(After The Woman in White)

I don't own Bones.

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"Okay, I bet that John Henderson is the killer." Booth was putting the pieces together and it looked like the husband had killed his wife. Of course it was early days in the investigation, but he needed to start somewhere.

Annoyed, Brennan turned to look at her husband. "I don't think he is the murderer, Booth. I think it was Heather's brother. He had more motive."

"Motive?" Booth glanced at Brennan and then back at the road. "Motive really isn't your thing. That's my thing and I'm telling you that the husband did it. He has a record of spousal abuse. He finally went too far and he killed her."

"No, I don't think so." Brennan held up her hand. "I think you are letting your past dictate your distaste for Henderson and you want him to be guilty."

"Bull!" Booth was losing his patience. "You hate psychology and you're going to use that against me? I am not projecting. John Henderson has no alibi, he's beat his wife before and he's a douche. I'll bet you he's the killer. Just name the wager."

Her lips pursed, Brennan glared at her husband. "You are a degenerate gambler, Booth. You should not be gambling."

Annoyed, Booth's eyes glimmered. "Hey, how many times do I have to tell you I am not a degenerate gambler? I've been through the program. I'm reformed and betting with you is not gambling. It's not like I'm laying money on the line. It's just between you and me . . . If you're so sure that Howard Burns is the killer then make a bet with me. I'm telling you its John Henderson."

Giving Booth a speculative look, Brennan sniffed and finally replied. "Fine, if you lose you have to go to a play of my choosing and if you win, I'll buy you season tickets to the Nationals games."

"You're on." Booth was certain that he was right and if she wanted to pay for season tickets for him, who was he to turn them down?

The Jeffersonian coming into sight, Brennan turned to face the street. "I will collect when I win Booth. I will hold you to the bet."

Booth shrugged his shoulders. "And I'll hold you to the bet when I win."

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While removing his tie and unbuttoning the first couple of buttons on his shirt, Booth noticed an envelope on the dresser with his name on it. Tossing the tie on the dresser, he picked up the envelope and opened it. His mouth dropping open, Booth stared at the play tickets with a stunned expression on his face. "Fuck! No fucking way!" Grasping the envelope, he charged out of the bedroom and down the hallway. "Bones! . . . Bones where the hell are you?" Not finding her upstairs, he charged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Stepping away from the fridge, a bottle of water in her hand, Brennan frowned. "Booth, you don't have to shout. I'm right here."

Holding up the envelope, Booth shook it at her. "There is no fucking way I'm going to this play. Do you hear me? No way."

"So your word is not good?" Brennan calmly placed the bottle down on the counter behind her. "You made a wager and you lost. If you have no intention of honoring the wager then I must say I'm very disappointed in you. I thought for sure I could always trust you to keep your word to me."

Sullenly, Booth slapped the envelope down on the counter. "That's low. I would never dream of making you do something you don't like to do."

"But you made a wager and the loser isn't supposed to enjoy the experience." Brennan picked up the envelope and handed it back to Booth. "I told you I would expect you to honor the wager and I still do. Perhaps by losing you will see that giving up gambling was the best thing you could do."

"Bones." His voice was whiny and he was certain he was going to have to pay up. Damn it! "Please pick another play. I'll go with you to a play, but just not this one."

She slowly shook her head and picked the bottle of water back up. "This is the play I wish to see."

Slowly exhaling, Booth rubbed his forehead and knew he'd have to honor the bet. "Fine." Booth dropped the envelope back on the counter. "Fine! Have it your way!"

"I will." Brennan was amused. "It's next Saturday. I had to pay extra money for the tickets, but I think it's worth it. Max says he'll watch Christine and we can make a weekend of it."

"Well I can assure you it won't be a fun weekend." Booth crossed his arms against his chest. "I'll take you and I'll sit through the play, but I sure as hell will not have a good time and we aren't going to make a weekend of it either."

Determined, Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "That's up to you, but we are going."

"Why Billy Elliot, Bones?" Booth was furious and his agitation was not dimming. "You know I hate musicals. You absolutely know that."

Brennan shrugged her shoulders. "I enjoy musicals, but since you hate them we never go see one. This is my opportunity to see a musical with my husband."

Since she was determined, Booth threw up hands. "Fine, we'll go. A promise is a promise . . . I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

Surprised at his announcement, Brennan glanced through the doorway at the couch in the living room and back at Booth. "Why?"

Booth turned to walk out of the kitchen. "Because you like to cuddle and I'm not in the mood."

"You don't have to sleep on the couch, but if you wish to that is of course your choice." Brennan picked up the envelope and shook her head. This seems like a lot of effort and drama just to see a musical with my husband.

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Restless, Brennan woke and realized that Booth was still not in bed beside her. Annoyed, she moved off of the bed, moved over to the door and opened it. Quietly moving down the hallway, she passed Christine's bedroom and then moved down the staircase to the living room below. Once there she spied Booth lying on the couch cocooned in a blanket and moved closer to where he lay.

Careful not to sit on him, Brennan sat on the couch and placed her hand on his waist. "Booth, you need to come to bed."

Instantly awake, Booth kept his eyes closed and didn't move. Still angry at Brennan's plan to go to a musical, he wasn't about to leave the couch.

"This is ridiculous, Booth." Brennan knew her husband was awake. "You don't have to sleep on the couch. At least sleep in Parker's bedroom. This couch is going to damage your back and you're going to be in pain in the morning, well more pain than you normally are."

Since it didn't appear that Brennan was going to go away, Booth opened his eyes and stared at her in the semi-dark room. "Bones, please go back to bed."

"No." Brennan leaned closer, her free flowing hair brushing his face. "You're just being stubborn. Come to bed and I promise not to snuggle against you."

Her face close to his face, Booth stared into her eyes. "I'm still mad at you."

Brennan knew that Booth wasn't as angry as he said he was. His anger usually fizzled rather quickly and his sleeps on the couch usually were pointless. "I know. That doesn't mean you can't sleep in bed." Her lips now hovering near his lips, she breathed in the faint odor left behind by the body wash he'd used when he took a shower earlier. "Also, I know you don't like to sleep alone and neither do I."

His lips found her lips and he kissed her. Parting, he continued to stare into her eyes. "I really hate sleeping alone, but you know why I'm doing it."

"I know." Brennan placed her hand on the side of his face and returned his kiss. "But you know you're going to the play with me since you are man of your word, so sleeping down here is pointless." Once more her lips met his lips and this time he placed his hand on her back and deepened the kiss.

Once more, they parted and Booth licked his lips. "Well, if you don't want me down here, I suppose I should come to bed."

"Yes, you should." Brennan pecked his lips once more and stood up. "I really dislike it when we argue. It seems wrong somehow."

Booth flung the blanket off and stood up, letting it fall on the floor. "I'm not crazy about it either, but sometimes it's the only way I can get you to really understand that I'm mad and I am mad."

"I know." Brennan reached out and grasped his hand. Pulling on it, she was gratified when he followed her to the staircase. "I've thought about our current situation and I think we should go to the play Saturday night and then go to a game on Sunday. I'm almost certain there is a sport playing in New York this weekend and I would think we should be able to buy tickets for it. I will get what I want and you can get something you want."

Arriving at the staircase, Booth followed Brennan up to the landing. "Well, I guess we could do that." As they moved down the hallway, Booth paused, opened the door to Christine's room and made sure his daughter was still sleeping. Her room quiet, he closed the door and followed Brennan to their bedroom. Once inside, he moved quickly over to the bed and pulled Brennan down with him. Laying on the bed facing each other, he laughed. "I'm not really mad anymore."

"I know." Brennan moved so that her hands were placed against his chest. "I'm glad." Her lips now against his lips, she found that their evening of anger had suddenly changed into a night of passion. I love make up sex.

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