(Princess in the Pear)
Jenny1701 would like to see B&B handle some bad days before they were in a sexual relationship.
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A/N: This is a reminder that these stories are not in any particular order. I write them as I think of them.
I don't own Bones.
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Watching both Agent Perotta and his partner leave, Booth stood in his living room afraid to move. He'd heard a click come from his body when Brennan had moved him to adjust his back and he was no longer in pain, but he was simply afraid to move.
Staring at the kitchen doorway, he heard the clock ticking and knew that sooner or later he'd have to move even if it was just to sit down on the couch beside him.
"Okay, Bones would not leave me here if she thought I was still in trouble. She just wouldn't do that."
Taking a slow, deep breath, he finally relaxed his shoulders and wiggled his hands. Not feeling anything suspicious, he took a tentative step towards the kitchen, waiting for the stabbing pain to return. His back not punishing him for the small movement, Booth smiled and continued to walk towards the kitchen. Relieved that his problem was fixed, he grabbed the bag containing Mama's soup that Brennan had brought earlier, snagged a spoon from the utensil draw and sat down at the table.
Opening the container, he closed his eyes and inhaled the rich aroma of the soup. "Now this is comfort food". Opening his eyes, he dipped his spoon in to the container and started to eat the savory meal.
Half way through the container, Booth heard his front door open and close. Turning to stare at the hallway, he watched as his partner stepped into the living room.
Concerned that she didn't see him, Brennan called out, "Booth."
Placing his spoon down, Booth responded, "I'm in here, Bones."
Turning, she walked rapidly into the room and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Booth are you alright?"
"Sure, would you like to join me?" Holding up his container of soup, he smiled, "I have about half of this left?"
Shaking her head, Brennan sat down across from him. "No thank you. . . . I got to my car and I realized that I really hadn't made sure you were alright before I left."
Placing his hand on his lower back, Booth rubbed it, "It doesn't hurt, so what ever you did fixed it. Thank you . . . . Why'd you leave?"
Uncomfortable, Brennan pursed her lips, "I thought you might be interested in Agent Perotta so I didn't want to be the third wheel . . . . fifth wheel?"
Removing his hand from his back, he reached for his spoon and picked it up, "It's fifth wheel and I'm not interested in Agent Perotta."
"You're not?" Surprised Brennan stared at her partner, "Why not? She's beautiful and she has blond hair which means she's your 'type'. Most of the women in the past that you have dated or had affairs with were blond and beautiful. I thought for sure since she brought you chili that you and she were moving into a relationship."
Irritated, Booth waved his spoon, "I don't have a type, okay? You make it sound like I have a catalog I use to whistle up dates or girlfriends. I'm not just drawn by looks. I need more than that. I . . . What interests me is someone who is smart and independent. Someone that doesn't take shit from anyone. Sure I love beautiful women but it's just a coincidence that the ladies in my life have been blond. I don't just look for blondes. I . . . my type is . . . more complicated than just looks, a lot more complicated."
Surprised, Brennan nodded her head, "Oh. So you're not seeking a relationship with Agent Perotta?"
Shaking his head, Booth sighed, "No, Bones. I'm not. She's someone I work with and . . . and I wouldn't mind her being my friend but I'm not considering her as someone I want to be in a relationship with, okay? Are we clear?"
Annoyed with herself for being pleased with Booth's explanation, Brennan reached over and looked into Booth's container of soup, "It has meat in it."
Pointing towards the fridge, Booth smiled, "I have a bowl of blackberries and a bowl of grapes in the fridge. I also have ice cream and beer. Help yourself. . . Oh and I have that vegetable lasagna in the freezer that you made me."
Standing, Brennan walked over to the fridge and removed the ice cream from the freezer along with a beer from the lower section. Retrieving a spoon and a bowl, she dipped out some of the frozen treat into her bowl and placed the ice cream container back in the freezer.
Carrying the beer and the ice cream over to the table, Brennan asked, "Why haven't you eaten the lasagna?"
Hurriedly swallowing some of his soup, Booth replied, "Parker loves that stuff. I'm keeping it for him. I'm supposed to have him next weekend so it's one less meal I'll have to cook."
Satisfied with his answer, Brennan dipped her spoon in her ice cream, "It was very odd working with someone else, Booth. I didn't like it. You're my FBI agent. I don't want to work with anyone else at the FBI."
Snorting, Booth responded, "You make me sound like a trained seal."
Her cheeks turning rosy, Brennan shook her head, "That's not how I meant it, Booth. I just meant that you're my partner and I . . . I don't like having to work with anyone else. I don't understand them like I understand you and I'm certain Agent Perotta didn't really understand me. She tried but . . . she isn't you."
Placing his spoon down, Booth assured her, "Well then it's a good thing I'm not looking for another partner. . . The fact is, I really like working with you Bones. We make a great team." Leaning back against his chair he stared intently at Brennan, "You may not know it, but I really hated you working with Perotta. I was kind of worried that you'd like her better than me and maybe want to switch partners. You know . . . she's smart and she's moving up the ranks of the FBI pretty fast. It would be a smart move to want to partner up with her."
Annoyed, Brennan glared at her partner, "Nonsense, the smart move is to be your partner, Booth. You're smart and you're a very good agent. I don't think Agent Perotta is better than you are. I don't think any agent at the Hoover is better than you. It would be foolish to want to work with her. I only want to work with the best and you are the best FBI Agent available."
Flattered, Booth picked up his spoon and snagged some ice cream from Brennan's bowl, "Thanks, Bones."
Picking up her bowl, Brennan moved it out of his reach, "If you want ice cream, Booth, there is a container in the freezer. You don't have to steal my portion."
Standing and trying to dip his spoon into her bowl, Booth complained, "Come on Bones. I just want a couple of bites. I don't want a bowl of ice cream."
Twisting her body to keep the bowl away from her partner, Brennan complained, "You always say that and then you end up eating it all. Get your own bowl, Booth."
Irritated, Booth threw up his hands, "Fine . . . fine if you don't want to share with your partner then fine." Walking over to the freezer, Booth pulled out the ice cream container and opened it. Carrying it over to the table, he sat down and pushed his spoon into the container, "You know, I was a little worried when the evidence made it look like I might have been the murderer. It's a good thing you believed in me."
Swallowing her bite of ice cream, Brennan replied, "Even though I thought it was curious that the evidence at first pointed to you, I knew you weren't a murderer Booth. I have faith in your honesty and integrity."
A feeling of pride flooding him, Booth smiled, "Thanks. I really mean that. Thank you."
Suddenly bashful, Brennan stared at her ice cream, "You're welcome."
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