I was inspired to write a bit more. Hope you like! And I don't own Bones.
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The next Tuesday, Booth came over and helped Bones cook meatballs. After, they watched the Patriots game. Brennan fell asleep, and Booth stayed the night again. The partners soon found themselves wishing it was Tuesday, and they got into a routine quickly. Booth came over, they cooked and watched football. It all seemed so right, and domestic, and neither could live without it.
One Wednesday, a few months later, the partners walked into the lab deep in conversation.
They couldn't have just met at the door... thought a suspicious Angela, watching their interactions closely. They were all... coupley today. That wasn't an everyday occurrence, just every once and a while.
So Angela started a new project that she dubbed the 'Great Booth/Brennan Watch'. Every day she recorded what time they arrived at work, what time they left, if they arrived together, how close they were standing, etc. A pattern soon began to develop. They would leave together at 6 every Tuesday, and arrive together every Wednesday. It was time to question Brennan.
"Sweetie!" Angela said, practically skipping into her friend's office.
"What Ange? I have to leave in half an hour. It's Tuesday, right?" she asked, distracted.
"Yesssss it is." Ok, be like Brennan. Be blunt. Thought Angela. "Why do you and Booth leave together every Tuesday?" she asked.
"Wha- we...I..." she stuttered. "Booth comes over to watch the Pats game with me." she said bluntly. Angela's mouth dropped open.
"Reallllllyyyy. Now that's interesting. Because you two come in together every Wednesday."
"Have you been stalking us?"
"Who's stalking you, Bones?" asked a voice from the door. Brennan looked up and smiled.
"Angela is."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not"
"Are too."
"LADIES!! Break it up, will you? Jeesh." shouted Booth, looking at his watch. "Come on Bones, it's 6:10. We are going to miss the--" he stalled and glanced nervously at Angela. Did she know?
"Miss the what, Booth?..." asked Ange.
He looked over at Bones, who was smirking. "The... the Patriots game. Have you seen Bones' monster TV? Seriously, the thing is huge..."
"Booth comes over on Tuesday's to watch the game." she repeated.
"And to eat!" he piped up.
"Your turn to cook tonight, mister." she pointed accusingly at him. Booth stuck out his tongue at her and Brennan crossed her arms and did her best to glare. Angela watched the interaction with a big smile on her face.
"YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE!" she shrieked suddenly. They both winced.
"What?"
"You two! All intimate and cooking, and...and...COUPLEY!" she yelled.
"Back away slowly..." Booth whispered into Brennan's ear, slowly pulling her towards the door. By the time Angela was done with her 'victory dance' they were out the door.
"Dam. Missed it." Angela said, sulking off to her office to watch the web cam she had sent up in Brennan's apartment. This is going to be good! she thought.