This is for jerseybones, as she was getting impatient to read the rest of this.

I realised I've forgotten to add this, so; Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Don't own any of it.

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Seventy minutes later, Booth turned the DVD off. The endless list of writers, animators, directors and so were on were wrecking havoc on his eyes. He momentarily shut them and gave the bridge of his nose a quick squeeze.

He twirled the remote around in his hands.

The seconds ticked past. He began to whistle, half out of nerves, half to simply give himself something to do.

"So…."

Finally, he allowed himself sneak a peek at his partner. He had expressly forbidden himself from doing so about forty minutes before. Once he did, he really wished he hadn't.

The situation hadn't improved much in the intervening time.

Brennan was inconsolable.

From a few minutes before the prophesised shooting scene occurred, up until the present, she had bawled her eyes out continuously. He was really quite worried about her hydration levels.

He had spent most of the time since that particular scene either running into the kitchen to fetch her glasses of water (whether she wanted them or not) or biting down hard on his tongue to stop the laughter that was building up inside of him from spilling over.

He had found a lump forming in his throat when it was coming up to the fatal shot and subsequent orphaning of the little deer, but her…extreme reaction had rapidly forced any depressing thoughts from his mind. He had never wanted to laugh so much in his life.

"So…you like it?"

She turned her stricken face to him, eyes huge and red rimmed, jaw slackened and skin blotchy from the avalanche of tears.

Booth just couldn't help himself. He threw his head back and roared with laughter. Tears streamed down his face, his entire body shook uncontrollably and an intense pain began to throb in the pit of his stomach from the sheer exertion of it all.

He chanced a quick glance at Brennan. His eyes were so full of tears, however, that the image was incredibly blurry and slid haphazardly across his range of vision. In spite of this impediment, he could still tell that the figure before him was glaring furiously.

After some time, he calmed down enough to be able to roll his eyes heavenward and run his index fingers across the skin below them, to catch any remaining moisture. He let out one final hoot of mirth before meeting her eyes with his.

"That was not funny!"

Booth snorted. "I've never seen someone cry so much in my life. And so energetically too! That was hysterical!"

Her body was nearly trembling with rage.

"It was not! You were the one who was sobbing your heart out over it before I even arrived. All by yourself too."

"Hold your horses now there, Bones. I never sob my heart out. Never. Stop trying to turn the embarrassment on me."

"Horses?!! Stop trying to change the subject, Booth!"

That particular comment appeared to have enraged her even further, despite the fact that he would have thought that impossible.

"Calm down, Bones. I just meant that your…eh…natural and completely normal reaction was prolonged somewhat longer than usual."

That earned him a hard thump on the arm. She was about to respond, when she suddenly became aggravated once more and whacked his thigh.

"And whose fault was that? Every single time I began to stop, you started shaking your head and moaning, "He's all alone. Nobody's there to love him. Completely…UTTERLY… TOTALLY alone." What did you expect me to do?!"

Booth's giggles returned so suddenly he choked, and needed a number of hearty (perhaps harder than they needed to be) smacks on the back to alleviate his breathing difficulty.

He turned to face her once more, the area surrounding his eyes looking, and feeling, quite damp.

"It was just too easy… But other than that, did you like it?"

She crossed her legs and folded her arms, eyes staring straight ahead. Booth could physically see her moving into analytical mode.

"Well, the comparisons between it and the Italian 'bambino' are glaringly obvious. Baby deer is born and is incredibly innocent and childlike through the majority of his development? Doesn't take a genius to work that one out."

Booth seemed to visibly shrink in on himself. He was suddenly very interested in his knees and replied, in a very small voice, "No. Obviously."

Getting into the swing of it, Brennan pushed her hair back behind her ears and settled into the couch.

"The animation was blatantly inspired by Japanese art. All of the softened, misty backgrounds? Clearly Japanese. The forest itself was also taken from the area surrounding the Province Of Neuquén. Instantly recognisable. And then there was…."

Thirty minutes later, and sufficiently humbled, Booth said goodnight to his partner. He leaned back against the closed front door and sighed deeply, suddenly exhausted.

He really should have learnt his lesson by now.