Title:
Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter:
9/?
Chapter Title: Over My Head
Characters:
Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers:
None
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to
FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright
infringement is intended.
I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!
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So here is just a short chapter. I pulled it off the top because my chapter was getting to long, and this was a good place to break it.
I need to perform a mea culpa. One of my wonderful readers, Syd15, did all of the translating for me on the previous chapter. (I can count to 10 in Spanish, and that's about the size of it!!) She was really wonderful about it, even when I made it harder for her by using some online translator which totally f-ed things up for her. Syd- I'm SO sorry! And, Thank You!! You ROCK!!
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Temperance Brennan stared at the F.B.I. Agent. Her arms wrapped across her chest, as she assumed the position of a person who was fiercely perturbed. "What are you doing here Booth?"
Booth chuckled softly and closed the space between them. "Hello-Good to see you too," he replied smoothly.
"I asked what you're doing here." Brennan insisted. Booth's grin grew even larger as she began to look like a petulant child.
"Well…" he drawled. "I decided that if this case was important to you… then I should help. After all… we are partners. Right?"
"You're an F.B.I. Agent, Booth. You have no authority here."
"Ahhh," he nodded. "That's where you're wrong. I convinced some associates at the D.E.A. that drugs could be smuggled into the Jeffersonian along with all those artifacts you've been receiving. You see… I explained how easy it was to smuggle things into the Institute. I mean- it's happened before. So for now I'm working under the auspices of the D.E.A. as a special liaison."
"How do you do," Booth turned to the man on Brennan's right and addressed him for the first time.
"Booth, this is Andrew Romero, he's an agent with the Agencia Federal de Investigación. Andrew, this is Special Agent Seeley Booth of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. My Partner. (She turned back to Booth.) - There are no drugs being smuggled into the Jeffersonian. You know that."
The two men exchanged a handshake as they eyed each other suspiciously.
"Well… now we can be sure- can't we," Booth shrugged noncommittally as he turned his attention back to Brennan.
Romero interrupted long enough to verify with Brennan that they were still set to head out to the Mayan Temple site the next morning. Brennan assured him that it was still her intention to go. As he turned to walk away, he reminded her to pack a bag light enough she could carry it over rough terrain.
"Great. So I guess we're already on the case," Booth replied calmly. "We'll see you in the morning Romeo."
Booth placed his hand possessively on the small of Brennan's back and steered her toward the elevator.
"His name is Romero," Brennan hissed. "And, where exactly do you think you're going?"
"Why… to my room of course," Booth's smirked.
"For your information… you are not staying with me," Brennan growled defiantly.
"Nope," Booth chuckled. "But I'll be right next door if you need me- Room 213."
Booth dangled the key in front of her face. Brennan's eyes grew humongous and her mouth dropped open. Just as quickly, her mouth snapped shut and her lips pulled in; her eyes nearly disappeared into a squint of annoyance. Brennan's arms went back across her chest, and her back stiffened.
Booth's hand stayed on her back. As the elevator door opened he guided her to her door, waiting patiently as she pulled out her key and inserted it into the lock. As her door pushed open, Booth's arm wrapped more tightly around her waist, and he pulled her body close. Before Brennan had a chance to react, he's lips slid across hers. When she gasped in surprise, his tongue slipped into her mouth to caress her tongue.
Brennan's head began to spin. His tongue was warm and wet. Her body responded instinctively, despite the clamor in the recesses of her brain. Her hands stole behind his neck and pulled him closer, tighter.
Before she had time to adjust to the comfort of his lips, they were gone. So was he. Brennan stood in the doorway of her room and watched the door to his room close behind him. The soft goodnight he'd whispered in her ear still reverberated in her head. What exactly was he doing here she wondered, as she closed the door behind her.
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The phone rang persistently despite Angela's best attempts to ignore it. It was midnight according to the bedside clock; she wondered who could be calling.
"This better be good," she growled into the phone. It was probably the only phone in the whole damn mansion without Caller I.D.
"Did I wake you," an apologetic voice greeted her.
"I wasn't exactly trying to sleep, sweetie," Angela giggled.
"He's here Angela. Booth is here."
"What's that sweetie?" She mouthed 'Brennan' to Hodgins, who'd just peeked out from under the sheet to admonish her for answering the phone. She'd probably never get used to the fact that they had staff around here somewhere who was supposed to do that.
"I told you- Booth's here," Brennan whined on the other end.
"Really? What do you know? He flew all the way to Mexico City?" Angela feigned innocence. She placed her hand over the receiver and informed Hodgins that Booth had made it, and Brennan sounded pissed.
Brennan continued to rant on the other end. It took all of Angela's will not to burst out laughing at her friend. She had no doubt that Brennan's anger would be redirected at her if she had any clue of the conversation she'd had with Booth just a couple of days ago.
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Angela stormed into the Hoover building. She'd only been here a few times to drop off reports with Booth, but this time she was on a mission. She found Booth's office easily enough, and he was there at his desk with a pile of paperwork in front of him. When Angela spotted him, he wasn't working on the paperwork however; he sat in his chair with his back to the door and flipped his lucky poker chip. He looked as if he were miles away; 1887 miles to be exact.
Angela had just dropped Brennan off at the airport. She knew that Brennan hadn't spoken to Booth in at least two days. Not since their last major fight over this trip.
"So," Angela demanded, startling Booth out of his reverie.
Booth physically jumped out of his chair. He'd been so lost in his thoughts it took him a moment to recall where he was exactly. Angela- lab- wait, he wasn't at the lab- he was at work. What was Angela doing at F.B.I. headquarters? Bones? Bones was gone.
"Everything okay?" he asked instinctively as he hovered over his seat, not quite sure if he should sit or stand.
"I don't know- you tell me," Angela huffed, her arms crossed and her foot tapped. "What are you going to do about this?"
"I don't understand Angela." Booth made the decision to sit back down. "What am I going to do about what?"
"Brennan, Booth. What are you going to do about Brennan?"
"Brennan is in Mexico City studying some billion year-old bones, Angela. What is it I'm supposed to do about that?"
"You are supposed to follow her."
Booth looked at her with complete incredulity. "What are you talking about? I can't go to Mexico!"
"You can't, or you won't," Angela demanded.
"I… I can't. I have a job, and a son, and I have absolutely no reasonable excuse to be there," Booth moaned irritably. Didn't Angela think he'd already thought of this? He couldn't just fly down to Mexico to be with her… he couldn't just follow her half way across the world. That was just ridiculous- wasn't it? I mean look how well our last trip turned out.
"Isn't the fact that you're her partner reason enough, I mean you are her partner aren't you? And she did find some bones- right? So doesn't that make it your job?" Angela was beyond frustrated. Why did these two have to make everything so hard?
"Believe it or not Angela, I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and I have limited jurisdiction. Not every bone or dead body is my responsibility, and I have absolutely no jurisdiction over bones that are found on foreign soil and sent to the United States in a box of old bones. I just- there's just-"
Angela could tell that Booth was as upset as she was. "So…" she pondered. "Who exactly would have jurisdiction?
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God I love Angela!! Don't you?!
So… I got in the habit of finding music that matched the mood of my chapters. I love The Fray, and this chapter is just so all about Booth's POV, even if you get some of it from Brennan. He's definitely "In Over His Head!" or is it "Head Over Heels?"