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003. Intelligence – rated T

Set early season 1, but post 1.05 The Boy in the Bush


Their argument had been vicious. Fiery barbs yelled at each other, neither caring who overheard. Reaching her door, Booth pulled it open, intending to walk away. "Goddammit, Bones. You must be the stupidest smart person I know!"

Her voice did not quieten any, despite the lack of privacy. "I don't believe that. My IQ score is…"

"Intelligence is more than an IQ score!"

"But, statistically…"

"That's not the point, Bones."

"Then what is the point?" Exasperated, she threw up her arms.

"There is more than one type of smart."

"I don't know what that means."

His tone turned mocking. "It means there's Brain Smart," he paused and pointed at her, "you, and then there's Street Smart." Again, he paused, this time pointing to himself. "Me. And sometimes, Bones, Street Smart beats Brain Smart." Not bothering to wait for a reply, he turned and stormed from her office.

"You know, she'll hate me for telling you this. But she's got more street smarts than you'll ever have." The normal soft tones of Angela's voice have been replaced by a harder one.

Walking over to her, his own harsh tone softened slightly. "What do you mean?"

"She aged out, Booth."

It took him a second to work out exactly what she meant. And then it clicked. Instantly, he denied it. "No, no she told me…"

"About a grandfather? Yeah. A mysterious grandfather who she only mentions when she's talking about getting out of foster care. Now, why would she do that?"

It hit him like a fist to the gut. "I…"

"Yeah." Angela nodded. Giving him a patronising pat on his shoulder, she levelled one more parting shot before she turned and shut her office door in his face. "Maybe you're not as smart as you think you are."


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