Telephone
"Hey Booth, I have a question." Aubrey had wandered into the kitchen initially to see what kind of delicious food Brennan was whipping up for their impromptu team get together but something in the house décor had caught his eye and he was fascinated.
Booth placed Brennan's crab puffs in the oven before addressing his young protégé. "Okay. Shoot."
Aubrey reached for a carrot on the crudité platter Brennan had just set down in front of him, earning a slap on the hand for his efforts. "The Bakelite. Where did you get such a great old phone? I'd love to have one, reminds me of the one my grandmother had."
Booth and Brennan exchanged a humored glance as Angela gasped from her seat at the counter. "It was a gift. I have no idea where she got it."
"Oh. Well, then Doctor Brennan, can I ask where you got the phone?"
"You can ask, but as I was not the one who purchased the phone for Booth, you would be wasting your time." Booth rolled his eyes and surreptitiously pinched his wife on her behind.
Booth almost laughed at the pained expression on Aubrey's face. "What Bones is trying to say is that an ex-girlfriend bought me the phone. Neither of us know where she got it. Sorry, man."
"Ah. Sorry, Doctor Brennan. I hope-"
Brennan shook her head, holding her hand up to forestall any other apologies Aubrey might attempt. "James, its fine. Really. It doesn't matter who gave the phone to Booth, it's something he wanted for a very long time and I'm glad he finally received one." With a satisfied nod, Brennan finished with the large sandwich platter and picked it up to carry to the dining room where the rest of the food was set up. "Booth, the crab puffs need eight more minutes and then they go on that green plate. Thank you."
Once Brennan had walked away, Aubrey turned to Booth. "Booth, I'm sorry about that."
Angela snuck a celery stick from the plate in front of her, earning a resentful glare from Booth's colleague. "I'm impressed that Brennan let you keep that phone from Hannah, Booth. If it were me, I would have taken a sledgehammer to it." She smiled at Booth's scowl. "No offense. But even you have to admit, that was a rough time for her."
Booth shook off his irritation at his wife's best friend and smiled at Aubrey. "Don't worry about, really. Besides…" He paused as Brennan re-entered the kitchen to grab the crudités. Interrupting her work, he kissed her quickly but passionately, drawing a blush from her, a snicker from Angela and a throat-clearing from the younger agent. When a grinning Brennan had walked away again, he finished his thought.
"I know where that phone really came from, and nothing would ever make me get rid of it."
