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Brian Kent, Firefighter, Single, 27, 6 foot, well muscled. Not a huge partier or multiple partner fornicater. Parents are not always the greatest source for determining someones social activities, but it was a start. Brian Kent does almost everything with his co-worker Tristan Hughes. They were going to talk to him after Booth was finished scowling on her couch and reading the file. While she was in the field Clarke was standing in as her grad student, and would likely be the permanent replacement. He was examining the body as she waited for Booth and should have an update when they came back.
Brennan had been the one to carry the interview, as Booth knew next to nothing about the details in the file. She may not be good at reading people, but she was pretty sure that it didn't help Booth's mood.
"Booth?" When he ignored her she stood up and approached him, causing him to look up from the file.
"I'll drive and you can read the file on the way"
"Yea, cause that's gonna happen."
"It's a logical course of action and will save time, allowing us to find the perpetrator in the most efficient manner. That is what you want isn't it?" Brennan crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Booth expectantly.
"Well, uh, um..." Booth stalled briefly "I get car sick if I read in the car." He finished his sentence in a rush with a victorious smile on his face.
"When was the last time you let someone else drive and actually tried to read in the car?"
"Road trips when I was a teenager. Could never read." He didn't mention that it was because he never really tried.
"So your basing your conclusion of your physical response when engaging in literature while in a moving vehicle to an experiment conducted over 15 years ago? I don't accept it's validity." She paused for a moment "You let me drive in California."
"I didn't LET you drive. You blackmailed me."
"We struck a bargain that was equally fair to both parties involved. Like a business transaction."
"If you just let me read the file instead of arguing with me, this would be much more efficient."
"Give me the keys." She said in a monotone.
"Carsick" Booth pointed at himself.
"You're acting like a child." Brennan stated, starting to actually get angry at his immature antics. He's been acting ridiculously all day and she was sick of it.
"My vehicle, I drive." Booth pointed at his chest.
At the same time that Brennan said they'd take her car, Booth said that it doesn't have a siren.
She stood still for a moment pursing her lips with her hands on her hips while meeting his glare. This wasn't their usual bantering with mild frustration lacing it. This was an actual argument more than laced with anger. Logically she knew that this wasn't actually about driving and that usually she may have given in, believing it not worth the argument. At the moment she was angry and annoyed and determined to force Booth into the logical decision. She noticed the confused look on Booth's face as she started reaching for his right pocket where he usually drops his keys after locking the doors.
When realization of her intentions dawned, he was quick to move grabbing her reaching wrist.
"What do you think your doing?!" An incredulous Booth responded.
Brennan tried to shake of his hand and when that didn't work she reached with her other hand. Booth quickly dropped the file he was holding to fight off his usurper. Booth grabbed her other wrist.
"I would think it's obvious that I'm retrieving your keys in order to be as efficient as possible." Brennan got one of her hands free, pulling it back towards her. Booth's hand darted after it giving her the opportunity to bypass his reaching hand, placing her body as a shield and reaching her hand into his pocket.
Her victory was short lived when Booth dropped her other wrist, pushing her shoulder and sending her sprawling on the couch with the force of his own body weight. Booth was holding himself off of her by bracing himself with his arms. But when she reached again for his pocket he grabbed her wrist and pinned it beside her head. His right arm no longer braced him causing him to drop to his elbow as he pinned her hand. They were both breathing heavier than usual and glaring at eachother, their legs intertwined. Booth broke the silence
"Efficient at what?" Booth asked, realizing that his lower body was flush with hers, his groin almost resting in the V that her legs make. His face only half a foot away from hers. He could feel her breath on his face. Unfortunately his brain was slowly catching up the the rest of his body which seemed to realize their proximity much quicker. Hoping that she hadn't noticed, Booth pulled back, realizing that it was a tricky position to extract himself from without touching her. He managed, albeit awkwardly.
"You don't just go sticking your hands in a guys pockets Bones." She was now sitting on the couch, no longer reaching for his pants, which were now decidely uncomfortable.
"It shouldn't be inappropriate unless of course the man is aroused, or has a penis size that is in the top percentile." She looked at him challengingly.
"Personal space Bones." Booth hissed while indicating his personal space with his hands. "And those things are a mans business, not the crazies who stick their hands in their pockets."
"I'm not crazy Booth, and you always invade my personal area."
"Personal Space, Bones, space, not area. That's, it's...Let's go." Brennan pointed to the folder on the coffee table.
"You haven't finished reading the file."
"I've read enough and you can brief me on the rest while I'm driving." He gave Brennan a cocky smile.
She grabbed her jacket without looking back at him and exited the Jeffersonian.
Next Chapter will start to dive into the casefile and the more technical aspects. There will also be a bit more Booth and Brennan fluff coming up soon! More Reviews equal more fluff!
