Ok, on we go. Quick request from you guys: I've a few more of these to post...but then I'm kinda drawing a blank. If anybody than think of any situations they'd like BB to find themselves in, I'd be very grateful!
Bones is not mine.
Brennan took a deep breath before hesitantly knocking on the door.
She was left shifting her weight nervously for a number of seconds before the door opened and Booth's surprised, but smiling, face greeted her.
"Bones! Wasn't expecting you. Come in."
Brennan nodded slowly, possibly more to herself than to him. She crossed the threshold and Booth closed the door behind them.
He gestured towards the living room and Brennan followed him obediently.
"So, what's up?"
She bit her lip nervously.
"I…I dunno…I was just a bit…ah…lonely at home and…you always call in completely unannounced to me. This is no different!"
Booth smiled at her suddenly raised defences.
"I wasn't giving out, Bones. I was just wondering to what do I owe the pleasure."
Brennan coloured instantly.
"Oh. Sorry. I…should I have brought food or something? I don't really know what I'm meant to do…"
Her eyes moved about the room, searching for anything to focus her thoughts. Her gaze fell on a rather plastic looking white sheet on the floor in the middle of the room, adorned with different coloured dots.
"What's that?"
Booth ran a hand across the back of his head.
"Oh, that's just Twister. Parker was over earlier and he really loves it so…"
He let out a short burst of laughter at Brennan's lost expression.
"You've never played Twister?"
She crossed her arms protectively across her chest and said in a very small voice, "No."
Booth began jumping around like a little kid.
"Well, come on! I'll teach you."
"Booth, I don't know…"
"Please, Bones? PLEASE?"
He batted his eyes at her and pushed his lower lip upward. Brennan laughed and swatted his head.
"That's a yes?"
"Fine. It's a yes."
Skipping madly, Booth practically pounced on top of the sheet. He held up a square of cardboard that Brennan hadn't noticed before. It was divided into four sections, each section corresponding to specific hand or foot. There was a black pointer in the middle that could be rotated around the square.
"Ok, Bones, now what happens is, this little dial thing is spun around" he gave a quick demonstration, "and wherever it lands, that's where you have to move whatever part of your body it's referring to."
Brennan nodded.
"First one to fall loses. Ok, let's go."
On her second go, Brennan fell over, squishing her face against the sheet. She angrily blew her bangs out of her face and glowered at Booth's hysterical laughter.
"That was so…that was only your second go…you'd only moved a hand and a foot…hee HEE!"
Brennan punched him defensively.
"That was a practise go."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Sure it was."
They started again. Brennan got into the swing of it and things quickly turned competitive. The room was soon filled with shouts objecting to the other person's most recent move.
"You can't put your hand there!"
"Well your back is in my way!"
"That's because you put your right hand on my blue."
"It is not your blue! That was the only one I could reach."
"Your foot is on the green I want."
"Well, tough. Find another green."
"I can't…I'm not…the body's not meant to bend this way."
"You can't move my hand!"
"You're just trying to make things difficult."
"I am not! That's what the spinny thing says!"
"Hey! Hey! HEY! No touching! Particularly not there!"
"I wasn't touching, I was falling."
"Then you lose!"
"I didn't actually fall. I was just starting to fall. Your…ah…well, you prevented me from doing so. Thank you."
There was a rather undignified snort in response.
Brennan's thigh started to vibrate.
"Ooh, Booth that's my…my phone…I have to…"
Booth had shut his eyes tightly as soon as the ringing as begun.
"Yes, Bones, I can tell it's your phone. It's practically stuck to my ear. Oh my God. I'm going deaf. I'm actually going deaf."
Ignoring him, Brennan dug her hand into her pocket. The awkward position of her body made the object exceedingly difficult to retrieve. She barely completed it without falling over and nearly throttled Booth in the process.
Finally, she tilted her head upwards, shook the hair out of her eyes and gasped, "Brennan."
"Sweetie? Is everything alright?"
Brennan gave Booth's hand a quick kick, as it was currently pushing against her foot in the quest to know who was on the phone. She counted to ten and exhaled slowly.
"Everything's fine, Ange. I just…what's up?"
Angela was cut off before she could even begin by Booth furiously exclaiming, "You don't kick people! That's against the rules…my hand was…couldn't move my hand…no kicking!"
"Booth's there? Where are you?"
Brennan glared down at Booth, who glared right back, then spoke into the phone once more, "I'm at Booth's. We're just…eh…not to be rude or anything but why did you call?"
She could actually hear her friend smiling down the phone.
"Ok, I get it. I'm not wanted. Not that I blame you, of course. Mr. Hunky F.B.I man with his chiselled good looks, muscular figure…"
"Ange!"
"Sorry, Sweetie. But you know you can't deny it. Listen, I got the number of that friend of mine."
Brennan's mind was blank.
"The dentist, Sweetie? The one you asked me to get for you coz you don't trust your own dentist?"
Brennan gave her head a quick shake as she replied, "Oh, right. Sorry. Ok…em…"
She looked around and noticed a little coffee table situated beside the couch. On it there was a pen and some kind of sheet of paper. Booth could easily reach that.
"Ok, Ange, hang on…Booth? Could you do me a favour?"
The somewhat muffled voice of her partner loudly replied, "Well, Bones, seeing as I'm the one who's currently got his head between your thighs, I'd say you're doing me the favour."
Brennan grimaced at the loud squeal that exploded into her ear.
She gave her partner's hand another hearty kick, but he simply smiled wickedly up at her and mouthed "Payback".
"Brennan!"
"Booth!"
Grinning happily, Booth decided to join in on the fun and added a joyful shout of, "Bones!"
After a further few seconds of frantic yelling, in which Booth's head was jostled around an inordinate amount, Brennan finally let out a piercing whistle. Everyone immediately shut up, Angela doing so with an enormous volume of grumbling about how some people should warn other people before they burst their fragile innocent eardrums.
"Everybody, time up!"
She felt a little pull as Booth began to tug on her trouser leg.
"It's time-out, Bones. Time-out."
Brennan's face fell but she nevertheless continued, "Oh. Fine. Anyway, Angela, nothing's going on…we're just…it's a game."
"We're playing a game, Angela. One you know well. Arms and legs everywhere."
"Booth!"
"Sweetie!"
Brennan let out a strangled cry.
"No, look, Angela, nothing's going on. We're just playing a game. Twisting or something."
"Yeah, we're twisting all over each other."
"Booth! No, Angela, it's nothing. I…Booth! Stop scratching your nose on my leg! Booth! That…that TICKLES!"
"Oh my God, you guys, just get a room!"
Through gritted teeth Brennan managed to choke out, "Not…helping…Angela."
"Listen, Sweetie, how 'bout I ring you later when you're finished…and if you have any sense you won't be finished for QUITE some time…"
"Bye, Angela."
Brennan hung up and pushed a hand into Booth's face.
"That wasn't funny."
"Oh yes it was. And all without falling over too."
"You should be disqualified."
"I didn't fall! You on the other hand were kicking me all over the place…"
Booth began to move a hand up the inside of Brennan's leg. He managed to squish his fingers past the part where his head was snugly held in place and continued on up.
Brennan's eyes rolled.
"Booth…you can't…Booth!"
It all became too much and Brennan tumbled to the ground, nearly squishing her partner. Not that he minded. He joyously exclaimed into her chest, "I won!"
"You cheated!"
"You want a rematch?"
"You bet I do!"