Something To Talk About
The smarmy looks, the raised eyebrows…Booth was really, finally sick of them all. At first, he tried to take them in stride. He was a gentleman, after all, so he never joined in the heckling. 'Sexy squint you got there, Booth', 'Yeah, I'd tap that ass.'…and they just got worse as the years progressed. As he and Bones got closer.
But today…wow. Agent Hallett had been nice enough to give Booth a heads up about another agent spreading rumors about he and Bones…rumors that would destroy the carefully tended reputations of them both. And it, of course, had to be something completely unbelievable. No one would ever buy that they had shared a quick but passionate kiss in his office the other day, but they sure as hell were willing to believe that the two of them going at it in the interrogation room was entirely plausible.
Stalking down the hallway looking for his intended target, he resisted flicking the safety on his gun and concentrated on his mission. And maybe, just maybe after all this was resolved he could concentrate on where he wanted to take Bones for their first "official" date.
But first…someone needed to have the fear of God scared into them. The thought had a feral smile spreading across his face. Sometimes, he loved his life.
