(After 'The Devil in the Details')
A/N: This story is for DGschneider who needs some cheering up. Happy Valentine's Day.
I don't own Bones.
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The flowers were lovely and Angela noticed them as the security guard carried the vase past her office. Curious, she followed him and the flowers down the hallway to Brennan's office.
Security officer Adam Bowie had volunteered to take the flowers to Dr. Brennan out a sense of curiosity. He had looked at the card as soon as he was out of sight of the security desk and was disappointed to see that the card wasn't signed. Arriving at her office, Bowie knocked on the door frame. "Dr. Brennan, flowers were dropped off for you at the desk."
Looking up from her periodical, Brennan motioned Bowie to enter her office. "Thank you, you may leave them on my desk."
Once the flowers were placed beside the anthropologist's elbow, Bowie left the room and Angela entered the office. "Oh Sweetie, who sent you the flowers?"
Not sure, Brennan removed the card from the vase and read it out loud. "Be my Valentine . . . It isn't signed."
Sitting on the chair in front of Brennan's desk, Angela leaned over and touched one the flower petals. "Roses, very romantic . . . yellow, so friendship . . . not love, but still, this is romantic. You're a lucky woman."
"Why is it romantic? Why am I lucky? The card is unsigned." Brennan wasn't sure it was a romantic gesture at all. Surely if someone was sexually attracted to her, they would have made sure their name was on the card. And the color of the roses seemed superfluous.
"Honey, someone who wants to remain anonymous has sent you flowers. It's a mystery. Who could have sent them to you? Why did they send them to you? Is it someone you know? Was it a stranger that saw you at the Diner or at a museum? They're shy and want to show you that they're thinking of you on Valentine's Day, but they weren't sure how you would react, so they sent it anonymously. This is very romantic." Angela wished someone would send her flowers anonymously. It made her heart flutter thinking about it.
After she placed the card back with the roses, Brennan turned to face her friend. "It makes no sense to send them anonymously . . . If the sender is attracted to me, then he or she should make their identity known."
"Ooh, maybe it was Booth." Angela still had hope that Booth and Brennan would finally get together. The vibes that Booth were putting off lately when he was around Brennan were love vibes and Angela was so frustrated with him and Brennan. "He's feeling the temperature of the water. Maybe he sent them to you to see how you would react. That man has the hots for you. You must know that."
Annoyed, Brennan shook her head. "He is my partner and my friend. He is not sexually attracted to me and I'm not sexually attracted to him."
Her frustration growing, Angela placed her hands over her eyes. "Oh my God." Lowering her hands, she sighed. "Fine, have it your way." After she glanced at her watch, she stood up. "You're hopeless Brennan and so is Booth." Moving to the doorway, she paused before leaving. "You're both going to regret this someday."
"Regret what?" Brennan watched her friend leave her office and turned her attention back to the flowers. "You are more trouble than you're worth." Returning to her periodical, she decided that Valentine's Day had been created to annoy people more than anything.
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Not sure if Brennan had time for lunch, Booth popped into her office and found her typing on her PC. "Hey, do you have time to go to lunch?" His attention captured by the flowers Booth found himself suddenly filled with jealously. "Hey flowers." Moving into the office, he grabbed the card from the vase and read it. "It's unsigned."
Her personal space invaded, Brennan stood up and took the card from Booth placing it in her desk drawer. "Yes, it is unsigned." Settled back on her chair, she stared at her partner. "Did you send them?"
"Me? Why would I send you flowers? You hate Valentine's Day." Why didn't I send her flowers? Someone is interested in Bones and I don't like it. "It wasn't me."
Puzzled, Brennan stared at the flowers for a moment before returning her attention to her partner. "If you didn't send them then I have no idea who sent them. I do hate Valentine's Day. People make costly gestures that are meaningless thinking somehow that they're romantic. If someone is sexually interested in me then they should say so. I can't read minds and I don't appreciate the anonymity. All it does is irritate me."
"Maybe they're bashful." If this is that Jacque guy that calls her for a booty call sometimes, I just may have to kick his ass, job or no job." Booth gestured towards the door. "Do you want to go to lunch with me or not?"
Feeling slightly frustrated, Brennan pulled her purse from her top desk drawer and stood up. "Valentine's Day was created by the flower companies and the candy companies to entice people to spend their money foolishly. I'll be happy when this day is over."
As they were leaving, Booth looked back at the flowers and rubbed his hand against his chest. His chest felt tight and he hated the feeling. He didn't know why he hadn't talked to Brennan about their situation yet, but he needed to buck up the courage and do it soon before it was too late.
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At home, that evening Brennan received a phone call. "This is Brennan."
Bones, Bones did you get my flowers? Mom said she'd send them to you this morning. I saved my Christmas money so I could buy them, are they pretty? I hope they're pretty.
"Parker, the flowers were lovely, but you didn't have to send me flowers." The mystery was solved and Brennan felt a sense of relief.
Gosh, it's Valentine's Day and I want you to be my Valentine. Is that okay, will you be my Valentine?
"Of course, I will." Brennan couldn't ruin the boy's fun. She loved the boy and found it sweet that he wanted her to have flowers. "I'm sorry I didn't send you anything. I didn't know we were exchanging gifts this year."
That's okay, I didn't expect you to send me anything. Mom said it was okay to send you the flowers since we're friends. We are friends, right?
"Of course we are, Parker." Brennan found the situation to be charming now that she knew who had sent the flowers. "I have the flowers sitting on my coffee table and they smell wonderful. Your gift is appreciated and thank your mother for arranging for me to get the flowers."
She didn't mind, Bones. She likes you. She wishes you and Dad would just get together and make yourselves happy.
Her cheeks now pink, Brennan was taken by surprise by the child's words. "Your father and I are friends, Parker. We are together as friends."
Well, if you say so. Thank you for being my Valentine, Bones. I'm glad you liked the flowers.
"They're lovely . . . thank you."
You're welcome. I got to go. Bye Bones.
The call ended, Brennan placed her phone on the table and stared at the flowers. "It would have been nice if Booth had sent them, but we're just friends. Aren't we?"
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I hope you get well soon, Lisa.