Chapter 3
Bones stood outside Nolita's, pacing back and forth, waiting for David to show up. Sadly, she was secretly hoping that he wouldn't show up, and she could go back to the Jeffersonian and continue working on the case. Not quite the equivalent of a nice date at a romantic restaurant, but it would be so much more comfortable and fun.
She jumped as her cell phone rang, and smiled when she saw David's name on the caller id. Maybe he really can't show up.
"David, hi. Yeah I'm here well I guess I'm two doors down. No, I know the traffic on the beltway can be brutal. Okay. Bye.." Damn. I really don't want to do this tonight. A nagging part of her mind reminded her that if she was standing here, waiting for Booth in a pretty dress, she would magically be much more enthusaistic and willing to go on this date. Well, Bones.. noo, not Bones, Temperance. I hate it when he calls me Bones. But not really. God help me, I think it's endearing. Never mind that, he's never going to be mine. So I just need to drop this and keep our working relationship professional.
Guns shot abruptly jarred Bones' line of thought as she quickly ducked behind the nearest car.Well, she wanted a way out of her date with David. Almost getting killed is a perfect excuse. I wonder how Booth will react. Maybe he'll kill David out of suspicion and do us all a favor.
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Bones was working steadily in the lab, trying to get as much work done before Booth came and started yelling at her for not taking some time off. She knew she was being obnoxious and irritable, but she couldn't help but lash out at her collegues.
She grimaced as she saw Booth walk into the lab. Don't let him do that thing to do where he smiles and you think your knees are going to melt and you're going to fall into his arms. Oh.. he looks pissed. I think he'll just be yelling. Yup, wait for it..
"Bones, what the hell are you doing?" Yup, there is it. He wouldn't be Booth without that overprotective streak.
"Working. Why does everyone find that so odd?" Okay, I'll just pretend I hate it.
"Why? Oh, I don't know. Why? Because maybe an hour ago someone tried to kill you. I don't think it's a good idea for you to continue to work on these cases." God, if something happened to her…
"This is what I do Booth."
"Alright, look, whoever killed these victims wants to make sure you don't finish your investigation."
"Hundreds of criminals would like to stop what I do. Are you suggesting that I just give up my career?" Now I can stop pretending to be mad because there is no way in hell he could ever get me to give up my career.
"Just be reasonable." And don't get hurt, because I just might possibly die without you in my life every day.
"Fine. Logic suggests that the shooter is involved in one of these cases so I should find out who killed them before he tries to shoot me again. Did forensics recover the bullets that were meant for me?" Just stay calm. Don't do anything to push him away.
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Bones stood in the interrogation room, pacing quietly, waiting for Booth to bring in David. Despite her albiet false objection to bringing her date in for questioning, Booth refused to believe that he had nothing to do with the attack. She looked up, a little bit nervously, as the door opened and Booth walked in angrily, followed by a nervous looking man who Bones assumed to be David. He wasn't bad looking, she had to give him that.
"Temperance." David moved closer to shake hands with the forensic anthropologist.
"David." Well, this could not be possibly more awkward. She glanced down as they shook hands. He had nice hands, but there wasn't anything there. There just wasn't the same shudder that run up and down her spine and caused her to blush that there was whenever Booth touched her. Or breathed on her. Or looked at her. Or even came anywhere near her.
"Someone shot at you?" No, buddy, she lost her cell phone. Why the hell do you think you're in the interrogation room. Get with the program.
"Yeah."
"Oh my God." There's no way this is going to work. He has no idea what Booth and I look at and see every single day.
"I know."
"What can I do?" David was trying to help, he really was. He's cute. Just not for me.
"Excuse me, I'm special Agent Seeley Booth. I'll be asking the questions. You want to sit down." Yes, and then you just walk right out of my girl's life.
"I mean I didn't see anything. When I got to the restaurant I saw the cops, but I had no idea that it had to do with you." Likely story. Booth knew the chances of this dweeb being involved in the shooting were slim to none, but he might as well be a jerk while he had the chance.
"You're an investment banker. Good looking guy, but yet you find your woman online." Okay, be professional Booth.
"Excuse me?" David looked from Bones to Booth with an incredulous look on his face. 'How can he be asking me this? Ther must be something more going on between these two.'
"Can't you find any woman at work?" Wait.. is he.. jealous?
"Well, she was online too and she's a great looking doctor. Your picture doesn't do you justice by the way."
"Thank you. Your either. The resolution must not be very good online." Bones subtly gritted her teeth. Flirting with this guy was killing her.
'Bones."
"Oh, he's a Luddite." Might as well get some teasing in while I have the chance.
"Hey."
"That's someone who's afraid of technology."
"I know what a Luddite is. So are you saying that you were stuck in traffic?" Likely story… I hate this guy.
"What you think I shot at her? I'm a fundraiser for the Brady Campaign against gun violence. Do you think I tried to kill you?" Well, look, it's a little goody-too-shoes. This guy is annoying.
"He has to do this."
"Yeah, I have to do this, so what time did you leave work?"
"About 6:45."
"Any witnesses?" I'm having wayyyy to much fun with this.
"Yeah. My assisant, the client I was with, the valet that saw me pull out of the parking garage. I mean, unless they are all suspects too." Nice, throw some sarcasm in there. Booth made a fist behind the table. No, don't punch him…
"We'll be talking to everyone." It's like he's fourteen years old. But so cute. God this is PATHETIC.
"Well, did you check the traffic report? It was a mess."
"He did."
"Do I have to get an attorney?" See, showing signs of guilt. Now David was starting to get a little bit nervous. Of course he didn't have anything to do with the shooting, but all these questions were going to uncover something. And besides, Booth seems like the kind of guy who could get anyone to confess to anything if he wanted it enough. Talk about intimadating.
"Just stay close in case we need you for anything else."
'Yeah, sure. I mean anything I can do to help."
David stood up and began to walk towards the door. Right as he was about to leave, Booth stopped him, deciding he could get in some teasing, and hopefully embarrass this stodgy investiment banker out of another date with Bones.
"So, this online thing, how long does it last because if it's just a way to hook up… I gotta tell you. It's pretty low." Now, David was starting to get angry. The whistle just put it over the edge.
'You know, one of my partners met his wife online." Damn, that's creepy.
"You're kidding?" Oh, Bones, please don't get any ideas.
"No, they've been married for five years."
"Doesn't mean it's not creepy."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Did I miss something, cause I don't want to get in the way or between…" Finally, David had picked up on the hardly subtle vibe between the two partners.
"What? Uh, no." But that's not what I want the answer to be. Is it wrong to get involved in this if my heart's not in it?
"No." Booth looked at his partner as he reaffirmed the statement.
"No." David looked between the two partners. The resounding 'no' was obvious, but the repetion was starting to get a little redundant. There was definitely something going on here.
"God." Booth closed the conversation to any more debate by a final nod of his head.
"Well, then, maybe we could reschedule dinner?" David knew his chances of this working out were slim to none, but he might as well give it a shot.
"No." Whoops. That was smooth, Seeley. Nice going.
"Sure." Why did I just agree to that?
"Great."
'You know, I think someone needs this room. Let's go." Booth stepped in between David and his partner, making sure he didn't try to cop a feel or anything. He did not trust this guy.
"Ah yeah, sure. Well, I'll e-mail you. Stay safe."
"She will stay safe." Not because of you.
"He's nice, don't you think?" I'll just try to gage his reaction, see if he's still as jealous as he seemed before.
"Yeah, he's nice as a suspect. What? Hello?" Booth traced Brennan's line of sight, seeing that it unfortunately landed on the retreating back on his new favorite person to hate. He moved in front of her, still trying to get her attention.
"Bones.. Let's just go, alright. We have work to do."
AN: So, what'd ya think? Reviews are lovely.