(Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan)
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The theater was dark except for the light coming from the giant screen along the back wall that was now showing upcoming features. Booth held the hand of his date as he looked for two empty seats, trying not to disturb the patrons already there. Spotting two empty seats near the back of the theater, Booth pulled on the hand of his date. "Come on, there's two seats over there."
Beyond irritated, Candy Walton started to complain in a stage whisper. "If you'd got off of work earlier we could have arrived before the lights were turned down."
Exasperated, Booth sidled down the row of seats as he tried to take possession of one the few paired seats that were not occupied. "I'm working a homicide. I couldn't stop my interview with a suspect just because I had a date." Finally at the seats, Booth leaned over and spoke to the woman in the seat next to the empty seats. "Are these taken?"
As dark as it was, Brennan could barely make out the face of the man leaning over her. "No, as far as I know they are free."
Relieved, Booth smiled even though he knew the woman wouldn't really be able to see it. "Thanks." Once he was seated next to her, he turned towards his date who had finally sat down next to him and handed her a drink. "See, the movie hasn't even started yet."
Not mollified in the least, Candy took the drink and played with the straw poking out of the lid. "That is beside the point. You told me you'd meet me in front of the theater at 6:45 not 7:10. It is unacceptable that you're treating me this way."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh." The patron behind Candy was growing annoyed and leaned forward. "And it is unacceptable that you're talking. Shut up please."
Insulted, Candy turned to Booth and demanded he protect her honor. "Did you hear that? Well . . . do something."
"Like what?" Booth was tired of Candy. All she did was complain about his job and him and she always raised hell if his job sometimes interfered with their plans. "This is a movie house and you should be quiet or at least talk quietly."
Her eyes flashing, Candy dumped the coke on the floor splashing Booth's pant legs and stood up. "I've had enough of you. You're a horrible boyfriend, absolutely terrible." Now in a fit of pique, she sidled down the aisle and left.
Actually relieved that she was gone, Booth pushed the now empty cup on the floor with the toe of his right boot under the seat in front of him and started munching on his buttery popcorn. His pants were damp, but he knew they'd dry soon. He'd paid good money to see this movie and he was damn well going to see it.
Brennan's date placed his hand on her skirt, next slipping his hand under the hem. Annoyed Brennan reached down and removed his hand from where it was now inching up her leg. "We are here to watch a movie not for you to perform sexual stimulation on my vagina."
A snicker from behind them and Mark Perry folded his arms against his chest in embarrassment. "This is a theater, keep your voice down." He had heard that Brennan was easy, but so far he hadn't seen any proof of that. He'd tried to get her to go to bed with him before they came to the theater, but she had objected since their date had been made to actually attend the theater. He had tried to force the issue at her apartment, but she had grabbed her purse, opened the door and demanded that they leave before the opening credits began. He'd still had hopes that they would leave the movie early, but now he wasn't so sure.
Annoyed with her date, Brennan was aware that the man had been trying to get her to perform coitus since they had met earlier that evening, but she really did want to see this movie and his insistence on having his way was starting to infuriate her. "I plan to watch this entire movie. If you have other plans then feel free to leave."
Another snicker from behind him and Mark had had enough. "Fine, you bitch." Standing, he crossed in front of her only to be stopped by the man who had lost his date a few short minutes earlier. "You need to learn respect asshole."
The stranger was bigger than Mark and he appeared menacing in the dark, still he was frustrated and he wasn't going to take any shit from anyone. "Get the hell out of my way. This is none of your business."
Booth, grabbed the front of Mark's shirt and leaned closer. "I'm making it my business. Apologize to the lady right now."
Though it was dark, Mark could see the rage on Booth's face and he knew it would be faster and safer to do what the man had asked of him. Removing Booth's hand from his shirt, Mark leaned down and through clenched teeth apologized to his date. "I'm sorry." Standing straight he stared at Booth who finally sat down to allow him to pass.
Once Mark was gone, Brennan shook her head. "It was unnecessary to illicit an apology from Mark. I don't care that he has a low opinion of me."
But Booth did care. Leaning closer, his voice low, Booth felt like the lady was being too easy going or perhaps she was just hiding her hurt feelings. He couldn't really tell. "Look, that man only wanted sex with you. He had no respect for you at all and that is not right. Jerks like that piss me off."
The movie starting, Brennan nodded her head. "He tried to initiate coitus at my apartment and I refused. I think he was disappointed."
Not really sure what the word coitus meant, Booth assumed it had something to do with sex and now regretted not punching Mark before the creep left. "No means no. You have a right to say no and that jerk had better get that before he ends up on the wrong side of the law."
Her gaze now on the screen, Brennan nodded her head once more. "I can protect myself, but you are correct. Forcing his attentions on someone is bound to illicit a response from law enforcement sooner or later."
Nothing else to say, Booth and Brennan watched the movie until Booth's phone started to vibrate. Since the call was from his supervisor, Booth knew that he had to leave. Standing, he hurried down the aisle and out the door into the lobby before accepting the call.
Disappointed that the stranger had left, Brennan sighed. She had intended to ask him if he'd like a cup of coffee after the movie was done and now her chance was gone. He had been intriguing and she had thought he might make an interesting conversationalist. Now the opportunity to talk to him was lost. She hadn't even got his name which annoyed her even more.
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Booth had only been working with Brennan for a short while when she had mentioned that one of their suspects had clearly wanted coitus from the murder victim. Surprised, Booth had turned to look at his partner in the hallway and after a few seconds squinted at her trying to see her in less light.
Puzzled about his strange behavior, Brennan merely shook her head stepped into the waiting elevator car and punched the lobby button. "I'll call you once Hodgins' tests have been completed."
The word coitus wasn't something he used, but he did remember a young lady using that word once in a movie theater after her date had treated her badly. Booth had gone home and looked up the word in the dictionary just in case it came up in a conversation in the future, but it never had until now. Puzzled he stared at the closed elevator doors for a few seconds and finally shook his head. "No it couldn't be . . . could it?" Not really sure, Booth decided that the young woman couldn't have been Brennan. The odds of that happening would be too wild to even imagine.
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