Chapter Fifteen: The Nerd and the Dilemma
Tempe opened the door for Booth.
"Ok I'm here, what's wrong?" said Booth after receiving a text message from Tempe saying '911 come immediately', he drove briskly over to Tempe's condo to help his friend in need.
"Sir Nerdsville, that's what" Tempe told him "He kissed me on the hand Booth!"
"Oh you mean Whittaker, yeah he thinks he's a 'ladies man', the guys a complete dork" Booth always had an opinion of everyone, usually a negative one.
"Gee thanks, you're supposed to be on my side!"
"There we go with the 'sides' thing again!"
"What?" confused.
"Nothing. So what's your problem with Whittaker?"
"Everything, the guy's ties are worse than yours, they're hideous!"
"What's wrong with my ties?" Booth, defensive, he always tried to act so innocent but nothing got past Tempe, she wasn't only a Bone Doctor but she felt she was a 'Booth Defense' caretaker as well, because that's when the majority of his defensive mannerisms occurred.
"Let's just say yours aren't bad at all compared to Napoleon Dynamite"
"So is that the problem, that's why you messaged me?" Booth asked her.
"No, I wanted to see you"
"Well that's new for you Bones"
"Shut up, and don't call me that" Turning away from him, she took a few steps forward, time for Tempe to go into defence mode.
"Temperance, what's wrong? You always close down when there's something wrong, you always shut me out"
"I thought I could deal with this, but when I saw him yesterday and after he hit on me, I said no way! I can't do this Booth" Still facing away from him.
"Hey, it is only two weeks, you said that yourself, and it's not like I'm leaving the face of the planet, I'm not even leaving!" He told her, grabbing her shoulders and moving around her so he was facing her. "Come here" he said, making her hug him, one of his dirty little secrets to winning Tempe over, and unfortunately, it worked! Tempe reached up and put her arms around his neck, Booth placed his arms around her waist and up her back, and they held that position for a moment and after a while Booth began to sway, like a slow dance, Tempe immediately followed like second nature, dancing to a silent serenade.
Tempe couldn't deny that Booth made her melt inside, her intestines turned to soup like those of a decomposing corpse every time she was near him. But there was still a dilemma hanging in the air; how to handle Agent Whittaker.