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Author's Note: Chapter 5 is now update! Aren't you excited? As always, I would like to thank all of those who reviews and my beta. Keep the reviews coming! We are almost half way through the plot, I am expectingabout 7 or 8 more chapters.I am currently working on Chapter 6 already, hopefully finish it within today, but no promises are made. Now, enjoy the chapter, don't forget to write a review!
Chapter 5
Night had fallen in Princeton, the rehearsal ended hours ago, and Brennan and Booth had finally returned to their room. Brennan was working diligently about her novel on the table while Booth was flipping through TV channels, trying to find something to watch. He didn't have the volume up too loud; he was afraid that it would irritate Brennan. Every once a while, he would glance over to look at the author to see how she was doing. Brennan was currently sitting in the chair with her legs crossed, tying fast. Booth imagined that Brennan had just found her muse. He sighed to himself silently, shaking his head.
A slight knock came to the door, and Brennan looked up from her computer instantly.
"I will get it." Booth said and got off bed. He opened the door and found his cousin Greg outside, using his cane to bang on the door.
"Hey Seeley, ready to have that drink with me?" House asked.
"Um…sure, just let me grab my coat. Err, do you mind if Bones tags along?" Booth asked.
"I am not sure if Dr. Brennan would feel comfortable if she came with us. You know, we are going to some strip club to get that drink." House frowned. Booth threw House an unappreciative look.
"Bones, we are not going to some strip club. We are just getting a drink downstairs from the hotel bar. You wanna come with us?" Booth asked.
"I am fine here." Brennan yelled from the table.
"Okay." Booth went to the closet and picked out his coat. "Hey Bones, I will be back soon. You don't have to wait up; I have my key with me." Booth added.
"I wasn't planning to wait." Brennan said, confused.
"Never mind. Go back to work on your book." And Booth slammed the door shut.
- - -
"So, how's work?" House said after he ordered a drink at the bar in the hotel.
"It's going fine. I bet yours must be more exciting than mine." Booth said.
"Doubt that. I don't get to use a gun that often to point at people, shooting them. I just get to use a knife and legally cut people alive. I would rather have your job anyway." House stared at Booth, "You had been to the hospital recently; what happened?" He asked.
"How did you figure that out?" Booth asked, raised his eyebrow. He knew that House had the uncanny ability to read people, but he had never quite figured how he did it.
"Well, you smell like you've been to the hospital." House joked. Booth rolled his eyes.
"I got blown up a few months ago. Don't tell my mom about it." Booth confessed.
"Like I am going to tell your mom about it. Why did you get blown up? You are not that stupid to go step in a landmine and get yourself blown up, are you?" House asked, taking a sip of the drink that he ordered.
"No, I actually got blown up because I opened a refrigerator to get a drink at …somebody's house." Booth had been able to stop himself from telling Brennan's name out.
"Let me guess. That Dr. Brennan?"
Booth nodded, knowing that he couldn't hide the fact. House also had the ability to tell if you were lying or not.
"So, what do you see in her?" House asked causally. Booth nearly choked on the drink he was having.
"What are you talking about?" Booth put his drink down on the table.
"This Brennan. You obviously like her."
"I don't like her." Booth said it a bit too fast.
"Yeah, right…" House said. "Whatever you say."
"Greg, it's not possible. We…Bones and I work together. We are partners."
"Is she a FBI agent?" House asked.
"Well, no. She works in the Jeffersonian, a museum."
"Then technically you don't work together. Obviously you just go and find her for consultation, so you guys don't work together." House said, getting all technical.
"But we work in the field together. If we were together and then broke up…" Booth shuddered at the idea. No way was he going to risk the partnership and friendship with Bones. Besides, he's quite sure that Bones didn't have any inappropriate feelings for him. To Bones, everything is strictly professional.
"Hell, how's that more awkward than me and Allison? Jesus, we work in the same department, and I have to see her every day. Plus, I am her boss. So don't talk about anything unethical." House shut out half of Booth's reasons.
"But I doubt she likes me." Booth said, taking another sip of his drink. Boy, this night was going to be long.
"How do you know?"
"Because it's Bones. She's Bones. She is not capable of showing her feelings to anyone. She's not a normal human being…she's a squint. She has to be strong because she thinks there's no one for her…" House put his hand up, stopped Booth from saying anymore.
"Trust me; she's not the only one who is uncaring and incapable of showing feelings to people. I am too. But hey, guess what, I am getting married tomorrow."
"Anyway, how did you two get together? I never thought you would marry someone who is much younger than you. I am saying there's at least a 10 years gap. Are you trying to be like Donald Trump?" Booth asked.
"First, I wish I were Donald Trump. He's rich and owns his own company, not to mention his own show. But his hair is freaky, man. My hair is way cooler than his. Second, it's actually a fifteen years gap. And third, she made the first move."
"She did?" Booth felt horrified.
House nodded. "She tricked me into going on a date with her, a condition for her to work for me. I totally screwed it all up. Never thought I was going to have the chance. But then, I got shot…"
"You got shot? You are a doctor! You work in a hospital!" Booth was surprised.
"Yeah, an ex-patient of mine shot me. He hated me, decided to do a little revenge on me. It's not that much of a big surprise that people hate me. Then, Allie sat beside my bed for two days. You know, she is one of those caring too much type of people. I woke up from the surgery and saw her. Somehow, I saw her sitting there, for about few days, and I was…I just confessed to her…I suspected that it must be the drugs that gave me made me acting abnormal. We've been together for over 2 years now." House told his tale briefly.
"Wow." Booth was impressed.
"Yeah." House admitted. "In your case, it's just similar to mine. Someone just needs to make the first move."
"I can't believe I have to ask advice from my cousin." Booth shook his head.
"If you don't want my opinion, fine." House said, finishing his drink, "I was just trying to help. You know I don't usually offer help to anyone, even my best friend. Not many people get to see this side of me, and if this is counting as a consult, I am afraid I am going to have to charge you, even though you are my cousin."
"I know. But it's different. It's Bones we are talking about here. Bones had a history of…she is afraid of losing people that she loves; she had a tragedy in her childhood. That's why she doesn't let anybody get too close to her, so she can't get hurt. She has this wall around her." Booth explained, though not entirely telling the truth.
"What kind of tragedy we are talking about here?" House raised his eyebrows, interested.
"I don't think it's a good idea to tell you, Greg. You are just gonna make fun of her."
"Hey, I will make fun of her either way."
"True." Booth nodded, "Her parents went missing when she was a teenager. She knew what happened to her mother, but her father's fate is still unknown."
House didn't say anything.
"I say this is just a bad…"
"Well, frankly, I would say that it's stupid if you are not going to try at all." House said.
Booth finished his drink, unable to say anything.
- - - -
Brennan, on the other hand, while Booth was getting the torture from House, was enjoying herself and her writing. That was, until her phone went off. She checked the caller ID. It was Angela.
"Brennan."
"Hey sweetie, how's it going?" Angela's voice came through her cell phone.
"It's going fine. I am writing my last chapter of the novel; it's going pretty well." Brennan replied. She was happy about the fact that she could finish it during this weekend. Then she just needed to re-read it once, edit it, and send it to her editor for her to edit it again.
"Sweetie, I am not talking about your book, though congrats on it. I am talking about you and your hot FBI agent."
Brennan frowned, "Ange, he's not mine, and I don't think he's sick."
Angela, on the other hand, laughed.
"We are sharing a room. The hotel ran out of rooms, so…" Angela, who became excited all of the sudden, cut her off.
"You are sharing a bed with Booth? Oh My GOD!" Brennan imagined that Angela must be jumping up and down on the other end.
"No, Ange, we just share a room. This room has 2 beds." Brennan explained.
Angela sounded a bit disappointed, but recovered quickly, "Have you seen Booth's family yet?"
"Uh-huh."
"How are they?"
"I only saw his mom; she's really nice, and overprotective. I can see Booth's over protectiveness came from her. His cousin is a doctor, a medical doctor. I can say that he's a really sarcastic jerk. And his fiancé was really young. I'd say there's about a 15 year gap between them." Brennan analyzed.
"But how do they know each other?"
"They work together in the same department. In fact, he's her boss."
Angela didn't answer.
"Ange? Are you still there?"
"Oh, yeah, Bren. But don't you think that it's a bit ironic?"
"What's ironic?" Brennan was confused.
"Bren. They work together, they are together, and they are getting married tomorrow. Don't you think that is ironic? Just like you and Booth?"
Brennan analyzed it in her brain. What Angela just said was true. Did Booth set her up for this? Or was it a coincidence? She shook her head. This had to be a coincidence, judging from how Booth was so shocked when he found out Allison was going to marry his cousin. House and Allison are together, so what? It doesn't mean that she and Booth can be together also. One case out of the original doesn't mean that how the world works. She and Booth couldn't be together, they are just partners, they only had a professional relationship around them. It's all a coincidence.
"Ange, Booth and I are not together. So there's nothing ironic about it. It's probably just a coincidence" Brennan lied.
"Come on. Booth is clearly into you. Why else would he come all the way to New Orleans when he heard that you got hurt? Why would he check himself out of the hospital when you got kidnapped?" Angela challenged her.
"Well, he was just…concerned about finding a new partner. That's all." Brennan defended Booth's actions.
"Did he tell you that?"
"No, but…"
"Then don't assume anything, sweetie." Angela gave out a sigh. "He loves you, and you are just too blind to see it! Bren, open your eyes, for God's sake! See it! You need to bring down the wall that you built around yourself, and let Booth come in!"
"Ange, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Bren. Do you like Booth?" Angela asked boldly.
"You mean as in a friend, colleague, or something else?' Brennan asked carefully.
"Just tell me all levels."
"Well, he's a good friend, I guess…a good partner, always looks out for me…and…I guess nothing else." Brennan replied.
Angela gave out another sigh. "You know what, sweetie, I am giving up. I am officially giving up on trying! Good night, enjoy your weekend." Angela cut the line off before Brennan could say another word.
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