"I should have known that you weren't the only squint that liked to work on holidays." Booth observed that there were nearly as many cars in the underground parking area as there might be on a regular work day; perhaps his plan of seeing the fireworks with Bones all alone wasn't going to happen after all.
"In the past we've had parties; some people even watch the fireworks from the roof. That's why I thought it would be a good place for us to go." Brennan recalled one particular Independence Day when Zach and Hodgins had spike some drinks with 100 proof alcohol; so it was probably a good thing that Angela and Hodgins had thrown their own barbecue. Zach was unlikely to try something like that on his own because Hodgins was usually the instigator of the pair even if Zach might have come up with the idea in the first place.
"So then why did Angela and Hodgins host a party?" Booth considered that the pair practically lived at the Jeffersonian like Bones did and it made sense that since most of the people that had been at the barbecue were from the lab, that they could have just had the party there.
Brennan raised a single eyebrow and answered matter of factly as Booth pulled the vehicle into her parking spot, "Because Angela told me that she wanted to create some of their own fireworks later."
Booth choked on a cough, "Ok, that was way too much information." He knew that Hodgins and Angela were seeing each other, but that didn't mean that he wanted to know exactly what they did in their spare time alone.
Brennan laughed, "What? Surely you're not surprised that Angela and Hodgins have a healthy sexual appetite for each other. It's perfectly normal for two people in a committed relationship to engage in..."
"No need to give a dissertation on sex, Bones, I'm familiar with the topic." Booth cut her off mid-sentence; he wasn't sure how she did it. She could be the most infuriatingly obliviously frustrating woman and at exactly the same time he wanted to pin her up against the closest wall and kiss her senseless.
"Then you clearly understand the biological urges," Brennan found it curious that a man of Booth's experience could seem so embarrassed by a frank discussion of something that was perfectly normal.
Booth looked at her incredulously, "Yes, I do. Now can we drop the subject?" The last person he wanted to talk about sex with was Bones; he was finding it difficult enough to focus his mind away from the fact that he wanted to kiss her without throwing images into his mind of having sex as well; sex with her.
"You seem uncomfortable." Brennan noticed that Booth was slightly agitated as they exited the vehicle and headed towards the elevator entrance to the Jeffersonian; apple pie in hand.
"Just don't feel like talking about other people's sex lives, Bones?" Booth just shook his head. "It's Independence Day, why can't we talk about the flag, or hot dogs, or fireworks." He sounded slightly exasperated.
"I thought that's how this whole conversation started; we were talking about fireworks." Brennan had a mischievous smirk on her face. It wasn't often that she embarrassed Booth, but when she managed she received a wonderful feeling of satisfaction; it wasn't logical or even rational, but she enjoyed it.
"I'd rather talk about pie right now," Booth eyed the apple pie that Bones held in her hand; Angela had been nice enough to send them off with it, but now that he knew they would probably find a lab full of people, he hoped that they wouldn't have to share. He didn't want to share the pie and he most certainly didn't want to share Bones. And right now he was praying to God that Cam wasn't around tonight; he was sure that she still had a thing for him and he did not need her getting in the way of him spending a lovely 4th of July trying to figure out if he was going to try and kiss Bones.
Brennan laughed and leaned into him a little as she elbowed him, "Talk about it or eat it?" The way Booth had devoured the other food at the barbecue she wondered how in the world he had enough room left in his stomach for more. Although, given his well developed musculature his body probably burned off calories in a rather efficient manner and so it was probably perfectly natural that he should be hungry again.
Booth pursed his lips together a bit as they walked into the lab and headed towards Brennan's office, "You don't have any whipped cream to go on that do you?" As many cars as had been parked in the lot below the building, there really didn't seem to be too many people inside the Jeffersonian itself outside of the security guards. Maybe people had just taken advantage of the parking and were out milling around on the mall.
"And forks." Brennan smiled as she held up a bag that Angela had sent with the pie; she'd sent along some advice to take advantage of Booth if the situation had presented itself as well. It was definitely something that she'd considered, but she wasn't about to let Angela know that; she might be her best friend, but sometimes she just didn't understand what was at stake if she and Booth did cross the imaginary line that they'd unconsciously drawn between them.
Neither one of them heard footsteps approaching until the sound of Cam's voice broke into Brennan's office, "Somehow I expected I'd see you in here today, Dr. Brennan." It took her a moment longer to realize that Booth was there too and he was definitely not dressed for work; the well fitting t-shirt and khaki shorts were a dead giveaway that he and Dr. Brennan had been spending the day together. A flash of jealously surfaced for just a moment and then a smile spread across her face as she remembered that she wasn't here for work either and she wasn't alone.
"Cam, you working today?" Booth hoped he sounded casual; no reason to let her smell fear that she was going to ruin his plans.
Cam smirked at both Booth and Brennan, "No, I'm not working. Carlos and I thought the Jeffersonian would be a great vantage point to see the fireworks." The fact that she'd never mentioned anyone named Carlos registered in her mind a fraction of a second before the information caused a reaction in the faces of her colleagues.
"Carlos?" Brennan was extremely curious at this possible bit of good news. Could it be that Cam was actually seeing someone and was not longer interested in Booth; she wasn't sure why that should make her feel so relieved, but it did.
Booth echoed the question with a raised eyebrow, "Do we know this Carlos?" Not that he was interested in Cam romantically any longer, but he was still a bit protective of the women he knew and he was more than ready to do a background check if necessary.
Cam felt a slight burning in her cheeks, but being one to always try and maintain a sense of control, she smiled and sounded confident as she spoke, "Carlos Garcia the baseball player."
"Is he famous?" Brennan looked slightly confused; she didn't even know the fundamentals of baseball let alone who the players for particular teams were.
Booth was about to launch into an explanation of his career highlights, but then realized that it might just be lost on her, "Yeah, you could say that." Sometimes her lack of knowledge about pop culture frustrated him, but tonight he seemed to just find it endearing.
"So are you working?" Cam smirked; she really didn't understand Dr. Brennan or what Booth apparently saw in her, but she definitely couldn't deny that there was an attraction between them that even a blind man could see; she wondered why they couldn't.
Brennan shook her head, "No, Booth and I are going to watch the fireworks from the roof." A faint smile pulled at the edges of her mouth; it gave her a certain amount of pleasure to inform Cam that she was with Booth tonight and then she began to wonder when she had gotten so territorial over Booth in the first place.
To Be Continued...