The collected takeout on the way back to her place, she had beer he did not.
Booth opened her door with his key. Put the takeout down on the concrete table or as he preferred to call it the sacrificial pulpit. And made his way to the fridge, opening the door he exclaimed
"Kaboom"
Only to be greeted with an eye roll as she placed her coat on the coat stand and plopped her bag beside the takeout.
"your just glad there isn't a bomb in there, because If I have to visit your grave after you die you better believe I will have something amusing written on there to keep me interested and 'Special agent Seeley Booth war hero, FBI agent and hero to all, died suddenly due to an unfortunate interaction with a household appliance' would amuse me."
"Amusing my death is not meant to amuse you; you are meant to be heartbroken, weeping over my grave pleading to get me and my fine ass back. Of course you will have to get in line behind all the other heartbroken women."
"That will be a very short line, I'm sure I can wait, and you are right I would miss your fine ass. The rest of you I could live without."
"Nope. Nuh huh. I know you like the whole package don't pretend I haven't caught you checking me out." He said doing a twirl on the wooden flooring and striking a pose.
"That's rich coming from you; you aren't as sly as you think you are. Mr sniper."
He laughed and started dishing out the food as she open the beers and got out cutlery. Not wanting to pay for carpet cleaners due to the mess Booth makes with Chop sticks.
As they sat and ate silence took over as it usually does when Booths mouth is busy with food and she has learnt over the years not to interrupt their love affair. It was only after they had finished and Booth was still not talking that Brennan knew things where about to launch into the awkward territory again. Goody.
"Um about what Angela said today… you know about us and sex...um… that, do you think she is right… about that."
Brennan raised her eyes in shock, apparently the flirting thing was over and they were actually talking about it seriously.
"Uh Booth are you sure you want to talk about this. You usually don't want to talk about this."
"yeah I mean I'm ready… are you?"
"Wow we are not having sex tonight; you really think I would do that, sleep with you because Angela is frustrated. I do not need bunches of flowers or dinner dates but I am not that easy to bed Booth. You are really bad at this. I really wonder how you got any one to sleep with you if that's your version of a romantic overture. Do women usually say yes to that? I may not be a typical woman but I find the fact that you think you can just say how about it and I will jump into your arms offensive."
"No I didn't mean that. Jeeze Bones no. N.O. I meant I'm ready to talk about us and sex and stuff."
"Oh that is less offensive. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you but you really need to learn to talk in full sentences with verbs and appropriate nouns. It can be confusing when you say something and you expect me to get it from your tone. I suck at non-verbal communication, you told me that."
"I'll work on it so how about it Bones. I'm still not referring to sex just to be clear"
"Better and yes I believe I am ready to talk about us and sex and stuff."
"good.
"yeah, good."
"Uh… where should we start?"
"I don't know I thought by the fact you brought it up you would have a specific starting place figure out already."
"Yeah, I don't, I figured you're the smart one you would know where to start."
"but you are the one who knows more about romantic relationships."
But you're the one who said she would teach me about family.
"family"
"Yeah you and me we make a pretty good start to a family, right?"
"You want to start a family with me. It is irrational but that makes me happy. Although I have not quite doubts but…"
"Niggles"
"Niggles?... I have niggles about what you mean when you say family, I don't want to get married; I don't want a load of kids, ONE at the most. Why are you laughing? I'm serious. I will not cope with the possibility of screwing up more than one child."
"You do realise we are discussing marriage and kids before we even have been on our first date."
"We have to, Booth with us it all or nothing otherwise it isn't worth the risk to our partnership, our friendship. You know that you are the one who made the line. You are the one who kept talking about the rules"
"I know it's just not how I expected it to be that all."
"Are you disappointed?"
"No its just, I can't help but think I'm missing something. It's not you I have always been like this."
"I can understand that. You want to be normal. I know the feeling, everyone knows the feeling."
"I remember seeing all the other family with Moms and Dads and there biggest problem was whether or not to have meatloaf on Tuesday night. Compared to my family…"
"When I was younger got upset when people pointed out that I was different, when I didn't fit in with everyone else but I got over it because… my mom she was really, really normal" Brennan paused as if remembering. "she worked in a bookstore, she went to PTA meetings, organised the neighbourhood watch, she always had perfect hair and makeup, she made cookies and baked muffins, she put dinner on the table for when we got home and she always managed to fit in everywhere she went. I resented her for it. I couldn't understand how a woman like her and a person like me could be related genetically. But do you want to know what the last thing she ever said to me was… we had been arguing I had bought a pair of those really baggy jeans with the huge pockets and she wouldn't allow me to wear them to school because she thought they were not fitting for young woman, she would have made me wear dresses every day if my dad hadn't stepped in, I wanted to wear them because that's what everyone else was wearing, I was screaming from the top of the stairs about how unfair it was and I just wanted to be normal when my mom slapped me then told me she didn't bring me into this world to be ordinary she didn't go through all of it to just have an ordinary daughter she wanted an extraordinary daughter and she thought she had one but obviously she had been mistaken." Brennan gulped to hold back the emotion that was threatening to come out. "I slammed the door in her face and snuck out with my jeans rolled up in my bag to wear to school."
"I'm sorry…"
Brennan interrupted before he could finish. "No, I learnt something from it, it put things in perspective."
"The last thing my mom said to me was 'don't eat all the pie'; I still disagree with her to this day."
"I can tell" she said pinching the non-existent fat of his stomach. " that was not the point, it was all a lie, at least that's what it feels like now, she wasn't perfect, she was a criminal, it was all a façade and now I'm left feeling like I never really knew my mom. To me all of the perfect families seem like a façade now, they might not be but it seems superficial and unimportant because I did know my mom she was the woman who wanted me to grow up and be amazing who sacrificed for me to have that opportunity. The last thing she said to me was probably the closest I ever got to seeing Ruth Keenan"
"I get what you're saying you should aim to be happy not normal; it's just not that easy." Booth said in a petulant tone.
"Ok, well I can help you, you know, I am very good at approaching a huge task and breaking it down into little bits. I'm very organised."
Booth laughed.
Brennan smirked.
"SO we are doing this then? I show you romance you show me family and we get to have sex whilst doing it right?"
"seems doable."
"Ok well I'm going to go now."
"What why, I may have reconsidered my previous stance on sex tonight"
Booth laughed.
"Nuh huh Romance Bones."
Booth snapped the door behind him leaving Brennan slumped on the sofa.
Suddenly her Phone buzzed.
"Hello"
"Hi"
"Booth? You just left."
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Oh I get it you're doing the romantic thing,"
"Kinda ruining it Bones"
"Fine, where?"
"Surprise."
"Eurrgh you're not one of those guys are you?"
"Yep, and I'm still not telling you."
"Ok fine. When or is that a surprise to?"
"Nope tomorrow night."
"What should I wear? Angela will want to plan my costume"
"Fancy, I told you we were doing romantic and I would prefer if you chose you're own clothes you know me better than Angela does."
"Ok but you have to tell her, she will be disappointed she has been planning this for years."
"I will apologise to her tomorrow."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Pause as neither of the partners wants to hang up.
Brennan breaks the silence "Are you coming back in? we still have all the paperwork to do."
Booth laughs, "sure but I have to plan a big date tomorrow so I cant stay late, I need my beauty sleep."
"That you do."
