Alright here is the next chapter. Spa day…haha! PLEASE REVIEW. I would greatly appreciate it.
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"The things I do for you," Booth huffed as he opened the door for Brennan. Thursday had come all to fast for both of the partners. They dreaded and complained throughout the week, but it was here. Today was spa day.
"For me?" Brennan's voice rose an octave. "I'm the one who had to accept a birthday present and go to the spa."
"Oh, poor you. You had to receive a gift. How terrible." Booth mimicked.
"I don't sound like that." Brennan crossed her hands over her chest and glared at the obnoxious man in front of her. She had stopped moving, so they were blocking the entryway. They stood defiantly next to each, oblivious to the world around them. People were pushing their way through the door around them, saying rude comments, and even shoving them. However they didn't notice a thing.
"Well you might as well," Booth retorted.
"You are acting like you're Parker's age," Brennan shot back, her eyes ablaze.
"I am not."
"You just validated my point," she concurred.
"You don't even," Booth began.
Unknown to them, a woman had been trying to get their attention for the past minute. They were making such a ruckus, guests were starting to complain. She tried clearing her throat, saying excuse me, and even waving her hands. Nothing worked, so she stepped directly in between the arguing pair.
"Enough," she snapped, harsher than she meant to. "This is a relaxation resort, you must keep your voices down."
"Yeah, Bones," Booth accused.
"Parker," Bones answered knowing it would wound Booth's large ego.
"I do not act like," Booth retorted, but was again interrupted.
"I said quiet," the lady practically yelled. When they finally calmed down, she began to speak again. "Now if you come right this way, I can check you in."
She turned her back to them and proceeded towards the desk in the corner. She heard hushed bickering and turned around to glare. When, Booth and Brennan saw that the woman was staring, they immediately became silent and followed the rest of the way without a word.
"Alright," the woman began. "Name please."
"Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth," Brennan answered automatically.
"Why did you have to say your name first?" Booth asked.
"Because it's my name."
"But, that doesn't mean it has to come first."
"What would you have done?" Brennan questioned.
"I don't know. You didn't even let me answer the lady," Booth gestured to the woman standing behind the counter.
"Okay," the receptionist said loudly. "You are all check in. Follow me and you can change into you robe."
"I don't do robes," Booth muttered as he followed receptionist and Bones.
"You do now." Bones picked up two robes from the pile. She kept one, but shoved the other into Booth's arms.
"Back there are dressing rooms," she pointed down the hall.
"Thank you," Brennan tried to make her voice sound polite.
"I can't believe you said thank you to that woman. She was evil." Booth eyed down the employee as she turned the corner, out of sight.
"Just go change," Brennan murmured.
The two disappeared into their dressing rooms to change. The robes they were given were white, huge, and fluffy. Brennan was reminded of her own pink robe at home, so she was comfortable. However, Booth was petrified of wearing anything with out pants. His worst nightmare had come true. Brennan grabbed her clothes and rushed out the door. To her right she saw some lockers. She proceeded to place her clothes into the small metal cubby.
"Come on, Booth," she hollered.
"No, I'm not coming out," his voice quivered, like he was about to cry.
"Fine, I'll be in the waiting room."
She spun on her heel and walked back to the completely empty waiting room. Overstuffed couches were scattered throughout the spacious and luxurious room. On the wall opposite of Brennan, there was a waterfall making soft trickling noises. Since, she couldn't observe people; she picked up a magazine from the coffee table in front of her. There was nothing better to do, so she decided to learn more about pop culture. Booth would have been proud.
Minutes passed and there was still no sign of Booth. She glanced up when she heard the sound of feet shuffling. Walking towards her was Booth, looking ridiculous with the puffy robe draped on his slouched shoulders. A small chuckle escaped her lips, but then she gasped. Behind Booth, was an extremely attractive man. He had dark brown hair, almost black, and crystal blue eyes that matched Brennan. Both men continued to walk towards her.
"You must be Seeley and Temperance," the man smiled.
"Yes, we are," Brennan replied smoothly.
"Are you two love birds ready?" he joked as he elbowed Booth in the arm.
"We're not a couple," she said particularly fast.
"You're not?" His eyebrows quirked.
"No, were partners for work."
"Well than, let me introduce myself. I'm Andrew and I'll be doing your massage today." Andrew winked. Brennan smiled. Booth grimaced, feeling his chest constrict.
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