sad sigh. "There's solid vanity."
"It's only half of what we had to do, by the way," Temperance answered and wearily clasped her hands. "But it's not a problem. I have this night to do something," she glanced at the clock: it's nearly ten p.m.
"Are you sure?" Friend looked at her with a pity or sadness. "Maybe you should go home?"
"For what? For sitting there and watching this boring Christmas shows? Isn't better to help to reveal this murder?"
"You'll stay alone here," Angela tried to convince her. "There won't be no one, you'll see it. So let's go rest."
"I appreciate your care 'bout me," Temperance said and radiant smiled, but her eyes issued the fatigue and something else making you to feel despair. "It's OK, I'll exactly find a deal to myself. For me it's more better than rest in a bar or at home with the bottle of wine. Christmas will come just tomorrow. Everybody will celebrate only upcoming holidays today."
"Hope you really want it. If you'll get bored - call on me." Montenegro gave her an encouraging grin and hugged her friend. Than she went away soundly stamping by her heels.
Temperance stayed here for some time looking into the void and thinking 'bout something herself. Wearily, she yawned and slowly went to her office where she hasn't been till the morning. The fist half a day Booth and she spent to the traffic jam so that's why she barely had time to examine the bones, to identify it and to press the cause of dead.
She came upstairs on the second flor where she didn't find anyone. Even lights didn't glow. All over the Jefferson became empty. The stuffs quickly left it and security didn't come. There was very quiet all around. The sound of ventilation felt like a real thunder and the click of the lights was allocated among the sound of the steps. Brennan went and thought about the reason she doesn't let herself to get a rest. Why does she make a choice in favour of working? Didn't she deserve the rest? No, she did, she actually deserved the rest. So why does she do it? Perhaps she is just scared. She doesn't want to break this wall of consistence that she built for years. She doesn't want to lose the control over generation stability and to unstring herself. Questions fall on the tired head like a waterfall but it went away us quickly us it came. Her mind convinced her with the reasons about carrier, brilliant future and a great success. She got it without any problems but her mind didn't stop and said her to go next. She forgot about friends, fun and even a men. Temperance closed her eyes and made to go away all of the contradictory thoughts. She came inside her office an clicked a light. Suddenly she shouted and made a step back. She was surprised. Glowing string of lights on the walls was reflected in the tinsel. Than she saw a man sitting near the table. There was the high green cap on his head. He looked like Grinch who stole Christmas. On the big table that was littered with documents and other important papers stood hot pizza and glasses of champaign.
"Booth?" She asked with amazement. She just could'n think about somebody else in this moment. Who else could make it all?
"You said you like to get fun like people all over the world," answered the familiar voice.
"I'm... I'm not..." Brennan tried to say but her attention switched on this string of lights or on this good smelling and tasty food. "Did you decorate it all by yourself?"
"Sure. There's no one besides me." He proudly raised his head and turned around spreading his hand. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's... It's gorgeous," Temperance involuntarily laughed and enthusiastically glanced the office. "But why?"
"I thought and asked myself: "Hey, why don't I stay on my work?" Seeley feigned thoughtfulness put a finger to his chin. "There's a lot of things to do. "
"On the work?" She mimicked with the sarcasm and squinted. Than she went to him and sat near him leaning an elbow countertop. "Didn't you prove me yesterday that it's wrong?"
"I like to do wrong sometimes. And in my opinion it's funnier to get bored together, isn't it?"
"Your office is far from my," assertive Brennan didn't inferior widely smiling. "What did you forget here?"
"So," he took a piece of pizza from the box and bit off. "I decided to bring this food and champaign to you," he showed the bottle. "And I decorated it all, but I think it'll fall off."
"Jesus!" She couldn't resist and loudly laughed. Than she turned away to become calm.
"FBI is closed now," Booth continued. "I don't want to go home that's why I'm going to sit here and to distract you."
"To distract? It's charming... How will you do it?" Girl leaned forward with the interest. "And your cap is stupid."
"Oh, it's my profession," he said and winked. "I'll think about it. And we'll see, is my cap stupid or not. But before we'll drink."
"Thanks," she said suddenly and brought her eyes down.
"For what?"
"Thanks for..." Brennan almost decided, almost said but abruptly stopped herself. "Though it's not important. Just thanks.
A lot of men gave their attention to her. She couldn't count the roses that quickly died and the sweets that became dusty. She always promised to herself that it'll be another that the last time. But stories stays the same, only names changes. She could understand this courtships laughing and smiling but she couldn't take it on in spite of all the efforts. She works with Booth not for a long time. When she remembers how did she upset Temperance recognises to herself that now she's glad. Every of their conversations almost became an argue just cause of their different. It's difficult to explain even mathematically. But it makes their relationship special, different from another relationships and breaking the prejudice of friends' relationships. Perhaps not only friends'...
In the Jeffersonian laboratory sounded the laugh till the morning. First female than male and both. And lights shined in the window for a long time but it went away with the rise. Grumpy security that making rounds found empty bottle of champaign and pieces of pizza. Tinsels that stayed at the walls by the simple tape fell on the floor. But nobody cares.
No one won't come to work and Jefferson will stay empty for all day and even the restaurants will stay closed but in home of every participant of this story in this magic day will be funny and warm cause of atmosphere of this great holiday.
