(The Pilot)
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He had thought of various scenarios and this was the plan he came up with. Do or die, this had to work. He wanted to work with Temperance Brennan again and he couldn't do it if she wouldn't even talk to him.
Once more he was going to meet Brennan in an airport, but this time they weren't strangers. She wasn't eighteen years old and he wasn't twenty-three. Angry words were presently standing between them and he needed to fix that.
As planned, his buddy from Homeland Security had arrested Brennan and held her in a room in airport security until he arrived. Worried about all of the ways his plan could go wrong, Booth finally braced his shoulders back and opened the door. Just like he'd expected, she was not happy to see him and it didn't take him long to figure out that she knew her arrest had been a set up. Well, she is a genius and that's why I want to work with her.
After he sprang her from custody, Booth had led Brennan to his SUV. She had silently followed him to his truck and he had wondered why. He knew she was angry with him, but it puzzled him as to why she was allowing him to get her into his SUV. It didn't take long before she spoke. She had demanded he let her out of the SUV once they were away from the airport, but he had an ace in the hole. He had been working on a case and he knew that if he could get her to listen to him, she might work with him again.
Surprisingly, she had listened to him and after agreeing to give her what she wanted, which was full participation in the investigation they headed out to Arlington National Cemetery to look at a body in a pond. He hoped it was Cleo Eller. She had been missing for two years and he needed this body to be hers to make his case against Senator Bethlehem. Cleo had been a senatorial intern and there was plenty of evidence pointing to the senator having had an affair with her before she disappeared.
"Look I've been working on a missing person's case for a while. I was secondary on the case and we could never find her or find out what had happened to her." Booth hadn't really planned on this being the case that Brennan would help him with when he got her to work with him again, but fortune had favored him and presented him with a body in a pond that morning. "I'm hoping that this is her . . . well, not really. I'm actually hoping she's still alive somewhere, but what I am expecting is that this to going to turn out to be Cleo Louise Eller. My gut tells me it's her."
"Your gut?" Brennan thought that was the craziest thing she had ever heard from a law enforcement officer. "You use your brain to think. Not your gut."
Annoyed, Booth kept his eyes on the road. "I've been in law enforcement for a while and I have a knack about things. The longer you work with me the more you'll understand."
"Who says I'm going to work with you for very long?" Brennan was still hurt about how their first case had ended and she wasn't so sure she wanted to work with Booth. This was more or less a trial run for them both. If they proved to be incompatible then they would sever their association.
Not pleased with her last statement, Booth closed his mouth and drove the rest of the way to the Cemetery in silence. His temper had got him into trouble the last time they worked together and it wouldn't happen again. He did learn from his mistakes. He just wished he had been more patient the first time he had worked with her and they weren't at odds with each other.
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As they worked together, Booth's admiration for Brennan's abilities grew. She was a genius when it came to bones and he wanted her to be his partner. Right now, they were on speaking terms, but there was little trust between them. There was also the added pressure that Booth was being held responsible for any and all the things that Brennan did while out in the field by the Deputy Director. His career was basically on the line and she didn't seem to understand that.
At least not until she confronted Senator Bethlehem and his aid by herself and Booth was pulled from the case. It was from that point in time that Brennan realized that her actions would be paid for by Booth and that embarrassed and angered her. The fact that he didn't blame her and he still wanted her to work with him did a lot to fix the rift that had erupted between them.
They worked hard and they worked quickly and in the end they solved the riddle. Cleo had been murdered by the Ken Thompson, the Senator's aid. After Thompson was arrested for murder and attempted murder, Booth was forced by the Deputy Director to formally arrest Brennan for felony assault. Her case was quickly thrown out considering Thompson was threatening to set her on fire at the time she shot him.
"I didn't want to arrest you Bones, but I was told I had to." Booth was embarrassed by the whole thing. "Cullen said it would look bad if a Senator's aid was shot and we didn't at least go through the formal process of booking you. He and I both knew the case wouldn't stick. It was just a formality."
She had been very irritated when Booth had arrested her, but in the end she realized that he was following orders and he could do nothing else. "I understand."
They were on the way to the funeral of Cleo Eller and Booth thought this was a good time to talk to Brennan. "You know after that first time we worked together and we fought . . . well afterward, I remembered where I'd seen you before. When I saw you at the lecture hall, I had a feeling that I'd seen you before, but I just couldn't remember when or where and after you told me you wouldn't work with me anymore, I remembered. In 1994, you were in the airport in Cincinnati and some douchebag was trying to pick you up. He was holding your arm and you didn't like it."
"I remember." Brennan was surprised that Booth remembered since most people didn't have that kind of memory. "I'm surprised you remember me. We only talked for about fifteen minutes and we didn't exchange names."
His eyes on the road ahead, Booth cleared his throat. "You're memorable Bones. Believe me. If we'd had more time at the airport, I would have asked you for your name. I . . . I liked you immediately and I thought we could have been good friends if we'd had more time to get to know each other."
A little shocked with his confession, Brennan stared intently at Booth. "You are basing that assumption upon a few minutes of conversation."
Booth wasn't sure if she was angry or amused, but he didn't care. He needed to speak what was on his mind. "What does that matter? You're kind of my standard. You're bright and intelligent, a genius . . . you're brave and you're beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to be your friend? That guy that was bothering you, he was about a foot taller than you and you threatened to hand him his ass. That was so damn hot and I remember I told you that too . . . look what you did to Ken Thompson. He was going to burn you up along with his house and you shot him in the leg. You did that calmly and rationally. I got to say that's even hotter than when you hit Judge Hasty in the nose."
A slight smile on her face, Brennan shook her head. "That's four time you've called me hot. I wasn't sexually active the first time you said it, but I am now."
His eyes sliding over to glance at Brennan, Booth gripped the steering wheel in his hands tighter. "Um, okay." Filled with a certain amount of regret, Booth moved his gaze back towards the road. "If you want to work with me, we have to keep our relationship from getting too personal. It's against the rules for us to fraternize if we're partners."
Disappointed with that bit of news, Brennan nodded her head. "I like working with you, Booth. I'd like to continue to do so."
Slowly, Booth nodded his head and smiled. "Me too, Bones. You're the best partner I've ever had."
"It's too bad though." Brennan decided that her new partner should know what he's missing. "I'm very good in bed."
Booth groaned. "Damn it."
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