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Day 10: Ears
I don't own Bones.
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(After the Change in the Game)
Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar not praise him . . .
Groaning, Booth leaned his head on his girlfriend's shoulder, "Bones, do we really have to watch this?"
The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones.
"Bones, did you hear that Bones, they're talking about bones." Grinning he clasped her hand and kissed her cheek.
Annoyed, Brennan turned and glared at her boyfriend, "Be quiet, Booth I'm trying to hear this."
. . . told you Caesar was ambitious, if it were so, it was a grievous fault, and grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Hungry, Booth rummaged in his coat pocket and found a Heath bar. With great relish he tore the paper off of the candy, "Hey, want a piece of my Heath bar?"
Her ire rising, she glared daggers at Booth and hissed, "No."
. . . For Brutus is an honorable man, so are they all, all honorable men, come . . .
Leaning closer to Brennan, Booth remarked, "Yeah, they were so honorable that they killed their leader by stabbing him in the back, the assholes."
. . . faithful and just to me, but Brutus says he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man.
His gaze wandering around the stage, Booth finally focused on the actor playing Brutus and shook his head, "If I'd been a cop back then, I'd have arrested all of their sorry asses."
. . . ransons did the general coffers fill. Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.
Leaning closer to Brennan again, Booth informed her, "That's really why they killed him, you know. The rich bastards. . . ." Feeling a hand tap his shoulder, Booth heard a harsh whisper in his ear from the man sitting behind him, "Hey buddy, shut the fuck up."
Irritated, Booth turned and glared at the man, "Touch me again and you'll need a cast for that hand."
. . . I thrice presented him a kingly crown, which he did thrice refuse, was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious.
His face upturned, Booth stared at the pattern in the ceiling and murmured, "I'm missing an important hockey game for this, you owe me big time."
. . . but here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause. What cause withhold you then, to mourn for him? O judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts . . .
Puzzled, Booth asked his annoyed lover, "What the hell does that even mean?"
Resigned that she wasn't going to see the entire play, Brennan turned to look at Booth, "Would you like to leave?"
Standing quickly, Booth grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, "God I thought you'd never ask!"
Watching the couple leave, the man sitting behind the now vacant seats, sighed, "Thank God!"
An elbow in his ribs, his wife, furiously hissed, "Shhhhh."
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A/N: The play was "Julius Caesar" by William Shakespeare