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Chapter 7 - All is Fair in Love and War
Goodman scooted around Brennan and yanked the Sergeant to his feet. He gleefully pushed the bleeding man across the lab. Cam bit back a smile at his glee. They passed Booth and saw him take off at a jog. When Brennan pulled Parker into her lap Legates stepped away.
He walked back up the stairs and to the catwalk. He walked around the catwalk, glancing down at the people on the platform. He stopped when he heard Brennan's voice screech then a moment or two later call out for Goodman. The men had returned and were patrolling.
Michelle sat down on the floor in front of her books and tapped her pen against the top of the table. She had seen that shadow cross Legates' eyes and wondered about it. She had seen the same shadow cross Booth's and had asked Cam but never got a straight forward response. She stood up and walked to the railing and leaned forward on it.
She watched the personnel below moving, talking and working. She wasn't sure if it bothered her that the sight of the burnt remains didn't affect her anymore. She held the pen in one hand and tapped it against her index finger on the other hand in a thoughtful motion. Legates brushed past her, bumping his hip into her butt.
"Sorry," he muttered as he walked past, a rascally grin on his face. She cut her eyes to him and smirked.
"You just wanted to touch my butt," she said.
"No, if I wanted to touch your butt I would have grabbed it with my hand," he shot back.
By this point he was far enough away that his comment drew Johnson's attention. A smug look crossed Johnson's features as he realized Legates was finally interested in someone. Michelle turned her attention back to the movement below her. She wasn't sure how long she stood watching but she finally straightened and her back cracked. Moving back into the lounge, she closed her books and stacked them in a neat pile. She sat down on a couch, dug in her backpack and pulled out Summer Knight and began to read.
Three chapters later, Legates flopped down on the couch mostly sitting on her. She squealed and it echoed around the lab. He shifted and a funny noise came from his boots.
"Legates, did you just fart on me?" Michelle screeched in a voice that was supposed to be horrified but sounded more like laughter.
"No, but if you want me to I can," he said, grinning at her.
"No thank you that's okay," she said.
Legates reached over and pinned her down with his hands. He had his hands wrapped around her rib cage and was lightly squeezing. She squealed in laughter and thrashed trying to get loose.
"Love the gas, Meg. Love it," he playfully yelled over her laughter.
She was laughing and couldn't catch her breath. Neither was aware of his unit watching and laughing on the catwalk or the people below laughing and listening.
"Legates! You do not get the girl by farting on her," Booth bellowed while rolling his eyes.
Louder laughter rang around the lab. Legates froze and Michelle giggled at the look on his face.
"Busted," she smirked.
"Corporal Legates, did you fart on my daughter?" Cam hollered as she cocked her hip and crossed her arms.
"Soooo busted," Michelle smirked again.
"Uhh, no ma'am," Legates stuttered back. How the hell would he explain this?
"Cam, he did too," Michelle whined in amusement.
A grin spread across Cam's face as she looked up at the lounge.
"Throwing me under the bus, huh?" He growled in a low tone that made her giggle softly.
"All's fair in love and war," she told him, batting her eyelashes at him.
"You're on your own, Michelle," Cam called back.
Legates burst into laughter at the look of astonishment on Michelle's face.
"Oh, you are so in for it," Legates growled in playful laughter at Michelle.
"No," she squealed as she struggled to get away from him.
Techie walked by the pair and rolled his eyes.
"I was starting to think you were a Don't Ask Don't Tell soldier," Techie smirked as he kept walking. He knew that Legates liked women but he still couldn't resist rubbing in the speculation.
Legates froze in place and a scowl crossed his features, he knew for a fact that Techie knew better. So what was with that comment?
"I am not gay!" Legates yelled out after Techie.
The lab below the lounge burst into laughter again. Michelle raised one eyebrow at him in question.
"Now what in the world could you have been doing that made him think you were gay?" She asked no one in particular.
"Not have a girlfriend for the last year," Legates grunted, sitting back and letting her up.
She curled up on the cushion next to the arm and pouted.
"What are you pouting about?" He asked her with a grin.
"You knocked my book out of my hand," she said, pointing at the book on the floor.
He bent over and picked it up. He read the title and turned a surprised look on her.
"Good book," he said.
"Yeah, I'm waiting on Ghost Stories. I pre-ordered and it should be here in a few months," she told him.
"A few months my ass. He pushed the release date back again. It's not coming out until July," Legates said. Michelle let out a sigh and shook her head.
"Maybe if I read River Marked really really slow I'll have something to read until then," she muttered to herself.
"River Marked?" Legates asked, turning to look at her.
"Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series," she said.
A shrill whistle echoed through the lab and Legates was gone before Michelle could blink.
"I hate it when he does that," she muttered. She heard the men yelling in unison like they were at boot camp or something. Then she heard Brennan down in the lab.
"Booth!" Brennan called, following Booth towards the door.
"Those motherfucking, assmunching, cock sucking, cunt licking, leg humping, dumbass, shitbags," Brennan yelled, causing the lab to fall silent with her string of curse words.
Michelle's head jerked around in surprise as the normally calm Dr. Brennan spewed out the curse words. Michelle giggled when she heard Cam's response to Brennan's verbal vomit.
"You do Jared and the rest of the Navy proud, Dr. Brennan," Cam said, the corner of her mouth turning up.
Michelle was still giggling when Legates walked back into the lounge. Glancing at his watch, he flopped down on the couch, his head near her thigh. His legs hung over the arm of the couch at the knee.
"What are you giggling about?" He asked her with a grin.
"Dr. Brennan," she said, still giggling.
"Yeah, she has a lovely vocabulary," he said.
He dropped his hat on his face and promptly fell asleep. Ten minutes later, Michelle pulled Legates' hat off his face. He blinked sleepily at her.
"Everyone is coming in and it looks like there is more pizza here," she said.
He grunted and sat up and scooted next to her. A few minutes later, everyone was squeezed into the lounge eating. Men were sitting around, mostly on the floor. Stalking up the steps, Brennan looked around.
She grabbed a piece of pizza with unusual aggression and squeezed into a spot between Techie and Legates. Snuggling between the two, she viciously ate her pizza. Techie looked down at her and shook his head. Legates shifted to make more room for her.
"Where's Sarge?" Wilson asked her curiously.
Brennan closed her eyes and swallowed. They watched expectantly. Snapping her eyes open, she pinned Parks with a glare stopping him in his tracks.
"Church," was all she said. All eyes turned on Parks who hung his head.
"Techie, if I asked you to shoot someone, would you do it?" Brennan asked, without taking her eyes off Parks.
"Yep," Techie said without missing a beat.
"Would you, Legates?" Brennan asked, moving her eyes from Parks to DeWalt.
"Yep," Legates said, after swallowing his pizza. Brennan didn't say anything else as she continued to eat.
"Better yet, would you give me your rifle and let me shoot someone?" Brennan said a moment later, leaning over to pick up her coffee mug. Angela swiped it from her hand and took it to fill it.
"Probably not. I'm a better shot," Techie said.
"I would, because it would be funny to see those two run around the lab as she tried to shoot them," Legates said, pointing at DeWalt and Parks.
Michelle snickered slightly from his left, he shot her a wink. After everyone finished eating, they headed down to the platform to clean up. Michelle picked up her books and put them in her backpack.
"You know carrying that much weight on your back ain't good," Legates said, pointing at her backpack.
"I normally only carry my laptop and a book for that day's classes. But since I kinda got forced here, I brought them all and it's easier to carry them this way," she told him.
"So, why are you not using your laptop?" He asked her, gesturing to the notebook she was pushing into her backpack.
"Because my friend Tanya borrowed it for her C++ class and I had to leave before she could return it," she told him.
"Huh," he grunted. She slid her backpack onto her back and grinned at him.
"That thing looks like it will drag you over," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, if anyone unexpectedly pulls on it, it will," she said, heading towards the stairs.
He got to his feet and followed her down. They found most of the scientists standing next to the door and Brennan headed in their direction. Techie walked out first and Legates took the back. Grinning devilishly, he tugged on Michelle's backpack when she started to step forward. Michelle's eyes shot wide as the weight on her back started to pull her backwards.
"Dammit," she said as she struggled to get her feet steady under her.
Spinning around, she shot a glare at Legates. He held his hands up in a surrendering gesture and grinned at her.
"Not funny, twerp," she said, turning back around and leaving the lab.
Legates left the lab and waited as the door swished closed. When he saw the lock engage, he turned and followed the pack out of the building. He stopped short at the sight of Price and Dunn trying to lift the women into the back of the truck. Snorting, he elbowed Dunn to the side. He picked Cam up by her waist and boosted her into the truck. She turned with a frown but smiled when she saw who had helped her. Legates helped the rest into the truck then looked expectantly at Dunn.
"Aren't you getting in?" Dunn asked him with a confused look. Legates shook his head and jingled the keys at him.
"Ahh okay," Dunn said then climbed into the truck.
After dropping the flaps, Legates walked to the front and started the truck. They pulled out of the building and through the reporters. When they arrived at the Hodgins Estate, everyone unloaded. Michelle watched them trudge into the house. She narrowed her eyes and walked around the side of the truck. Legates had a flashlight and was peering into the step on the passenger's side step. She walked up and looked over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a quiet voice.
"Checking for corrosion. This truck only had a minor skim through before it was turned over to us for use. I wanted to make sure the batteries didn't die. Especially since the heater in the back with you guys is hooked up to this one," he told her. He shined the flashlight in her face with a grin.
"What are you doing?" He asked her the grin still plastered on his face. She reached up and pointed the flashlight back down at the battery.
"Asking you what you were doing," she answered flippantly.
"Smart ass," he grumbled as he banged the lid closed.
She shrugged and skipped around the front of the truck. He shook his head and followed in a more sedate pace. When he reached the foyer, he could see her disappearing down the steps. Michelle went down the steps and entered her room. A few moments later, she saw Brennan entering the pool area followed by most of Booth's unit. Shaking her head, she realized that Brennan wasn't carrying a towel. Entering her room again, she walked to the bathroom and got a towel.
While Michelle was downstairs in her room, Legates moved through the foyer and into the kitchen which was empty. He saw Addison pass by the door. Legates walked to the counter and picked up the clipboard then glanced at his watch. Good, an hour or so until his patrol. He dropped the clipboard on the counter, turned and strode from the kitchen. In the foyer he ran into the rest of his unit.
They were staring at the stairs so he turned to look. Brennan was coming down the steps in a bathing suit. He'd learned long ago that she was a gorgeous woman but just wasn't his favorite flavor. When the group moved to follow her, Legates went along with them.
They went down the stairs through the hallways and to the pool. Legates chuckled with the rest of the guys when the CID unit gaped at Brennan as she passed the hot tub. He walked with Techie and Goodman to the side and sat in one of the lounge chairs that circled the pool. Parks followed and sat down on the other end near Goodman his obvious curiosity getting the better of him. Reynolds, Cruz, Murphy, Lewis and Mitchell slowly followed them over to the lounges.
The CID members perched on the chairs as if they were uncomfortable being there. They waited as Brennan walked over towards the diving boards. She picked up two weights and tossed them in the water at the deep end of the pool. She walked to the ladders and climbed the one to the highest diving board.
Legates turned his head and watched as Michelle came in carrying a towel. She walked in front of them and to the edge of the pool. She dropped the towel then came and sat in chair next to Legates. Legates turned to look at Techie when the other man plucked his knuckles. Techie smirked at Legates with a knowing look. Legates narrowed his eyes daring him to say anything.
"Why is everyone sitting here watching her? This seems a little silly," Lewis muttered.
"I'm sitting here to see if anything will fall out," Cruz muttered with a laugh.
Techie, Legates, Johnson, Goodman and Michelle leaned forward in their chairs to glare at him. Cruz let a grin spread across his face and shrugged his shoulders. Brennan walked to the end of the board and turned her back to the pool. She froze for a second when several gasps echoed around the pool area at the sight of her back.
Michelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She mentally blocked the images of Brennan hanging and breathed deeply. Legates reached over, grabbed her hand, and squeezed. Michelle smiled lightly and gripped his hand. Brennan spent several moments breathing at a rapid rate.
"Hyperventilation," Michelle whispered. She'd learned about it when she took her diving classes for that canceled trip to Hawaii.
Bouncing lightly, Brennan flew off the board and began to spin. Murphy's eyes widened as he watched her body move in a beautiful dive. She hit the water with a splash and disappeared into the water. Parks glanced at his watch.
"2240," he said.
The CID members turned to look at him. Legates and Techie glanced at their watches and nodded. When she didn't come right back up, Lewis rushed to the edge of the pool and looked down. She saw Brennan sitting on the bottom of the pool with her legs crossed and her hands gripping the weights. Lewis laughed and waved Mitchell over.
"Mitchell, come over here you have to see this," she said excitedly.
Mitchell walked over followed by Reynolds, Cruz and Murphy. They peered into the pool and their faces covered in astonishment as Brennan continued to sit on the bottom of the pool. Angela walked in and sat down on the edge of the pool. She slipped her feet into the water and turned to look at Techie.
"She can stay down there longer when she is just sitting holding the weights. She can stay closer to her ten minute marker," Angela informed him. Techie nodded in appreciation of her statement then placed his laced hands on his stomach.
"This I have to see," Reynolds said with a snort as he sat down. The men on the lounge chairs chuckled at his disbelief.
"Dr. Brennan is a singularly unique person. I have never met a woman, who was not a competition level athlete of some type that can do the things she can," Goodman stated.
The other CID members chuckled in amusement at his statement. Cam entered the pool area and walked to where Michelle was sitting. Perching on the end of a lounge chair, she glanced at Angela.
"Is she at the bottom of the pool?" Cam asked, peering towards the pool.
Angela nodded at her and smiled. Cam moved to sit on the lounge chair properly. Her eyes caught Michelle's hand gripping Legates and mentally her eyebrow rose. Five minutes later, Legates turned his and Michelle's hands and glanced at his watch. At some point their fingers had become laced.
"2245," he announced. The group continued to wait and watch. Cruz was starting to pace, causing Parks to chuckle at his antics.
"Calm down, Cruz. She's fine. She still has another two or three minutes before someone has to go get her," Parks chided the man.
"I had heard a lot of things about Dr. Brennan. At the crime scene, a lot of the things I had heard were proved to be true. She's a hard ass about her crime scenes. She's picky about evidence and she's rather cold. At the same time I have seen things that say the opposite of the rumors. She is a very confusing person," Cruz grumbled.
"Yes, she is a hard ass when it comes to crime scenes and evidence. She expects everyone to put forth one hundred percent in everything they do. She did not become the best in her field by taking the easy way," Wendell said as he walked through the door.
"She pushes to make us better," Hodgins said, following Wendell through the door. Murphy looked up with respect in his eyes. Brennan had gathered quite a following of people.
"I don't get the whole Booth and Dr. Brennan relationship, though," Lewis said in confusion. She looked around at the burst of laughter that echoed around her.
"They are polar opposites. He seems more laid back and she's so uptight," Lewis pointed out.
"There are many things that go well together yet are opposite. Think of them as chocolate covered pretzels. Salty and sweet, they balance and complement each other," Angela said with a smile.
"Smart and stupid?" Mitchell said with a bark of laughter.
"Booth is a lot of things, but stupid is not any of them," Michelle said mildly.
Of all the things that she had learned through Cam and Booth's relationship it was that Booth was much smarter than he played off. She turned Legates wrist and looked at his watch. Good lord that thing was a walking information booth, she thought. It had G-shock written across the top. She saw time in different time zones, a calendar, and apparently it was shock resistant.
"10:50," she said.
The group walked to the pool and looked down. Brennan slowly opened her eyes, things seemed to be hazy. When she glanced up at the edge of the pool she saw Techie pointing at his watch. Releasing the weights, she shot straight up and broke the surface. Murphy's eyes widened in surprise at Brennan's calm appearance. She was not even breathing hard. Swimming to the edge of the pool, Brennan took deep even breaths to balance the oxygen to carbon dioxide ratio in her blood. After the fuzziness had faded, she pulled herself out onto the edge of the pool.
"Sweetie, your person called. Everything has been arranged," Angela said cryptically.
"Thank you, Ange," Brennan said, a huge smile spreading across her features.
Standing up, she walked back to the diving board. Climbing up the ladder, she stood on the board and repeated the breathing exercises. She bent her knees, executed another dive and hit the water with a splash.
"What she is going is so dangerous," Michelle said in a soft voice.
She knew that Dr. Brennan had probably had a lot of practice but it was still dangerous. Michelle wondered how could Dr. Brennan voluntarily do something so risky after surviving everything she had?
"2255," Techie said as he sat back down.
"Why does she keep diving? What do you mean it's dangerous? And what do you mean 'Booth isn't stupid'?" Cruz asked, looking at Michelle for an answer. Michelle returned his look and paused before answering.
"She keeps diving because it uses less energy and thus less oxygen to get to the bottom," Hodgins answered Cruz's first question.
"What she is doing is dangerous because she may suffer from shallow water blackout from multiple usages of hyperventilation," Michelle said, squeezing Legates hand.
"You know that as an FBI agent, Booth had to have a minimum of a Bachelor's degree to be accepted in the academy? He got his in Criminal Law. And, he graduated Summa cum laude as well. Which means he made straight 'A's'. Plus, he did most of it as correspondence courses while he was serving overseas," Cam said, raising an eyebrow at Cruz.
"Go, G-man," Hodgins said with pride.
"I would have never guessed," Legates said with a raised eyebrow. He knew that Booth was smart but he had not guessed to what extent.
"You perceive exactly what he wants you to perceive," Parks said mildly.
"He comes across as a stupid jock," Reynolds said in fascination.
"Again, a matter of perception," Angela said mildly, looking at Reynolds.
"Dr. Brennan sees past his past facade, to the real Booth. He does the same for her. It is part of why they work well together," Cam said.
"So,what was the genius FBI man's minor?" Lewis asked in curiosity. A grin spread across Cam's features at Lewis' question.
"He won't tell anyone," Michelle said with a grin.
She had already questioned him about it when Cam said he wouldn't even tell her. She had used sneaky tactics by randomly throwing it out during conversations. Still no luck getting the answers. Cam had always watched in amusement as Michelle and Booth battled. He to keep the information and her to find it out.
"Given my knowledge of the man, I'm going to say Human Sexuality," Cam said with a satisfied smirk. Angela burst into giggles and waved her hand in front of her face in a fanning motion.
"Given the cats in the briar patches that kept following us around for the last year, I might have to agree," Legates laughed.
Michelle shot him a confused look, he shook his head in a small gesture at her silent question. Techie's unit and the squint squad roared in laughter. Brennan shot to the surface with a frown.
"What's so funny that you had to interrupt me?" Brennan said, glaring at the people laughing.
"We were speculating on Booth's minor in college," Parks said, winking at her. A slow grin spread across Brennan's face as she began to swim to the edge of the pool.
"Oh, my God. He told you, didn't he," Cam squealed in a fashion more suited to Angela.
Pulling herself onto the concrete, Brennan made her way back to the diving board. She climbed to the top and said nothing as she approached the end of the board. Breathing then bouncing, she executed another dive and hit the water with a splash. Cam shook her head and sighed.
"2310," Goodman said after glancing at his watch.
"If that was his minor, then I'm taking that as mine," Goodman laughed, causing Legates to snicker.
"So, he took a class to learn how to have sex?" Mitchell sniggered at the thought.
"Oh, Honey, if you only knew what that man could do between the sheets," Cam said with a sly grin. Michelle grimaced at the mental image Cam's words invoked.
"The human sexuality degree is not only about the physical, but psychological, religious, philosophical and legal views on sex," Michelle said absently. Trying to steer the conversation away from Cam and Booth in bed. Legates turned his head in surprise at her and raised an eyebrow.
"It's a requirement for my degree. I have to take three human sexuality classes," she said with a shrug.
Techie and Goodman starting cat calling and whistling at Legates. His face turned red and he covered his face with his hand. The door at the other end of the room opened and a small body flew through the door. Before anyone could blink, the body went flying into the water at the deep end. Cam surged to her feet and Angela dove from the side into the water.
Legates surged in his seat as if he was going to jump up. He stopped when Michelle tugged at his hand indicating he should stay put. He watched as Brennan and one little Parker Booth surfaced. Legates turned his head and saw Booth walking towards the pool. He wasn't a people reader but Booth oozed sadness.
Legates' attention turned back to the pool with a burst of laughter from the people around him. He watched as Parker explained why he was there and asked permission to go to the lab tomorrow. Legates smiled as Brennan contemplated it but ended up giving in. Parker Booth had one Dr. Temperance Brennan wrapped around his little finger. Booth scanned the people sitting around in the lounge chairs.
"What have you guys been doing?"
"Well, we were discussing your possible minor in college," Parks said with a grin.
"Dr. Saroyan says she thinks it was human sexuality because you were the shit between the sheets," Cruz said, causing Booth to turn red.
A large grin spread across Legates' face at Booth blushing, he noticed a grimace cross Michelle's face and wondered what that was about.
"Caaammmm," Booth groaned.
"So, was that your minor?" Techie asked, trying not to laugh at Booth.
"My knowledge between the sheets came from observation and practice. I am not telling you what my minor was," Booth said.
Turning on his heel, he left the room to the sound of their laughter. Goodman glanced at his watch and sighed. He stood up and walked to the lounger where Legates was sitting. Goodman saw Legates and Michelle's hands and mentally rolled his eyes.
"Heeyup," Goodman said, indicating that Legates should get up.
"Did you just seriously give me a dog command? I don't even think so; now I'm not getting up on principle," Legates said, frowning. Michelle let go of his hand to cover her mouth as she laughed at the pair.
"I'm ever so sorry, sir. Would you please make your ass rise from that lounge chair so that we may begin our patrol?" Goodman asked with a straight face.
Michelle leaned towards Cam laughing her ass off. Cam meanwhile was grinning from ear to ear trying not to laugh at the two. Legates stood up and left with Goodman following behind him. Standing up, Michelle left the people sitting there and headed to the man cave. She walked around turning on lights until she spotted a remote.
Picking it up, she scrunched her face at all the buttons. Hitting the one marked TV then power, she smiled when the TV came on. She hit the cable button and gaped at the number of channels Hodgins had. She flicked through the channels surfing for something good to watch. She settled on Howard the Duck and started watching.
When the movie was finished, she glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned. Almost one am which meant bedtime. Standing up, she turned off the TV and the lights. Slipping down the hallway, she padded to her room and slipped inside. She flipped on the lights and grinned, her costume had arrived. She hung the bag up in the wardrobe. Walking back to the bed, she unzipped the bag and saw a note on top.
Sorry, Michelle, we had to go through everything for security purposes. I really REALLY did not need to see your undergarments.
~Hodgins
She snickered at the thought of what the look on his face must have been when he put his hands on her garter belt. She pulled out everything and made a mental note to send Brittney flowers or something. Brittney had gathered up items that Michelle had forgotten to tell her about. The wig and contacts were a big bonus. She placed the items in their proper places and pulled on her pajamas. After turning on the bedside lamp and sliding into bed, she fell into a light sleep.
Legates spent the next four hours walking in circles watching walls and seeing nothing. He really hated patrols; they were mind numbing to say the least. When his patrol was up it was three am. He'd be able to get three hours of sleep before the squints started moving. He really hated their schedules. If they worked this hard for five years, he was surprised they weren't all dead. Heading to his room, he stripped to his drawers and crawled in the bed. Taking his watch off, he set the alarm and threw it on the night side table.
A/N: Tomorrow...Hello Kitty, pancakes, navicular bones, real world, dishes, asshats, entertainment, advantages of being tall, pleasure brought by feet, legalities, whining like little girls, angry Booth, warnings, and leaving early.
A/N2: There are links on my blogg. I'll get them up after the kiddie is on the bus.
