Hello! I know I haven't finished the first story yet, but I thought I'd do some multi-task writing. Just in case you might have seen the story I posted yesterday...I did a little tweaking and a lot of re-write.
This story starts out as being pretty corny, but then it gets a little more serious as the story progresses. It's my first attempt at doing semi-serious writing. It's very off canon I'm sure…let's just say it has something to do with Booth's mysterious past and maybe a spoiler or two that I've read.
This story is based on the lyrics from Heart's 'All I Wanna Do…'
And, I am totally making up the names of the toxic chemicals and other assorted non-canon story related lies.
Back Bones
Booth/Brennan, Booth/OFC
The lab was in full lockdown mode.
A delivery truck just outside of the Institute backed into a retaining wall, spilling the contents of it's cargo; Hydrochlorosulfuricmalathionate, a toxic chemical used in the preservation of historic documents.
The spill had been contained, but a two-mile radius surrounding the Institute had been evacuated in the event of chemical/cement leeching.
It just so happened that Special Agent Seeley Booth was visiting the Institute's lab at the time of the accident.
"Great, just great. Now I'm stuck here with a bunch of squints on a perfectly good Friday night."
Zack snorted.
"Yeah, and we've got to put up with you and your Anti-Squintism…"
"Anti-Squintism, Hodgins? Is that even a word?" Booth grinned.
"I think I saw it in the Dictionary of Non-Words."
"Shut up, Zack."
"Okay."
Zack moved off to the side while Jack slid into the chair that Zack had just vacated.
"Ah, nice and warm."
"Just like my date would have been…" Angela was grouchy.
"Date?"
"Yeah Zack, I do-do that every once in a while."
"She said do-do…"
"Shut up, Booth."
"Fine. So…date with whom?"
Angela sat in the rolling chair and rolled over to the rail on which Booth was leaning.
"Well…there's this guy in the mailroom…"
"Oh, no! Not him!"
Zack was trying to stifle a giggle. Jack meanwhile, had his mouth gaping open.
"Are you serious? That guy has the mental capacity of a paperweight!" Jack was astonished.
"Yeah, but have you seen his pecs? I mean, he's got the pecs of a WWE wrestler!"
"Pectorals are not something that should be considered when dating. I mean, looks aren't everything…There has to be feeling, love, emotion…"
"Immodium."
"So says 'Mr. FBI' stud muffin."
"You think I'm a stud muffin, Hodgins?" Booth grinned.
Jack's mouth gaped open.
"Better close your mouth Hodgins, or you're gonna catch flies. Hmmm, or some kind of flesh eating beetle," Angela snarked.
Jack turned on his heel and left the room. Angela turned to Booth.
"So, Booth…can I feel your pecs?"
"Only if you let me feel yours," Booth winked.
Angela swallowed her gum.
To Be Continued in Chapter Two