A/N: Ugh. A lot of this story seems so out of context/character. Dialogue was so hard, though! I mean, put two characters in a situation that seems very unlike them… it's hard to work with. (especially the whole "Oh holy shit! part. That was SO out of character.) Anyways. I am not a forensic anthropologist (yet!), but just a high school senior, so I can't really write any of the scientific stuff, sorry. Eventually I am gonna get in some Hodgins x Angela, cause I 3 them, and I am also gonna give Bones a permanent grad student, cause I 3 one of them, but I won't tell which as of yet. Please review and let me know if it's horribly out of character? Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of these lovely, wonderful characters, sadly.
Six Thirty. The alarm always went off at six thirty every morning, and Dr. Temperance Brennan always woke up straight to the alarm. She wasn't usually tired when she woke up, just a little drowsy from just waking up from a deep sleep. This morning, she really just didn't feel like waking up. For the first time in years Tempe just felt like laying there, sleeping in a little late, missing a few minutes of work to just lay there and savor this wonderful feeling. Why this feeling was so strong, she couldn't really remember. Or why the bed sheets were rumpled on both sides of the bed, or why her clothes from last night were still laying on the floor only feet away. She really couldn't remember anything from last night, except…
"Good morning, sunshine." Oh holy shit. It all came rushing back to Temperance Brennan when she heard Seeley Booth's voice. That's what had happened last night. And she hadn't even been drunk! Brennan groaned slightly and flipped onto her side, pulling the sheet around her thin frame. Her eyes widened as she remembered it all over again. Not like they were bad memories. It was actually pretty nice. The sex, of course. The sex was… incredibly nice. Really good. Very pleasurable. And the fact that they had proclaimed their love to each other, like it was nothing at all. She loved Booth. That sounded odd. "You really don't have any food here," Booth murmured as he sat down on the edge of her bed, close to her head. He had a platter she recognized and two plates on that. "Most of it is all of that healthy crap. You would know, you bought it…" Brennan sat up and eyed Booth suspiciously.
"You didn't set anything on fire? Did you clean up your mess?" She sounded like a mother. This caused her to shake her head and chuckle slightly. "I mean, thank you. It means a lot that you would do this," she informed him, taking a plate and looking at it curiously. Just last month she had gone vegetarian, therefore the plate consisted of eggs and toast with jam. Probably the only things Booth knew how to prepare that were in her fridge. Bones, as Booth always insisted on calling her, picked up the sleek metal fork and took a bite of eggs, feigning approval. Sure, the eggs tasted like cement, but she would pretend like it tasted decent for Booth. Booth… Tempe looked up from the plate and at the FBI agent sitting on the edge of her bed. How had it all happened so quickly? One moment they had been out to dinner celebrating a case, him 'showing his gratitude,' the next they were in her apartment after he had 'dropped her off,' stripping each other down, getting pretty cozy with each other. This was going to change their relationship completely. A total 180. They couldn't just be partners any more.
"No, nothing was set on fire, everything is cleaned up. I have a six year old son, Bones, I know how to cook and clean up." Booth smiled widely at her, showing that he was just teasing. He shoveled a bite of eggs into his own mouth and grimaced outrightly. "These taste like cement…" He said aloud, some what surprised that his cooking skills had proved useless. He took another bite of egg before abandoning those and starting in on the toast. That tasted a lot better. They ate in silence for a few minutes, but it really wasn't awkward. Honestly, both of them were surprised it wasn't awkward. It felt right. Better than right: it felt perfect. Neither of them thought this would lead any where good, anywhere like this. It brought the relationship to a whole new level, one they thought was impossible between the two of them, yet now that it had happened was totally possible and comfortable. Brennan finished off her toast and pushed the eggs onto Booth's plate. "Yeah, pathetic attempt, I know. But at least I tried, right?" He smiled hopefully at Bones, waiting for an answer and approval of some sort.
"Definitely a valiant attempt," She laughed. Both were quiet for a moment as Brennan traced circles on Seeley's back with her index finger. "I should… get up so I can go to work. You too…" Brennan told him as she finally stood up and grabbed her robe off of the back of her closet door and wrapped it around her body. Booth placed the two plates and platter onto the bed, stood up and stretched. "You know, even though you were kidnapped only three days ago, you still have to go back to work," she teased. The memories sort of hurt. The fear she had felt was so real, so tangible… she could still remember it. Brennan flinched and turned around so he wouldn't notice.
"Work…" Booth murmured, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Work meant hiding this. It meant hiding these new feelings, hiding any relationship that could possibly develop between the two of them. Why? Because Cam would be there, and Angela and Hodgins and Wendell and Sweets. They had to hide this one well, because that crowd could smell sex and relationships out like blood hounds smelled out raccoons. Forget about just being locked up and almost blown to bits. That was nothing compared to the crew that waited to analyze them when they arrived. "Yeah, I should get… ready for work." He muttered as he scratched the back of his head.
"I'm going to go shower. You should probably put some clothes on or… something," Bones told Booth with a gesture towards the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed that were his. With out another word Brennan headed down the hall and to the left, starting the shower up. Booth watched her walk down the hall for a moment before turning back towards his clothes. He had his boxers on - who in their right mind cooked naked? - but going in to work required putting on a bit more. Like his pants, and a shirt and tie… yeah, the people at the FBI would probably appreciate that. Maybe not the younger women, but for the majority, they would appreciate him wearing his shirt and pants. So, groaning in protest, Booth absently ambled over to the pile of clothes and pulled on his black dress pants, a plain white under shirt, and his once crisp white collared shirt. Booth picked his leather belt up off the floor and then took his new 'Cocky' belt buckle out of his pocket. Like his therapist Gordon had told him, it was some sort of quiet rebellion, and just because he was almost blown to smithereens didn't mean Booth was going to give up on those revolts. After what seemed like ages he had the new belt buckle attached and the belt looped around his waist. At the same time Bones returned, still decked out in her robe, but fully made up with her hair done and everything.
Temperance absently dropped her robe and pulled on her undergarments before turning to her closet. From with in she pulled out an emerald green blouse and a plain black pencil skirt. Black hose were pulled over her legs, and a pair of black heels finished off the sleek but classy look. In the meantime Booth had knotted his tie around his neck and pulled on his jacket, and was ready to go. He felt the need to fill the silence. "So, same time again tonight?" He teased as she pulled a light tan jacket over her shoulders. Bones smirked for a moment and looked at him thoughtfully.
"As long as you treat to dinner," Tempe replied as she put a few things from the top of her dresser into her purse. "Are you going to drive me in?" she asked him cautiously. That was risky territory. If they showed up at the same time in the same car, people would get suspicious. But then it would mean Booth had to drive her home tonight. She could just tell the crew she was having car problems… Yes, that would work fine.
"Alright, dinner's on me," he joked as he pulled his own black jacket on over his some what rumpled shirt. His stubble wasn't too bad, because he'd shaved yesterday, and Booth was pretty sure there was a stick of deodorant in his work out bag in the car. He would look fine, except for the hair. His hair was sticking out in cowlicks like no other, but it was nothing some water couldn't fix. He ambled into the bathroom while Bones ran around the house, grabbing this and that, turning things on and off, making sure everything was locked. Finally, the two were ready to go. Booth pulled the door open, but not before placing a soft, warm kiss on her cheek. It showed affection. He wanted to make the point that this wasn't a one time thing, not just another one night stand. He loved her, and that hadn't just been a line.
"Do you think they'll know?" Booth asked as he pulled the car door open for Brennan then got into the driver's eat and revved up the engine. He was genuinely frightened of his co-workers, to be completely honest.
Bones applied a bit of lipstick as they drove off. "We can keep it a secret. I'll just say I was having car trouble," Tempe said matter-of-factly. Booth nodded.
"Believable story," He murmured as she flipped through radio stations. Her fingers stopped, and Come On Eileen by Dexie's Midnight Runners filled the car. She liked this old stuff, and he would tolerate it for her. In one of those small gestures of love Booth took her delicate hand into his own, resting their interlaced fingers on the consol. He couldn't help but smile as they drove.
"So does this make us more than just partners now?" Bones asked some what nonchalantly. Her thumb gently massaged the back of his hand.
"I would think so. When two people love each other, that usually makes them more than business partners," he joked lightly. She smiled back at him and leaned her head against the back of the seat. It had been better than she expected. She had always known sex with Booth would be good, but not that amazing.
The ten minute drive passed slowly, and finally Booth was parked in a designated spot outside of the building. Before some one could see them, Booth leaned over and planted a quick but deep kiss on Temperance's lips. Her hands immediately came up to rest around his neck, but both were jumpy and the sound of a car door slamming shut made them jump apart. Brennan smiled sheepishly and grabbed her purse off of the car floor. Booth unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of the driver's seat. It was hard for him to resist taking her hand again as they walked into the building. No PDA at all. No one could know about this.
Cam was the first to greet the two as they entered the building. "Morning Booth, Brennan. Goodman sent a body down for you to review today. Seems like an easy day. What are you doing here, Booth?" She asked pleasantly.
"Brennan had, uh, some car trouble this morning, thought I would give her a ride," He informed Camille as Bones walked up onto the platform, swiping her card first. He followed suit and Cam followed behind him, and both were greeted by a chorus of grunts from the not so morning people squints. Brennan smirked as she glanced over at the new remains. They didn't seem fresh, but more as if they had been found later in decomp. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves and prepared for inspection. Booth grimaced momentarily and when the guts started flying, decided to take his leave.
"I've got some paper work to finish up. Bones, lunch? One o'clock?" He asked. Not waiting for a reply Booth was off, striding out of the Jeffersonian and back to his car to head off to his office and finish up some loose ends.
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When Angela came back up onto the platform at twelve, Brennan was reconstructing the crushed skull. "You slept with Booth, didn't you?" Angela always told it how it was. Brennan looked up at her, then back at the skull and her elmer's glue.
"No, I was just having some car troubles," Temperance said as honestly as possible. Her fingers deftly placed a silver of bone back where it went, and started in on another piece.
"I know the symptoms, Brennan. You haven't gotten that silly grin off of your face all day. You are ten times more radiant than you were when you were with Sully. You actually wore that skirt I gave to you," Angela raised her eyebrows as if to challenge her friend. The skirt had been a present for Brennan's 30th birthday, and the woman claimed she would never wear it; it was too sexy for her taste.
"I really just couldn't get my car to start. Calling Booth seemed to be the sensible thing to do," Brennan said with a shrug. Angela huffed when Brennan refused to confess. She had been waiting for Booth and Brennan to get together since she met the sexy FBI agent. If it hadn't been for the fact that she definitely saw the chemistry between the two, Angela definitely would have slept with Booth by this time.
"But he's coming to have lunch with you? That doesn't happen very often," Angela pointed out. Tempe looked up from her skull with annoyance on her face.
"Can't two colleagues just go out to lunch once and a while?" Brennan asked in exasperation. "Plus, he knew I would be stuck here, and probably didn't want me to eat lunch while working. He thinks its disgusting," Brennan commented as she applied some Elmer's to another sliver of bone. "Maybe you are just overanalyzing," She commented to Angela.
"Alright, maybe I am overanalyzing, but it's going to happen one day, Brennan, and when it does, I'm going to be the one there, laughing and saying 'told you so,'" Angela smirked and walked off of the platform back towards her office.
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Booth showed up at exactly one, just like he said he would. He sauntered into the lab like he had this morning, but didn't go up onto the platform. Instead he leaned against one of the posts and crossed his arms across his chest, watching Bones as she leaned over a decomposed body like she did almost every day. She seemed so natural up there, totally and completely at home. She looked content and happy, not disgruntled or annoyed, just curious. There was an obvious change. Booth had watched her work for a good two years and knew her inside and out. She wasn't usually this at peace in the platform. Cam was the first to approach him, before Temperance even noticed him standing there.
"Hey there, stranger. Am I interrupting anything?" She asked, her eyes flicking between Bones and Booth. She'd noticed this change too, a change in both of them. Booth wasn't the guy to come in in a good mood. He usually was worked up over another tussle with Rebecca, or just down in spirits about not getting to see his son. Today he seemed refreshed, much like Brennan did.
"Hmmm?" He asked, glancing over at Cam. They had gone out twice in the past, but it just hadn't worked. She was a beautiful woman, but things just weren't right like they had been with Rebecca, or now with Bones. "Oh, nope. Just waiting on Bones so we can go grab some food," He murmured. "Her car broke down last night so I came and gave her a ride," He explained to Cam.
"So that's all that happened?" Cam asked, knowing it wasn't the truth. She knew something was going on here. "Nothing else?" She pushed him a bit. He shouldn't be this calm and happy after being buried alive and nearly blown to bits.
"What are you getting at, Cam?" Booth asked suspiciously as he turned to look at her. He watched as she looked him over carefully.
"Rumpled shirt, you didn't do your hair like you usually do… Did some one have sex and not tell me about it last night?" She asked as she arched one eyebrow.
"What? No! I didn't have sex last night. Are you crazy?" He asked her. A small slip of his voice gave him away, but Cam let it drop.
"What ever you say, Booth. Have fun on your lunch date," She teased as she walked away. Perfect timing, because Bones came up right then, taking her gloves and lab coat off and throwing the gloves away and hanging the coat on a hook.
"Ready?" She asked Booth as she grabbed her purse off of the counter. He nodded and placed his hand one the small of her back, leading her out towards the door. Even the slightest touch sent a small chill down her spine. It was a new sensation for her, some one who was so scientifically inclined. And Brennan couldn't possibly understand this. With Sully, it made sense. He was a perfect guy. Or seemed perfect. Brennan knew all of Booth's flaws. She knew the ins and outs of him. She knew how to push his buttons and annoy him, what to say to calm him down. Opposites didn't attract. Scientifically, they never attracted. And yet here these two opposites were completely attracting… Odd.