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Prompt #20: Fingers - Whenever his back gave him trouble, he always went to her to help.
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"Boooooooooooooones!"
Temperance rolled her eyes when she heard the plainative cry from the person entering her office. "What is it Booth?" she asked. Her eyes took in his hunched position and his pained expression. "What happened?"
"My back hurts..."
Another eye roll. "Did you slide down the small slide with Parker again? Slip on a slippery tile in your bathroom? Bend over too far picking up one of your comic books?"
"You're hilarious," he deadpanned. "C'mon Bones, just help me out. I gotta go get Parker for the weekend and I don't want to be handicapped."
She analyzed how he was holding his body and quickly diagnoised the problem. "All right. Stand as straight as you possibly can."
He obeyed with a grateful smile. "Bones, you have no idea what this means to me."
"It means, as per usual, you will buy me lunch or dinner." In a now-familair motion, Temperance slid her arms up under his arms and pressed her hands pressed against the sides of his neck. "Now, don't tense up. I won't hurt you."
"I trust you, Bones," he said simply.
She smiled as she rotated his upper body. No matter how many times he said that, it always made her feel happy. "Okay, here's the first one."
CRACK! SNAP! "OW!" he shouted.
Temperance almost let him go. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned that she'd done more harm than good. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Yeah, fine," he said weakly. "That just felt really good." A sigh escaped his lips. "Continue."
Carefully, Temperance kept going. With a last yank and a final crack of his back, Booth let out a yelp of surprise, then flexed his suddenly pain-free back. "Wow! God, that's amazing Bones! You'd make a killing as a chiropractor."
"I'm happy enough as a forensic anthropologist," she replied.
Booth grinned and grabbed her coat. "Well, let's go and I can buy you dinner."
Just a random drabble. Enjoy and review please!