A/N: Goldy and I set up a 'date' and this is what we did. We wrote you a chapter. Aren't we just the sweetest, kindest people ever??
Booth and Russ sat on Brennan's couch, their shoes beside the door and their feet up on her coffee table. The newly purchased TV was turned to ESPN and both men munched on slices of pizza. "I don't believe it," Booth called out to the TV. "He had control of the football. Anybody could see that."
"No he didn't," Russ commented. "You're just sore 'cause your team is losing."
"I am not. It's obvious. Look at the replay. He had control."
"Whatever, Booth."
"Bad call, ref," Booth yelled out at the television as Russ just snorted in amusement.
"I wonder what's taking Tempe so long in the shower?" Russ asked, tossing a glance over his shoulder.
"Who knows with Bones," Booth answered, his eyes still on the TV screen.
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Tempe stood in the shower with her arms wrapped around her naked body. Her hair was dripping down her back and her bottom lip was drawn in between her teeth.
Why hadn't she bothered to check for towels before she took a shower? With a sigh, she shifted her position. The towels were in the linen closet across the hallway. She thought about yelling for one to be brought to her, but she didn't want to do that. Booth would have a field day with that little humiliation. No, she was going to have to get a towel herself.
But how, she thought. She looked down at her dirty clothes but quickly dismissed that thought. Both her pants and shirt was covered in dried soda. Carefully Brennan stepped out of the shower onto the cold floor. Maybe, she thought. I could sneak out and grab a towel without them knowing. Brennan walked to the door and quietly opened it. A quick peek out confirmed her thoughts that both men were busy watching TV. She saw Russ turn to Booth and point to the TV and she hurriedly closed the door.
That was close, she thought. If I time this just right, then I can be in and out without them knowing a thing. She took a deep breath and turned the door knob. She could hear both of them, with Booth yelling, "In your face," at what she assumed was the television and not her brother. She slowly turned the knob, swinging the door open one more time.
She ran from the bathroom, threw open the linen closet door, grabbed a towel and then turned back. That's when she stopped- frozen in place. Standing at the end of the hallway, holding an unopened bottle of beer was Booth, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly in shock. Brennan felt her whole body begin to burn with a blush.
Neither could turn away as though their feet were glued to the floor. Brennan knew a look of pure horror was on her face as Booth continued to stare, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find something to say.
"Dude, what's taking so long," Russ asked as he headed down the hallway. At the sound of her brother's voice, Brennan darted into the bathroom and closed the door.
"What?" Booth asked, turning to face the other man. Russ looked at the agent, then down the hall, and then at the bottle of beer.
"Just how many of those things have you had?" Russ asked, snatching the bottle from Booth's hands and opening it. "You're already all red. Who knew Big, Bad Booth couldn't hold his liquor," he said with a laugh, turning and bringing the bottle to his lips. Booth watched him leave, and the tossed a look back at the closed bathroom door.
Temperance stood against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Thankfully she'd been able to escape her brother seeing her. It was bad enough that Booth had seen her completely naked. A small smile spread over her face. Since he was so into getting people back for perceived wrongs, then maybe she could use that to her advantage.
Brennan smiled to herself as she dried herself off. Yes, she thought. I can make this work to my advantage.
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