( The Goop on the Girl)
I definitely don't own Bones.
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Leaning against the truck, Booth steeled himself for what was about to occur.
Brennan, walking rapidly towards Booth, stopped in front of him and looked him over, "Are you all right? I know you said you were, but you . . ." Shaking her head, Brennan looked away and swallowed. "I need to hug you and yet I can't do it because you're covered in evidence."
Reaching out, Booth placed his hand on her arm, "Bones, I promise I'm all right. I might have a bruise on my back where I fell back, but that's it. I was far enough away from the explosion that I just had the wind knocked out of me, that's all. I'm fine . . . really."
Her emotions now under control, she turned her gaze back towards her partner, "Alright, but I do reserve the right to make sure later."
Laughing quietly, Booth released her arm, "Alright. I need to interview the witness."
Cam, arriving at the scene, rushed over to where Booth was standing, "Let me look you over, Booth."
Annoyed at the attention he was receiving, Booth growled, "I'm alright for God's sake."
Holding a penlight in her hand, Cam reached out and held his chin in her left hand as she checked his eyes, "Okay, do you have a medical degree? I don't think so." Checking his pupils she was relieved to find them normal, "Well, you seem to be fine. I just needed to be sure."
Booth pointed towards his witness and pulled his chin from her hand, "There you go. Now if you don't mind I need to talk to my witness before they take her to the hospital."
Following him across the street, Brennan informed him, "Once you're done you need to come to Lab with me so I can collect evidence from you."
Waving his hand at her, he approached the woman covered in bits of Santa Claus. Thankful he hadn't been that close to the Santa when he blew up, Booth began his interview while his partner began to collect what evidence she could from the semi-hysterical woman.
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Standing in one of the examination rooms, Booth felt a shiver run down his spine as his partner slowly removed his belt from his pants, "Damn it Bones, how am I supposed to just stand here while you undress me?"
Annoyed at Booth, Brennan tried to maintain a modicum of professionalism, "I'm just collecting evidence Booth. I'm just doing my job and you need to stand still while I do it."
Staring at the top of her head, Booth sighed, "Yeah, well it might be all science and evidence to you but you're still undressing me. That's not exactly a normal part of the job and you know it. Plus . . . um . . . "
Placing his belt in a bag, she then popped the button open on his pants and pulled the zipper down. His throat very dry, Booth checked the room for cameras and found one aimed at the door, "Okay now this is . . . um. . . . Okay, I'm going to have to . . . St. Albert the Great. . . St. Matthew . . . St. Mark . . ."
Surprised, Cam entered the room, stopped and smiled, "You really need to close and lock the door if you're going to be doing this kind of thing at the Lab."
Startled, Booth blushed, "She's just collecting evidence Cam. We're professionals. We'd never. . ."
Holding up her hand, Cam laughed, "I'm just kidding, Booth. Still . . . well, never mind. I'll just leave you two to your work." Stepping back out in to the hallway, she closed the door firmly behind her.
"She thinks we were . . . you know." Staring at Brennan as she walked over to the door, Booth cleared his throat, "She should know better. We're professional when we're on the job."
Locking the door, Brennan turned back and gave him a predatory look, "Yes, I do know what she was thinking and yes she should know better. I believe it would be wiser to keep the door closed and locked until we're finished. If Angela were to find me collecting evidence from you she might have a few inappropriate comments to make that wouldn't help the situation."
His mouth so dry, Booth licked his lips, "Um . . . Good thinking."
Back in front of him, Brennan moved her hands to his hips and slowly moved his pants down his legs, "I do find this very sexually stimulating even though I am just doing my job."
Feeling his breathing becoming a little deeper, Booth shook his head, "Damn it Bones. Once you're done I just may have to collect my own evidence."
Brennan tapped Booth's feet to make him step out of his pants and commented, "That might be very interesting Booth."
His body starting to respond in an unprofessional manner, Booth quietly asked her, "Do you think so?"
Nodding her head, Brennan moved to pick up some tweezers, "Of course I'd like to remove as much of the bank robber's body parts from you as possible first, before you begin your examination."
A little disgusted in the turn in the conversation, Booth scrunched his nose and complained, "Wow, talk about a mood killer, Bones. Sheesh."
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan started to pull bits of flesh and bone out of Booth's hair, "Well, perhaps we can reenact this scenario at home tonight. I promise that I won't mention body parts then."
His humor returning, Booth stared at the wall in front of him, "You got a deal. Um . . . be careful when you get down there. I . . . I can't be held responsible for anything that . . . you know, responds on its own. . . St. Matthew . . . St. Mark . . ."
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Satisfied, Booth made sure that the blanket was covering both of them before he said anything, "Do you still want to have a Christmas dinner? We didn't really give us a lot of time to get it together. It's a lot of work and I'll help but maybe you should just call everyone and cancel. I don't want you to overdo it. You're going to have your baby in three months and I just don't know if you should be putting pressure on yourself like that."
Tired, Brennan kept her eyes closed, "No, it won't be too much work. I've invited Dad, Russ, Amy and the girls, Hank, Hodgins, Angela, Cam, Wendell, Sweets, Daisy, Clark and Arastoo. I invited Caroline but she thinks she won't be able to come. She's going to New Orleans this year."
Rolling onto his side, Booth draped his arm across his lover's stomach, "Caroline always goes home for Christmas, but I'll call her and see if she changed her mind. That will give her the option of an open invitation."
"Would you like Jared to come to the dinner?" Cautiously, Brennan continued, "You don't have to, I just thought it would be nice to include him. I can still call him and invite him if you want him to come."
Thinking it over, Booth leaned his head against her shoulder, "Yeah, why not? Don't count on him coming though. He isn't family oriented like me. He never has been."
"I've done most of the shopping. I'd like you to pick up a few things for me tomorrow morning to finish my list." Opening her eyes, Brennan frowned at the ceiling, "Of course, I am late deciding to have a party so it's possible no one will want to come."
Not really concerned about it, Booth tried to assure her, "Well if they don't they don't. We'll plan it out better next year. We've been so busy getting everything unpacked and stuff done with the house that we didn't really have time to think about anything else. I'm going to go buy a Christmas tree tomorrow and set it up in the living room. I have a lot of decorations, so I won't have to buy anything new. You'll like it."
Brennan rubbed Booth's arm and spoke sleepily, "I'm sure I will."
Moving his head, Booth leaned towards Brennan's stomach, "You'll love Christmas, Baby. I'm king of Christmas and you can be the princess of Christmas."
Her eyes closed, Brennan commented, "I suppose you will insist on deluding our child about the Santa Claus myth as well as the Jesus myth."
Moving his head back to his pillow, Booth protested, "Hey Jesus is not a myth." Deciding to let the comment go, he smiled, "Our baby is going to get the full treatment, Bones. Santa Claus, Ralphy and his BB gun, the Grinch . . . . It's a Wonderful Life . . . White. . . ."
Realizing Booth had finally fallen asleep, Brennan placed her hand on her stomach, "Your father really does love Christmas even if it is a myth."
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