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Chapter 4
"Ange, I need your help," Brennan said as she walked into Angela's office.
"Sure, sweetie, whatever you need," Angela said looking concerned, yet very mischievous. Brennan continued to pace the length of her office.
"I have a huge crisis!" Brennan said urgently.
Angela thought for a moment. Nothing could get her best friend this wound up. Her suspicions were confirmed. She had good evidence. Now came the confrontation.
"Oh my god," Angela nearly squealed, "You slept with Booth!"
"Whoa, whoa, no," Brennan said, sounding very defensive, yet honest, "I am going to Guatemala with him. He is my bodyguard, and he always has to be with me, and we have to share a hotel room, and-and-and," Brennan stammered, looking completely overwhelmed.
"Sweetie, calm down. It's all going to be ok. Well, no it's not. It is going to be WAY better than ok. You are going on vacation with a"
"We are going on official business," Brennan interrupted.
"Oh, well, I was saying. You are going on vacation with a really hot FBI Agent who is totally in love with you, and you are totally in love with him. I don't see a problem."
"I do! I don't have any clothes!" Brennan whimpered.
"Well, sweetie, you probably aren't going to need ANY clothes, but just in case, we will take the day off tomorrow and go shopping. I don't care if you say that you need to work. We are going shopping and getting you some clothes that will make Booth's tongue roll right out of his mouth."
"I don't know what that means," Brenna said, trying to sound confused, but truthfully, she really did know exactly what it meant.
"Oh yes you do, sweetie," Angela stated, raising her eyebrows as she said it.
"Bones, you ready?" Booth urged, glancing down at his watch.
"Oh, yeah. Let me get my coat."
They drove in peaceful conversation, catching sweet glances from the other every few minutes. Booth just found her so irresistible. He always got lost in those deep blue eyes. He wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss her, but sadly, that wasn't an option. She did not share the same feeling he had for he, or at least she didn't show them. He hoped that she was just hiding them, and that he wasn't going to be alone for the rest of his life. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She was perfect in every way, and he wanted her all to himself.
After their appointment with Sweets, which took a while, since they had to discuss their trip, they went to the diner to have dinner. Booth sat next to Brennan. He sat very closely, but Brennan didn't mind. In fact, she admitted to herself that she enjoyed the close proximity.
"Do want to watch a movie?" Brennan asked innocently as they were leaving the diner.
"Sure, Bones, but I get to choose," Booth replied, chuckling and give her a loving and caring smile.
"Fair enough," Brennan said, giving him a smile that was purely joyful, loving, and caring.
They stared into each other's eyes, smiling at each other. Then, they broke out into laughter. Booth wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked to the car. She tried to wiggle away when they got to the car, but he just gripped her tighter.
"Mine," he said as she turned to look at him, pleading.
"Booth, slavery is illegal, and has been for quite some time. You should have adjusted by now. If you are having problems accepting change than you should consult Sweet," Brennan babbled.
"That's my Bones," Booth chuckled, smiling to himself.
"Booth, again with the slavery."
Booth just smiled to himself, turning on the car.
"Booth, what is it?" Brennan asked, looking puzzled.
"So, what movie do you want to watch?" Booth asked, laughing.
"I don't know, I thought you were choosing, and you're changing the subject."
"You're such a smart little Bones," Booth commented.
"I know I'm smart, and I'm not little," Brennan retorted.
"Yeah, I know, Bones. You're as smart as a whip."
"I don't know what that means, and it doesn't make sense."
"It's a saying, Bones," Booth chuckled.
"I don't understand. I don't like not understanding," she whimpered.
"You're a genius. I'm sure you can figure it out. Give it a try," Booth encouraged.
"A whip doesn't have intelligence, but ok. Does it mean clever, because a whip is abusive and abusers are clever?"
"What the hell, Bones! How did you come to that conclusion?" Booth said, appalled.
"Is it right?" Brennan asked in a childish tone.
"Yeah, Bones, you got it," he chuckled, knowing she would never find out that her was lying.
"Oh, really", she said happily, then she looked at his humored face, "No it's not, you were kidding. Why did you say it was right when it was wrong?"
"Because I hate to see you unhappy. I like to make you happy."
They looked into each other's eyes, and had one of THOSE moments. They both secretly knew how happy they were. They would never admit it to each other, but they wanted to feel that happy for the rest of their lives.
"Common, Bones, let's watch that movie. How 'bout something scary?" Booth proposed.
"Ok, whatever you like," Brennan replied.
"All right, my Bones," he replied, looking into her eyes and giving her a humor-filled smile.
They walked up to her apartment. Brennan opened the door, and they entered. Brennan turned on the lights and dropped her bag by the door. He walked to her TV, which had been given to her by her publicist. He flipped through the movies that were in a stack on the shelf in the living room. He had insisted on keeping some movies at her apartment just in case she needed some entertainment. She went to the kitchen and got them each a beer. She came back to the couch where he was setting up the DVD. He turned to look at her standing in front of the couch.
"I don't see how women can stand wearing uncomfortable clothes and shoes all day," he commented.
"Neither do I," she replied.
"Well, you're the genius, go change," he said chuckling.
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