Sorry I took so long to update. I won't be able to write for about a week because I'll be at cross country camp.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Bones sadly.
Booth entered the lab through the glass sliding doors. He held the case folder in his hand as he sauntered up the stairs onto the platform. Brennan was bent over the skeleton intent on finding the cause of death. Zack was on the opposite side of the table, looking just as focused.
Booth began to whistle to himself, trying to make his present known. Unfortunately, he was ignored as usual. He thought about picking his partner up again, but thought better of it. Instead he went behind her back and dropped the folder on the bones she was working with.
"Booth," she screeched as she hastily grabbed the folder off her skeleton.
"What?" Booth said with a hint of amusement.
"You're compromising my remains," she huffed impatiently. With the folder in hand she turned and glared back at Booth.
"Oh, come one Bones. The folder barely even touched the bones." He sighed while rolling his eyes at her hysteria.
"Barely. Barely? That could have ruined perfectly good evidence." Her eyes were alight with fire, angry at her partner's ignorance.
"When are you going to stop being mad at me?"
"When you find a solution to this horrendous predicament," she said evenly.
"Well, there is only one solution," he grumbled.
"And what is that?" Brennan's voice was slightly hopeful. She was wishing that he thought of a way for them to get out of going to the spa.
"We arrive at Paulu's spa tomorrow." His voice was emotionless. Thoughts went through his head rapidly, most of them questioning why he ever bought Bones a gift for her birthday.
"I can't go." Her eyes were looking everywhere but at Booth's face.
"You have too," he pleaded.
"I just have so much to do around here. It would be completely irresponsible of me to just leave for a day during a case."
"Hey Zack," Booth called to a very surprised looking young man.
"Hello, Booth," he responded politely.
"Could you take over the lab tomorrow?" Booth raised his eyebrows at the man standing across from him. Zack glanced from Booth to Brennan and back again. He didn't want to answer because either way one of them was going to be angry with him. It came down to who could hurt him the worst. Booth won… he had a gun.
"Of course I can," Zack said warily.
Bones immediately began to protest, but Booth conveniently placed a hand over her mouth, silencing her.
"It's this or we aren't partners anymore."
"Fine," Brennan shot as she shoved his hand off of her face.
Not even two seconds later, she was back to her work. Brennan started exactly where she left off, but this time she didn't glance once at Zack.
"Dr. Brennan," her coworker began.
"Not now Zack," her voice left Zack feeling like he had been slapped.
"Bones, that's not fair to him," Booth protested, but was secretly happy she finally snapped at her obnoxious friend and colleague.
"I don't care what's," Brennan started her ranted, but was cut off midway because her phone began to ring loudly throughout the spacious room. Reaching towards the table, she grasped the small piece of technology. Irritably, she flipped the phone open forcefully.
"Brennan," she grunted.
"Hi, this is Sarah from Paulu's Salon and Spa," a gentle and warm voice sounded through the phone. It was loud enough that both of the men standing next to her could make out every word she was saying.
"Yes. How may I help you?" Brennan said curtly as she peered back down at her murder victim.
"Well, there has been a change," she said hesitantly.
"Can we not go on Thursday?" Brennan's voice raised an octave out of excitement. However, the woman on the phone took her excitement for disappointment.
"Oh, no. Absolutely not. I was just calling to tell you that you wouldn't be having Cara anymore," she said hurriedly, trying to explain the situation.
"Why not?" Brennan asked rudely.
"An emergency came up in the family," she repeated the standard quote.
"What kind of emergency?" she pressed.
"I am not authorized to tell you that ma'am."
"Fine," Brennan mumbled.
"Like I was saying, you will not be having Cara. However, you will have one of our other best masseuses."
"Alright. What's her name?"
"HIS name is Andrew." Sarah put an extra emphasis on the first word of the sentence.
"That's fine. Is there anything else?"
"No, that is all. We will see you tomorrow."
"Thanks," Brennan said distantly as she found an important chip of bone missing from the skeleton's skull. She popped the phone shut and threw it onto the table again. She was so centered on her discovery; she didn't see her partner's look of horror.
"Bones," Booth chocked out.
"Yeah?" she asked distractedly.
"Did she say Andrew?" He could hardly spit the name out.
"Yes. Why?" Brennan didn't see the problem.
"I am not going," Booth said adamantly.
"Why not?" Brennan glanced up curiously.
"I am not getting a massage by a MAN," his voice rose noticeably.
"Not even for me?"
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