Bonesology End of Summer Pop-Up Fan Fic Challenge.

Prompt: Barbeque

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He'd seen it the last time he'd been in the hardware store. A barbeque grill and not just any barbeque grill either. It was a propane gas grill with infrared rear burner and infrared side burner. He'd practically drooled over it he wanted it so badly, but of course he couldn't afford it. A two thousand dollar outdoor grill was something he'd never own in this lifetime, but still it didn't hurt to look at it every time he went to the store.

Brennan had found the hardware she needed to replace the curtains in her bedroom and found Booth mooning over the grill in the outdoor grill section of the store. The look on his face as he rubbed his hands over the grill's cover made her wonder what was so wonderful about it. "Booth, I'm ready to go when you are."

Tearing his gaze from the grill of his dreams, Booth turned and smiled at his girlfriend. "Hey, have you ever seen a grill like this? . . . Look at it . . . four stainless steel burners, rear infrared rotisserie burner, high heat infrared ceramic infrared burner, a jetfire ignition system and the cool part of it is, it has night light illuminated controls and two interior halogen lights so you can see what you're doing when you grill at night. It's grill nirvana."

His enthusiasm was so infectious Brennan's smile mirrored his smile. "Where would you put it? You and I both live in an apartment."

Her words deflated his enthusiasm. "Yeah . . . you're right, besides its two thousand dollars. I can't afford something like that. If I had a spare two grand I'd stick it in Parker's college fund or start a new one for our baby . . . well a guy can dream. Come on, let's go."

If there was one thing Brennan knew, her boyfriend was a very proud man and if she offered to buy it for him, he'd get in a huff. "It does look like a nice grill . . . Well, we need to go to the grocery store after we leave here."

Booth followed Brennan down the aisle away from the grills and just before he turned the corner to move over to the cash registers, Booth took one last longing look back at the grill he desperately wanted, but couldn't have.

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They'd spent a week at his apartment and were now back at her apartment. As Booth carried in several sacks of groceries, he flipped on the overhead light and glanced around the living room to make sure everything was alright.

Brennan carried in Booth's sport bag and plopped it on the floor next to the door once she was inside the apartment. "I see Mr. Jones fixed the ceiling light. That's good."

Booth carried the bags into the kitchen, dropped them on the counters and walked back into the living room. "I forgot to tell you he called me yesterday to tell me it was fixed. He tried to call you, but you didn't answer the phone . . . I guess he didn't want to leave a message." After retrieving his bag from the front door, he carried it into the guest bedroom and dumped it near the closet. Once that was accomplished he was moving over to the kitchen to help put up the groceries when he heard Brennan make a request. "Could you check my plant on the balcony and see if it needs water?"

Changing course, he walked over to the balcony, opened it and stepped out. Shocked he stopped in his tracks and stared at the grill of his dreams sitting on the right side of the balcony. "Oh my God." Moving closer, he opened the lid, stared at the grill and realized that it was completely set up and ready to use. A noise behind him caused Booth to turn and stare at his girlfriend. "You bought this? Bones I told you I don't want you to buy me stuff especially two thousand dollar grills . . . it's too much."

Brennan slowly shook her head and stepped over next to him. "This isn't your grill. It's mine."

A little surprised, Booth turned to stare at the grill again. "Yours? . . . you don't eat meat. What are you going to do with a grill?"

Her hand on the side of the grill, Brennan chuckled. "You aren't the only one that likes barbeque Booth. I really like grilled vegetables, corn on the cob, zucchini, squash . . . those all taste so wonderful grilled. I've always wanted a grill, but I didn't know what to buy. You were staring at this one in the store and you extolled its features. I assumed it was a very good grill, so I bought it and I had it delivered and set up out here."

Suspicious, Booth's eyes bored into his girlfriend. "Is that really true?"

Opening the bottom door and examining the propane tank, Brennan nodded her head. "Of course it is. This isn't your grill, it's mine . . . Of course, you may use it whenever you like since you are living with me."

Not sure whether or not to believe her, Booth decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Thanks, I will. Maybe I'll run to the store and get some steaks and some corn on the cob and whatever you'd like to grill . . . baked potatoes?"

"Oh yes." Brennan was pleased that Booth had accepted her explanation. She had bought it for both of them, but he didn't really need to know that. "I love baked potatoes . . . sweet potatoes are great grilled too."

Booth patted the grill and smiled. "We are going to have a barbeque party this weekend. Just you and me and this grill."

Amused, Brennan laughed. "That's an interesting threesome, Booth."

He licked his bottom lip and turned to face Brennan. "If you have anything else you want to buy and you need my expertise, then just let me know."

Brennan closed the lid on the grill and smiled at her boyfriend. "I will."

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