Here is part 6 I hope you enjoy:
Reflection. He reflected on his life and circumstances in the shower most days. The feeling of water falling all around him, the fresh smell of soap and shampoo, and most of all the steam rising around him had this power to un-cloud his mind. He wasn't much of a feelings guy, sure he cried when his dog died and there were times where he was really sad, but it wasn't like him to think about how he felt in-depth. Booth was talented at reading how other people felt and seemed to be able to understand exactly what they were going through, but it was different for him. He studied his reflection in the glass door of the shower. He was hot; there was no denying it, the All American Boy. But all he could see in his own eyes was confusion and lies. This isn't what he normally felt like; he didn't get upset about this kind of thing.
Freshman year he had a girlfriend, who despite all of their problems he could deny was a great girl. Together they weren't the greatest or cutest couple but they enjoyed each other's company. For the most part they were mostly just close friend, who had a lot of fun together. She was the only girl he ever felt comfortable with. After that fell apart there were other girls but none he felt anything for other then attraction. It wouldn't really a womanizer; he respected everyone he had any kind of relationship with. But he didn't really feel this way about any other girl and he totally didn't know her. When her hands were on his chest, his blood felt on fire. And he couldn't even say what he felt when she stripped down to her swimsuit. She was something else, and for an odd reason he liked her more for it then he thought he should.
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Running. When she needs to think about any sort of feelings she has, she runs. Temperance Brennan is independent, she has dated before but never felt anything other then friendship with the guys she dated. Yet she has never been so infatuated with a stranger before. So she ran, in the morning and at night, to clear her head and to try and understand where this irrational desire was coming from.
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It was Friday morning, and the end of the first week. He was exhausted, not only was he caring for 3 boys who seem to have no parental figures in their life, but he also had a certain neighbor girl on his mind. But for the most part it was the boys who were wearing him out. Oliver Andrew was in need of constant attention, while Sampson disappeared for hours at a time without notifying anyone. Finding him was a hassle because not only was he young and small so he could just slip away, he was silent as can be about it, plus he has an attention span that could entertain himself for hours at a time. Then there was Liam; he seemed to be either reading or talking his ear off. It had been like 5 days and he felt like the summer should be over already. But he still has to wake up and once again feed, care, drive, watch, teach, play, drive some more, then entertain and feed again. So he did and it was all-calm until they got to camp.
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There's only so much of immature children Temperance Brennan can take. Liam was the main point of concern for her. He seemed to enjoy following her around, and is cute for the first couple days, but after that the boys voice starts to give you a headache and you notice that he may smell like a well groomed man but then he opens his mouth and a headache ensues. So taking a chance in the hopes of wanting to stay sane this summer she had to switch groups, even if it broke little Liam's heart. So when she got to work she immediately confronted Angela about a switch.
"If you let me take over your group I will give you half my paycheck and whatever else you need."
"As I remember, just this week you already changed groups, plus you said you didn't want the little kids. How do I know you won't do this again next week? Plus I like these kids and I'm having a great time with Hodgins."
"You and Hodgins can both take the upper group, I don't care. Please!" she was begging at this point.
"How about I take over your group part time, and Hodgins will too, but our groups will be right next to each other, and all three of us will work with the groups but you will be main leader of the youngsters."
"Oh, thank you so so so so so much." She started to walk away and at the sound of Angela again she turned.
"Hey, but I still expect that money." She smiles and heads over to change the morning announcements and staff assignments. Today was going to be a good day. She felt incontrol, but then again it was only 8:45.
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They were running late this morning. By the time everyone was dressed and feed, it was 10:00. And Oliver insisted on going to a friend's for the day instead of going to camp like the others. So by the time Oliver had been walked down the block, and Sampson was lured out of his hiding place it was pretty late. He was ushering Liam to the car when he heard a familiar call from next doors porch.
"Seeley Booth." Russ Brennan had a huge smirk on his face and he sauntered over to where Booth was standing.
"Russ, man what's up?" he asked with no intention of listening to the response.
"Good, except for my baby sister is acting strange lately. You met her right?"
His interest was now peaked, "Yeah,'
"Well, I was wondering since you take the Roberts to whatever its called, if you could check up on her. I have stuff to do all day, so I can't but I think she's becoming a partier or something. She's a genius you know, so I don't want her to end up like me.." A sinister smirk took over his expression, as he continued in a serious tone. "She doesn't come home, and stays out late. Plus when she is here she's with Angela or locked in her room."
Booth knowing that this was partly his fault interrupted Russ, "Dude it's no problem. I'll stay say I'm helping out and catch the story."
"Thanks man, and I know I'm already asking a lot but could you possibly take her to the party out at the Hodgins estate tonight? Just to make sure she gets home and doesn't do anything out of character."
"Sure, anything you need. I just got to get these guys going. I'll talk to you later tonight then?" his speech was rushed as he was not only uncomfortable with what he just agreed to but also he was low on time.
The day was going of with no major missteps. It was surprising how much fun these kids could be, and how relaxing it was to play in such a childish way. These kids haven't experienced pain or suffering and they were such free spirits. The only surprise of the day was at 10:50 when Sampson Roberts walked right up to her and told her in a dignified tone that he was here and ready to play. When she looked up from him she eyes locked in on another set staring into hers. Booth stood in front of her with his charm smile gleaming at her making her heart melt and her knees weaken.
"Sorry we're late."
"No problem, but you're going to want to go check in with Angela to actually verify attendance."
"You're not in charge of Liam's stuff anymore?" as he spoke his tone got more sarcastic and joking.
"I thought some space would be better for both of us." She started to work on filling out the forms in front of her instead of maintaining eye contact.
Booth taking the hint left Brennan and joined Angela, Hodgins and Liam at the next table over.
"So I hear I'm supposed to check them in here?"
Angela looked up at him brightly and smiled, "Yeah, clipboards right there." He took the pen and entered the necessary information. And then Hodgins spoke, "So I'm having a party at my house tonight I was wondering if you wanted to come. It will be pretty big, there's a pool and m parent are out of the country for the month so there will be plenty of refreshments." He winked at Booth which both scared and comforted him.
"Yeah you know I'm in. I'll just need instructions."
"Here's the thing, Ange is coming with me after this to help set up so Temps wont have a ride or cover is Russ is home. So we were wondering if you would be willing to cover and give her a ride to my place?" he said looking to Angela from time to time for help.
"No problem, quick car ride shouldn't be to awkward right?" he asked with a hopeful expression.
"Oh well, its kind of 45 minutes away on a Friday."
"Right, well still I'm at you service. Do you guys mind if I stick around today I'm thinking about spending some time with Sampson."
"Yeah not an issue. Just tell Bren" Angela said with a hundred watt smile.
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Sampson is a great kid. He's funny, smart, active, and a little bit crazy, the perfect guy. To bad he is so young. Brennan got through her day a lot easier then her others, because of his terrific smiles and giggles. They were buddies before but now after today they were bestest friends with their own secret handshake and everything.
Now her attention was taken from glitter, playhouse, and cookies, to eyeliner, jean cut offs, and mascara. Angela usually picked out her outfits for these things, but since she deserted her earlier she was now alone in her efforts. Plus she now had to think of a good lie to tell Russ to get out of the house.
Finally deciding on light denim shorts, with a new threadless t-shirt she was ready to go. Applying the last of her make up she exited her bathroom to her bedroom where she grabbed her black track jacket and headed down stairs. Where to her surprise stood Booth and Russ in conversation. Booth was wearing a fitted black tee and dark jeans, a combination not only flattering to his physique but also made him seem even more mysteriously sexy. As she looked down from the open upstairs hall she could tell they were already friendly. Booths attention then suddenly came to her and his expression was timeless, partly stunned and partly lustful. Nothing like making a guys jaw drop.
"Brennan, ready to go?" he asked with eyes that said follow my lead.
"Of course." Her voice was unsteady and seemed uncomfortable with what had been transpiring. But she followed his lead and after saying her good nights with Russ she followed him right out to his SUV, where he opened her door for her and then ran around to his own side. She was stunned, what was happening to her?
The first 5 minutes were silent the only communications that transpired where questions of heat control. Then in an effort to break the uncomfortable silence Booth said, "So umm, Angela asked me to cover for you and get you a ride."
"Thanks. I appreciate it. But you didn't have to, I could have done it myself."
"I know I just thought it would be easier for you if I did it, you know get Russ' questions out of the way so you didn't have to deal with them."
"How do you know him?" "Who Russ?" "Yeah"
Booth looked at her for a minute then back that the road, "Well I used to come out here a lot and when I did Russ was the only one my age-ish so we became friends for my visits."
"Oh so your friends, so what are you looking after my for him. Making sure I don't do anything that would hurt my reputation at this party?"
"No I'm here because Angela asked me to and I figured that it was a good thing to do to help out. You guys basically take care of the littles for me so this is what I can do to help out."
"Where are you from?" the question seemed out of left field.
"Philly, we playing twenty questions now?" He asked with a snort.
"What's that?
"Are you serious," but when he looked to see her expression he saw that she was indeed serious, "It's a getting to know you game where you ask the other person questions and vice-versa."
"Okay sure," "Sure what?" "Lets play, you go first ask me anything?"
"What do you like to be called?" he asked.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Well Angela calls you Bren, Hodgins its Temps, and Liam calls you Tempe. So which is it?"
"I don't care, I guess whatever is fine, if me calling you Booth is alright with you." She looked over at him just in time to catch the smile that flashed on his face.
"How old are you?" she asked curiously.
"How old do you think I am?" he slyly answered. "19" He chuckled "Nah, 17, but thanks all the same."
"What do you like to do, I mean other then sitting alone in the dark on docks and running around in little shorty shorts."
"Hey they were normal running shorts, I like to read."
"Okay, you like to read, like fiction. You just a big Herman Melville fan and that's what you do all day."
"No I study, like reading journals and past records."
"Of what?" "Anthropology, Biology, Anatomy, Forensic sciences, Law. It depends."
"Seriously so basically you spend your time just learning all sciences?" his expression and tone was one of disbelief.
"No, well yes. But mainly I like things about Forensic Anthropology, pertaining to biological evidence."
"Bones!"
"Well its not that simple." She was about to continue to explain when she was interrupted by Booth, "I think you have a question to ask."
"Oh, hmmm are you in a relationship."
Booth laughed, "Subtle, No I am not? Are you?"
She smiled, turning to her side to look out the window for a while, " No."
Booth smiled to himself then and said, "good to know, I'll be sure to relay that information to Liam." This got Brennan to turn her attention back to him with an irritated look.
"So what's your story?" she asked.
"I'm pretty sure that's to broad of a question to ask as one question."
"Okay, then why are you in Ohio this summer?"
"Baby-sit the rascals here for my Uncle and Aunt since their nanny quit. And my mother thought it would be best for me to get out of the city for awhile. Clear my head before my last year of school." "Why do you go to these parties?"
"What?"
"I mean it's not like you seemed to spend a lot of time letting lose, and even Russ says you usually are home on Friday nights or just with Angela, so why?"
"I let lose, I'm not uptight."
"Okay," "What, I am. I can let lose and party just like everyone else, just because I don't love pot or alcohol doesn't mean I'm not as cool or laid back as everyone else."
"No the Anthropology journals point directly to reckless partier." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, I didn't see you with the others last time, huh you not a party guy?"
"I'm not one to get drunk when I'm supposed to work the next day. Call it a moral center."
"Right, you must be the moral center. I especially believe that since my brother, Ohio's golden party boy, warned me to stay away from you."
"And you really took that advise didn't you? I see what a great impact your brothers care and advise means to you."
"What the hell is your problem? You think you can come here and call me a nerd for liking science and to learn and then treat me as if I'm some drunken reckless teen. You think that you can simply slip me into so stereotype teenager as if you're superior to me. My IQ is probably a good hundred points higher then yours. What are your SAT scores, huh? You planning on getting into college on a sports scholarship Mr. 6pack?"
"Hey, I'm not calling you a reckless teen, if anything I was saying the opposite. You obviously are passionate and have a mind that is worth more then anyone at these parties. And I'm not denying that you have a higher IQ or test score because you most likely do, but there is nothing wrong with sports scholarships. You think that just because I spend more time on my physical endurance then my intellectual doesn't mean that I couldn't contend in a challenge of mental abilities. And I'll have you know I have an 8pack not a six."
She sat their speechless for a moment and when she was about to speak again Booth looked at her straight in the eyes and simply said, "We're here." And he exited the car.
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