Note: This is my first Bones fiction, so any criticisms on how I portray characters or turn a tale would be greatly appreciated. I should probably take the time to mention that I am utterly hopeless at dialogue. Seriously. If I talk at all, people need a dictionary to decipher what I am saying.

Summary: Another tag to The Girl In the Fridge. Special Agent Seeley Booth and Doctor Temperance Brennan converse over the remains of yet another dead female, or at least near one, on yet another unrelated topic.

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the television show Bones, its characters, or anything else. They all belong to Fox.

Inspiration:

Special Agent Seeley Booth retrieved the end of his tie from where it was flailing inanely over his shoulder in the biting wind, tucking it under his suit jacket as he followed Doctor Temperance Brennan to his black S.U.V., which was parked somewhat conspicuously beside the blue coroners van. Reporters with their microphones and incessant questions tried vainly to get this evenings headlines. Flashes of light from cameras contributed to the ephemeral feeling of detachedness that Booth always felt when he was at a scene. Nothing seemed quite real until the body was laid out before him on a table, or files pertaining to the case were set on his desk.

Reaching the vehicle, Temperance opened the passenger door and retrieved her cell phone. Before she could make a call, Booth was standing close behind her asking for her attention. Turning around, the expression on his face gave her a large indication of what it was he wanted to say. Again, he looked sorry as he rested his forearm on the side of the S.U.V., leaning close to her so he could be heard over the wind and incoherent shouting.

"Bones, I know we've kinda been through this, but I wanted to explain why it is I got the lawyer to take that line of questioning with you." Despite the noise, he chose not to raise his voice to a more easily discernable level, preferring not to be overheard.

"You did so I could connect with the jury. I get that. It's okay Booth. Let's just concentrate on the case."

"It's not okay, Bones. I don't want to leave you thinking that you can't trust to tell me anything, that I will use it against you if I need to. That's not why I did it." Leaning closer still, he continued. "That jury was not going to convict those people unless someone could convince them otherwise, and you were the only person left who could do it. Your parents' disappearance inspired everything you became. You come across as aloof, but I think you feel more than most people 'cause you connect. You identify more with these people."

Picking up the spare roles of film from the side pocket of the car door that Brennan had originally gone to the car for, she made her way back to the corpse that waited patiently for its story to be unravelled, the attractive FBI agent trailing faithfully behind.

She really was not angry with him. She understood how it was vital to the case. That did not, however, stop her from feeling a small amount of resentment that logic and understanding could not displace. Resentment at having to sit there and disclose such personal information to a room full of strangers, when her friends had spent months (closer to years) earning that trust.

Brennan stopped abruptly mid-stride and turned to him. Booth managed to avoid colliding with her at the last minute, side-stepping her stationary form gracefully. His lips quirked as he gave her a 'I'm getting good' expression, hands out in an appropriate accompanying gesture. She could not resist a slight smile as she raised her eyebrows at him.

"I really need to phone Angela." She held up her cell phone as proof that she did, indeed, need to phone Angela.

"Won't she be out on some hot date?" He gave her a lopsided smile and raised an eyebrow. Temperance smiled and sighed patiently as she turned away to make the call, continuing on her trek to the body, which was now beginning to lose its patience. It was in, after all, a very uncomfortable position, not to mention the lack of fat and warm blood made the night decidedly more chilly than those alive could perceive.

"When you open up a little bit," Booth recommenced as if there had been no interruption after Brennan hung up, "it's easy to see that you're passionate about what you do. That you really care. You were asked about your parents because the jury needed to see you as I do. As your friends do," he was quick to correct himself.

Standing before the body once again, Temperance shivered slightly as the wind found a weakness in her lab coat. Lifting the camera, she began to take pictures with the fresh film, the camera's bulb flashing periodically.

"Most people hear all that medical jargon and switch off. They find it boring." She took a second to glare at him. "Now, I myself find it utterly enthralling, Bones, really. But we needed to - uh - bring you down to their level."

"Booth, I already figured all of this out. It's fine."

Not sure if he should continue, he watched her suppress a shiver again. Taking off his coat, he held it out to her again, knowing that now he was not wearing it, his chivalrous gesture would be harder to refuse. Holding it out further and leaning back, he gave her an endearing look.

"Please take my coat, Bones?"

Note: I am not happy with this, so please tell me where I went wrong. I think I might continue, but only if it is worth the effort of research (though it is always fun looking up the various ways to snap a mandible). Thank you for reading.

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