(After the Crack in the Code)
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Booth and Wendell had worked so hard. The house had been a disaster and after they'd had contractors come in and replaced the outside wall in the living room and a Jacuzzi had been placed in the master bathroom, Booth and Wendell with the occasional help of Hodgins and Sweets had repaired the rest of the house. Interior walls had been rebuilt, two small rooms had been modified to make the master bedroom, leaving two smaller bedrooms upstairs.
Downstairs had been a matter of finishing the walls between the living room and the dining room, repairing the ceiling, replacing all of the appliances in the kitchen and replacing the bathroom fixtures in the downstairs bathroom. Painting, trimming, refinished wooden floors and many more items that Brennan didn't want to think about had been done to make the wreck of a house their Mighty Hut. Of course they hadn't finished the man cave or her home office/guest bedroom, but they would get to as soon as they could.
Between Booth's job with the FBI and his constantly working on the house, Brennan had worried that Booth would work himself into exhaustion. She'd hired plumbers and electricians to rewire the house and replace all the pipes above ground so that Booth and Wendell could concentrate on carpentry work.
Booth had been desperate to finish it before their baby was born. He wanted their child to be welcomed into a house that was ready and safe to live in. After three months and just a few weeks before Brennan was due, Booth stood in the living room and high fived Wendell. "That's it, we're done with what needs to be done for now."
Pleased with what they had accomplished, Wendell accepted a cold bottle of beer from Brennan. "Congratulations, Dr. B. Your house is ready and I have to say, it looks pretty good."
As she handed a cold bottle of beer to Booth, Brennan kissed him on the cheek. "It's beautiful, Booth . . . it's very beautiful."
Satisfied that everything was done to their satisfaction, Booth grinned at his girlfriend. "It does look pretty good." Sipping his beer, Booth placed his arm around Brennan. "I haven't lived in a house since I moved out of Pop's house . . . I'm glad we did this Bones. Our baby deserves to live in a house with a big backyard to play in. I plan to build a tree house this spring when it's not so cold outside."
Her arm around his waist Brennan stared at her collection of artifacts located on either side of the fireplace. "I wasn't sure how our things would look mingled together, but it's esthetically pleasing."
Proud of what he had accomplished, Booth beamed with pride. "Yeah, it's not bad at all."
Checking his watch, Wendell finished his beer. "I got to go. I promised my mother that I'd take her to church tonight." Handing the empty bottle to Booth, Wendell turned and hurried towards the front door. Before he left, he paused and looked back. "When you're ready to work on the man cave let me know and if you need me for anything else, let me know. I've never built a tree house, but I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard to do with the two of us."
"Thanks Wendell." Booth saluted his friend with his bottle of beer. "You did a great job, Man."
Once Wendell was gone, Brennan moved away from Booth. "Dinner is almost ready, Booth. If you want to take a bath before we eat you have time."
Booth clapped his hands together. "Sounds great." As he moved towards the staircase, Booth started to sing loudly and just a little off key. "Our house is a very very very fine house, with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard . . ."
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Sitting in the large roomy tub, his muscles finally relaxed, Booth moved to pick up the bottle of shampoo to wash his hair. Flipping off the top with his thumb, Booth turned the bottle over and squeezed. Surprised that nothing came out, he squeezed harder. Not sure what was going on, he tipped the bottle back over and stared at the nearly full bottle of shampoo.
Suspicious, he stared in the little hole and could clearly see the shampoo so there wasn't anything obstructing it and yet when he tipped it back over and squeezed again, nothing came out. Since his head was sweaty and his hair really needed to be shampooed, he refused to give up. Unscrewing the cap, Booth smirked when he found a layer of saran wrap across the opening in the bottle and around the neck. Very funny Bones.
After he removed the clear wrap, Booth placed the cap back on and squeezed some of the gel into his hand. You are so going to pay for this, Bones.
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Once he was back downstairs, Booth moved into the kitchen and slammed the plastic shampoo bottle on the counter near Brennan while she stirred something in the pot.
Surprised, Brennan turned to look at Booth and saw the shampoo bottle on the counter. Unable to prevent it, she started to laugh. "Did you have trouble . . . have trouble with your shampoo, Booth." Laughing merrily, she wiped a tear from her cheek. "I should have followed you upstairs and witnessed your reaction. I am sure it was very funny, but I didn't want to burn our dinner and you take such a long time to bathe."
His tongue firmly planted in his cheek, Booth picked up the shampoo bottle and wiggled it. "So I thought we had a truce."
Suddenly sober, Brennan took in the menacing stare. "Well, I thought you needed a little frivolity in your life since you've been working so hard lately."
"Frivolity." Booth's eyes twinkled as he slowly smiled. "I almost popped a vein trying to squeeze out some shampoo."
Turning back to her pot, Brennan chuckled. "I wish I had seen that. I'm sure it was extremely funny."
"The truce is off, Bones." The idea that his partner wanted to do something for him even if it was just to play a practical joke on him, made him feel happy. Moving closer to her, he placed his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. "It was pretty funny . . . thanks. It was suitably frivolous."
His lips on her neck sent a thrill down her spine. "I can be quite amusing."
Pulling her closer against his body, Booth continued to kiss her. "Yes . . . yes you can."
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A/N: the song Booth was singing was "Our House" by Crosby, Stills & Nash.
