This was a rather short update, I admit, but it has great pertinance to the story. (I have no idea if I spelled pertainance right, well I spelled it different there, so one of 'em's right.)
I know a lot of you are asking me for 'When You Say Nothing At All" and don't think I don't listen to you. There's a special place this song needs to go and it will be a part of the story, I promise. I love that song too. A little patience and you'll hear it later on.
Chapter Nine:
12:30 a.m.
"I never would've pegged you for a Santana fan, Bones. I misjudged you and I apologize." Booth said rather politely as Brennan sat behind her desk.
"I love it. He's one of those great musicians that aren't rewriting the same scores over and over again." she said as she snuggled into the thick wool sweater she was wearing.
Booth nodded his head as he watched her cutely wrap the warm clothing tighter around her lean frame. Even sleep deprivation evident and still a little drunk, she was the most beautiful thing Booth had ever seen in his life.
He was shaken from his thoughts when he noticed she was sitting there giggling like a child. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, I just thought of something." Brennan replied between giggling fits.
"What is it?" he tried again.
Brennan looked at him warily, then turned off the stereo and switched back over to the mp3's. "This is why I'm laughing." she said as she found the song that was apparently stuck in her mind.
Booth unfortunately recognized it as being one of the top ten hits right now. "Bones, my thoughts of you have just sank a little."
"It's a fun song that only females relate to. I think Angela called it 'girly'." she said as she moved to the beat she'd made.
"That's generally the definition." Booth muttered while rubbing his eyes, a headache foreseen to arise. Brennan laughed again like a lunatic and began singing.
A domesticated girl, that's all you asked of me
Darling, this is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now with eyes wide open
My body's craving so feed the hungry
"I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday." Brennan watched Booth's reaction to her favorite workout song and practically fell over in hysterics. She didn't go through the rest until after the second chorus and she was quietly singing the disguise part.
* * *
"I'm sorry, Cam, but that's my impression of a song. Something that gets you moving is a real song." Angela ranted all the way to the kitchen where no one could hear her anymore.
"That's actually a really aggressive song. With the wolf and the panting, it paints a pretty clear picture of-" Sweets began to say.
"Yes, thank you, I got that." Cam cut him off before he could say something that he would later regret saying.
"Please tell me that there was some decent music while I was asleep." Hodgins massaged his temples. He despised the song that the damn 'She Wolf' song that was written by the blond Latina and was forced to listen to it multiple times while in Angela's presence.
"Yeah, we've had some pretty good stuff come through the speakers." Sweets said.
"Hodgy, where's the other bottle of gin?" Angela called from the kitchen.
His eyes shot opened and chased after his girlfriend.
"Sweets, could you recommend Hodgins to some good alcohol counselors?" Cam asked innocently.
"Don't worry, I've got friends for interventions." he reassured.
"Good."
* * *
When the three-minute scare of Booth's life was over, he looked at Brennan with relief lining his eyes. "Temperance, whatever you do, please don't make me listen to that again. It's ear-rape." he basically begged.
Brennan laughed and smiled at her irked partner. "Ear-rape?"
"Yes, you willingly forced that song into my ear and to be processed in my brain for all eternity. You ear-raped me." he groveled for his ear.
She fell down on the couch laughing at his theory of how sound travels throughout the brain and the term he used for it. When she finally sobered, her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing evened out in the silence.
"Bones?" Booth asked and looked her straight in the face. She was out like a light. He took the blanket he found himself covered with earlier and draped it lightly over her.
Booth sat down next to her and watched her for several minutes, the only sound the fluttering of her breathing. He pushed the auburn hair back and out of her face as it fell to it. Booth tried, but there wasn't a way for him to control his heart as it pounded viciously inside his chest, his palms begin to sweat, or his blood that was flowing dangerously southward.
"I love you, Temperance." he whispered.
* * *
"What did he say?" Sweets asked.
"I couldn't hear it." Cam responded. "Can't you back-track that?" she looked to Angela.
"No, it's not being recorded, I can't do that from here without it being documented in the security station." Angela said disappointedly.
"Do you think it was something big?" Hodgins chimed in.
"If he whispered it when he thought there was no one around to hear it…mega huge." Sweets shifted in his seat.
Argh…where's a microphone when you need one? the three squints had the same thought simultaneously.
See what I mean about the importance?! Promise me you'll all review and you'll be very very happy with the next few chapters.