"I am not going on television; this is about Bones and her new book, not about me," Booth was doing his best to convince Natalie Wilson that he had no intention of participating in the interview on 'Good Afternoon Seattle' that they were on the way to. He'd come out to Seattle simply to make sure that Bones had the right kind of security; the sort of security only he could provide. He hadn't signed up for appearing on television so he could be quizzed about whether or not he was seeing his partner regardless of the fact that both he and Bones had made it clear to her that their relationship was strictly platonic no matter that they seemed to spend nearly all of their time outside of work together.

"What better opportunity for the viewers to get some insight into the daily life of Dr. Temperance Brennan world renowned forensic anthropologist and best selling author if her real life FBI partner participates?" Natalie was not going to take 'no' for an answer; she couldn't have planned this better if she'd tried and since several of the questions that were supposed to be part of the interview addressed this very issue; why not have the man in question answer them directly?

"Booth's right, this is supposed to be about my new book, not about my partnership with him," Brennan wasn't really looking forward to the interview as it was, but she was sure that if Natalie somehow convinced Booth to go on camera that a whole new set of questions that she wasn't prepared for would be asked.

"Tempe dear," Natalie's smile was bordering on patronizing, "Once the television station gets wind that your partner is here, they're going to find some way to make him part of that interview whether you want to or not. Now wouldn't you rather go into it knowing ahead of time that you're going to have to answer some questions than being put on the spot on live TV?" The fact that she'd called ahead to alert them was not something she was going to mention to either of the people sitting across from her in the back of the limousine.

"How are they going to know I'm there?" Booth looked a little smug; clearly this Natalie had her own agenda. What wasn't clear to him was whether the agenda was simply promoting the latest book Bones had written or if it was being matchmaker to enhance her own career. Whatever it was, Booth wasn't really sure that he trusted this woman all that much.

"You look like an FBI agent," Natalie would have picked him out of a crowd because he oozed Andy Lister; well and he was far too good looking for a rent-a-cop.

Booth snorted out a bit of a laugh, "Obviously you haven't met too many FBI agents." Stevens was case in point; the man was portly and certainly wouldn't make the cover of any romance novel.

"Look, Booth is just here to provide security," Brennan narrowed her gaze at both Natalie and Booth, "Security that I don't need by the way." No matter that deep down she was glad that Booth was here, she was still annoyed that he'd finagled a way to come via her very nosey publicist who no doubt had jumped to her own conclusions about his motives. Motives, which at the moment, she herself was not completely sure of; clearly he was her friend and he claimed that he was looking out for her safety, but she was more than capable of taking care of herself and he knew that.

"Bones, trust me, you're focusing on your book tour, I'm focusing on watching your back. I'm here so you can just enjoy meeting your fans, unless they are a little too fanatical and that's where I come in," Booth flashed her one of his smiles that could charm the socks off of an Eskimo in the middle of a blizzard but usually didn't have quite the same effect on her.

Brennan simply rolled her eyes, "Booth, it's a book tour, not a murder investigation, I don't need you to watch my back." She felt the need to protest; if she left it up to him he probably wouldn't allow her to get out of bed in the morning without making sure that the proverbial boogey man hadn't taken up residence underneath it while she'd been dreaming. Of course that simple thought immediately made her think about Booth in her bedroom while she was sleeping and she naturally took the leap to the conversation they'd had earlier and what she was trying very hard to not think about. She groaned inwardly; having Booth there for this interview was going to be extremely difficult with him looking so damn well formed.

"Bones, we're partners and that's what partners do," His tone was firm. Of course his rational was a bit flawed; what was true when they were working a case didn't really apply in a situation like this and he knew it, but right now he felt more than justified bending the rules because he was almost completely sure that her publicist was the one who had provided the questions to the television station and not the other way around.

"You two are going to make for a very interesting interview," Natalie tried to hide the glee in her eyes as they pulled up in front of the station; if this interview went well, she was going to make sure that it launched more interviews; maybe even a spot on Oprah as a book club read if she played her cards right. That would ensure that not only would it be best seller but that it would be a certifiable mega hit; then it was only a matter of time before she garnered a few more high profile clients that didn't mind answering questions about their personal lives on television.

"I'm not going on television," Booth protested again; if this woman thought she was going to make FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth do anything he didn't want to do she was sadly mistaken. He wasn't a Special Agent for no damn good reason and he leveled one of his best interrogation glares at her.

Natalie didn't flinch, "Would you rather prepare yourself for it or have a camera zoom in on you in the middle of the interview?" she had fully expected that both of them were going to resist this, but she was convinced that between the scenes Tempe had written between Kathy and Andy that left her feeling the need for a moist towelette for her mind and the way that she and Agent Booth seemed to look at each other that it was only a matter of time before a little spark would turn them into a proverbial inferno of passion. What would it hurt if she gave them a well needed shove? And if it happened to help her career on the way, well way to go, Natalie.

Brennan's brow was furrowed, "She's probably right, Booth." As much as she didn't want to admit it, if a reporter was intent on talking to Booth, they would make a point to do it so that he would look like a fool if he refused to answer the questions and then, just like he'd said earlier in her hotel suite, it would look like he was hiding something.

"Now you're on her side?" Booth looked at her incredulously; if he'd known that flying across the country to make sure that Bones didn't get into trouble would lead to something like this, he might have just waited to come until after her interview had aired.

"There are no sides here," Natalie's smile was restrained but victorious as she glanced out at the snow that was swirling; hopeful that the forecast was right and this really would turn to rain by morning.

"The hell there aren't," Booth wasn't happy about this at all and he shot Natalie a look that clearly conveyed that he thought she was up to something and he was on to her.

"I'm sure if we simply just answer a few questions about how we work as partners that there won't be any need to answer any questions about a non-existent romantic relationship," Brennan wasn't so sure, but it was the truth and if she offered them the truth, surely they'd have to accept it.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be that simple," Booth's tone had a decidedly sarcastic edge that neither Bones nor Natalie seemed to catch and as he followed the two ladies out of the limousine into the snow he felt almost as if he was being dragged along to face a firing squad.

Simple questions my ass.