Well this one was fun to write, especially the last part. . .Much longer than the last part. And thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter!
"You just don't get it," he says dismissively.
"I'm asking you for guy advice, you're a guy. What's not to get?" Oh boy, he thinks with an annoyed sigh. "First of all," he says. "Guys, they don't ask for advice. And secondly, I'm not going to help you get my partner into bed." Definitely not, he thinks. He's never known one of her boyfriends before she started dating them, and while he really does like Sully he's finding hard to deal with. "Why not?" Sully cajoles. "It's not like you want her."
Yes, he thinks. His lips twitching in amusement, I want her very badly. Oh, and she's my wife. "Unless. . .Do you want her?" Oh boy! "Nah," he says quickly. "Come on! Bones is, you know, my partner." Sully's smile turns into a knowing grin. "That's why you need psychiatric treatment! You've got the hots for your partner!" He sighs again. "I'm not in psychiatric treatment, okay? It's an evaluation. Big difference." Sully doesn't seem to care.
"I can tell Brennan's the go slow type." You really think that? "But you've got to help me out on how slow, because too slow is worse that not slow enough." He wants to laugh at Sully's assumption because Temperance Brennan has never been the slow type, but Charlie interrupts them before he can make a fool of himself.
He leans over the cubical like wall and waits for Hodgins to look up. He smiles at him when he does.
"I need you to pull a little con on the wife." Hodgins just looks at him.
"Your wife?" Booth raises an eyebrow. What on Earth did Bones tell him in that SUV? "Noooo. . .the victim's wife."
"Wow." Is all she says when she enters, he grins. "Those socks. Those are. . .amazing." His grin grows even bigger.
"That's right," he announces. "The socks, the tie, the belt buckle – all escape valves for my socioeconomic rage." She rolls her eyes. "I hate psychology." He chuckles. "Well they help me deal with the day to day irritation of dealing with people more privileged." He expects her to comment but she comes out of left field with her next sentence.
"I slept with Sully last night." He sooo didn't want to know. "Oh, I thought you already. . .uh. . ." "Nope." She smiles, "last night." He looks at everything but her, "ah. It's really none of my business." "Except we're partners." She states. And married, he adds. We need a don't ask don't tell policy on our sex lives. "And you. . .told me about your socks." Aw, Hell. "Mmmmm. . .sex, socks. Pretty much the same word." She's suddenly serious.
"Do we have a case, or are you just visiting?" Oh. . .yeah. . . "Yep, I'll fill you in on the way. It's messy, better get some protection." She gives him a wry smile. "Let me get my gum boots." As she leaves he stands up. He glances at his watch and then stares disapprovingly at his tie.
"Gonna need a flashier tie."
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