Ugh, why does my head hurt? Oh, right. My back aches. Couch. Great, Booth.
Booth sat up painfully slow. He had fallen asleep on the couch, which he knew would have some uncomfortable repercussions. After he extended into a fully upright position, he strolled very cautiously to the kitchen. Reaching for the medicine cabinet above the refrigerator was far beyond Booth's physical abilities at the moment. He grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and took a few before throwing it back into the cabinet. A pan on the stove served as a reminder that he had decided to make Brennan breakfast the night before. Booth skillfully whipped together a batch of pancakes in a matter of a few minutes. He was used to making pancakes several times a week. Parker loved them. Truth be told, Booth himself could never resist a plate of pancakes and often made them for himself when Parker wasn't around.
After about half an hour, Booth a full plate of pancakes topped with fresh raspberries and syrup ready to give to the still sleeping Brennan. He walked as quietly as possible to his room where he had placed her after she fell asleep in his arms. Booth placed the pancakes a couple inches away from her face hoping that she would wake up to the smell. She started to stir, and then she smiled as she cracked her eyes open. Her eyes widened with excitement at the golden brown plate of pancakes before her eyes. She sighed and looked at the culprit of her happiness. There was her Booth. Kneeling there, waiting for her to wake up. Brennan sat up slightly, taking the plate from Booth.
"Thanks, Babe. This looks delicious." Booth laughed with delight and kissed her sweetly on the forehead.
"You are very welcome, Bones."
"Are you going to eat?"
"Probably in a little while."
"Oh come on, Booth. Go get yours and come in here! Eat with me." She pleaded with him until he conceded and left to the kitchen. He returned shortly with his plate and a large glass of orange juice. Brennan was sitting up against the headboard and tapping her outstretched legs together in eagerness. Setting the plate and glass of orange juice on the nightstand, Booth jumped on the bed and wrapped his strong arms around Brennan. Lucky for Booth, she had also put her plate on the nightstand after he left to get his plate of food. They laughed a little and after a few minutes, the smiles faded into looks of deep affection. Brennan maintained the loving gaze as she reached for her plate. The action was mimicked exactly by Booth. They finally broke the loving gaze and started to eat their pancakes.
"Mmm. Wow, Booth. These are AMAZING pancakes!"
"Well, I make them all the time for Parker. And when I have time I make them for myself."
"I'm almost offended that you haven't shared these with me up until now." Brennan looked at him caustically and rested her head on his shoulder. She wished moments like that would continue for hours and maybe someday soon they would. But right now, it was about to be interrupted.
"Booth," She lifted her head off his shoulder and placed her hand on his leg in alarm. "What time is it?? Booth took a quick look at his watch and his eyes widened with panic.
"It's 8:46! We gotta go or we'll miss our session with Sweets----not that I'd mind."
"Booth! You know we have to go or he will tell on us." Booth rolled his eyes back into his head and sighed in disgust.
"Let's go."
About Half and Hour Later
"So I thought we were doing something new and here we are filling out giant question packets again."
"They're standardized psychological profile questionnaires, Booth. Not 'giant question packets'."
"Actually, Dr Brennan they are very differ---"
"Sweets, shush. And making that clarification was necessary why??"
"Because it's a very important distinction to make."
"On what planet, Bones?"
"The Psychology Planet!" Sweets sat up in his chair, seeming pleased that Brennan had given him his own planet. Over the last two years, Sweets had learned that the most he could do when they were bickering endlessly was to write down his observations and enjoy himself.
"Last time I checked, the planet that replaced Pluto wasn't called the Psychology Planet."
"What if it was?"
"It wasn't."
"BUT what if it was, Booth?"
"Then I'm guessing it would be your least favorite planet." His last statement seemed to diffuse her need to continue on bickering. They both looked several times from their questionnaires to each other. Booth leaned towards Brennan slightly. She pulled her questionnaire in to her body and held onto it as if it were a teddy bear.
"Booth, nothing has changed since last time. I am not letting you look at my questionnaire. "
"Agent Booth, cheating is not acceptable. This is not even a graded test. Cheating would not benefit either of you. In order for me to get the most out of your questionnaire, it's best that you write your own answers. Angela was right about you two." Brennan looked up abruptly from her questionnaire and at Sweets in puzzlement.
"Angela was right about us? I don't know what that means, Dr. Sweets."
"Umm, well, it was just an observation she made about you both. Nothing pertinent to the situation. Continue on."
"I believe it is pertinent to the situation, Dr. Sweets."
"It really isn't." Booth set his questionnaire on the coffee table and bent forward onto his knees.
"Sweets, I will hang you upside down from your pinky toe outside your office window. If my partner thinks it's relevant, it's relevant." Sweets looked like he had to swallow an entire orange before he could speak.
"Agent Booth, how many times have I told you that intimidating me is not a good way to get what you want---it's very very bad. It works well, but that's beside the point! All Angela said was that you two were already married. You act just like an old married couple. I tend to agree with that statement. And now that you are getting married, you aren't very different in your relationship it seems. You bicker and stare lovingly into each others' eyes, creating an unreal amount of sexual tension that begs for resolution. But you sit there and then once you seem to have gotten enough gazes into one moment, you resume as if nothing ever happened. It's very interesting to watch. If I had a dime for every time you two look at each other like that, I would definitely be rich."
"I don't know what that means."
"Just finish your questionnaire, Dr. Brennan and we can discuss modern colloquialisms later if you wish." She nodded and resumed her writing. Whilst Booth looked very agitated as he made a quick scrawl on the bottom of his questionnaire before setting it back on the coffee table.
"Are you finished, Agent Booth?" Booth merely stared Sweets down with a look of disdain.
"I'll take that as an aggravated yes. I want you two in for a session at nine this evening to go over your questionnaires."
"Dr. Sweets, I thought we agreed to twice a week, not twice a day twice a week."
"Well, I just need an extra session so we can go over these tonight. There will only be a one a day after this, okay?"
"This is ridiculous." Booth mumbled under his breath. "Come on, Booth. Just get over it."
Booth crossed his arms and slouched in his chair. "Fine." Brennan set her questionnaire on the coffee table after a few more minutes and stood up.
"So nine a clock post meridian, Dr. Sweets?"
"Yes. I will see you two then." She grabbed Booth by the arm and yanked him out the door.
"You know, I feel better the instant I step out of his office. Let's go get ourselves a case shall we??" Booth smirked at Brennan and grabbed her by the shoulder.
They smiled at each other and got on the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, Brennan's voice trailed off, "I can't wait to see what you wrote about me on your questionnaire. Nine a clock is a long time aw----"
