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Brennan and Booth sat in two plastic seats in Gillette Stadium. They were sitting at the 50 yard line, right behind the Patriots bench. Booth was holding Brennan's left hand in his right, and as he leaned close to whisper something to her, a man walked up to Brennan.
"Excuse me? Are you Dr. Temperance Brennan, the writer and anthropologist?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." She answered.
"I am told that you are to sing the National Anthem." Said the man, looking at the piece of paper in his hand.
"WHAT!" yelled Brennan, shocked. "I didn't hear anything about this!"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Brennan, but we have no one else to sing tonight. Please?" the man begged.
"Oh, alright."
"Are you sure about this, Bones?" asked Booth, placing a hand on her arm.
"Who are you, her bodyguard?" said the man snobbishly.
"No, he's my boyfriend." Brennan snapped. Booth was shocked. She admitted it! I'm officially her 'boyfriend' now!
"Excuse me, Dr. Brennan." The man cleared his throat. "You will be singing in 5 minutes, so please follow me."
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"I'm fine, Booth." she kissed the worried Agent quickly, and then walked out onto the field to the microphone.
"Ooooooh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light," Brennan sang, her voice echoing throughout the stadium.
Booth watched in awe as the love of his life sang. He couldn't believe how good she was, as her sweet voice filled his ears. He barely registered the words.
"O'er the laaaand of the free and the hoooome of the braaave?"
Booth did the only thing he could think of after seeing her sing so beautifully. He walked out onto the field and kissed her with all he had.
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Angela dropped the spoon she was holding, and the tub of chocolate ice cream hung limply in her hand. Oh. My. God.
"JACK! GET IN HERE!" She squealed.
"What? Is it the kickoff yet?" He asked.
"NO! COME HERE!"
Jack came sprinting into the room, and when he saw the screen, his mouth dropped open. "Is that who I think it is?" he asked.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. BRENNAN AND BOOTH ARE MAKING OUT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!!"
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Brennan saw Booth coming towards her, and had time to get out "Booth, what are you-" before his lips covered hers. All she could do was snake her arms up around his neck and kiss him back. The kiss ended, and Brennan stared up into Booth's deep chocolate eyes, oblivious to the cheers and whistles around her.
"Let's head back to our seats now. Bones?" Booth asked, looking at his stunned partner. Then, all of a sudden, her face broke out into wide smile. She nodded and followed Booth back to their seats.
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By half time, Brennan's head had found Booth's shoulder to be a comfy pillow, and Booth had his arms around his partner. Every once and a while, the camera would flash to the two snuggled close together.
"What do you want to bet Angela's squealing right now?" Asked Brennan as they saw the camera flash their way.
"I can't bet, Bones." Booth murmured into her hair.
"I'm so sorry, Booth! I...I forgot!" She stuttered.
"It's ok, Bones." Booth said before leaning down to kiss her quickly.
It was a blowout game. The Patriots won by twenty. Booth stood in front of Brennan's door, saying goodnight.
"So, same time, Tuesday night?" Asked Brennan slyly.
"Bones, I hate to tell you, but football's over."
"Hmmmm." she murmured, grabbing him by the front of his T-shirt and hauling him closer. "I'm sure we can find something to watch. Know any good movies?"
Booth's eyes widened as he took in her words. "I love you so much." he groaned before he leaned down to capture her lips.
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That's all, folks. Review, and enjoy!
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