Excuse the spelling errors. It's almost midnight. Heehee Disclaimer: sob I don't own Bones. Oh oh oh oh please review!!!! They make me smile :) Reviews happy princess bones ... Good night everyone!!
Though Bones isn't your regular woman, she knew the importance of wearing the right shoe. Not in the typical this-shoe-makes-my-legs-look-longer-and-these-go-with-those-jeans way. No, hers was a different "right shoe" reasoning. It was an I-am-going-wading-in-a-muddy-lake-in-search-of-human-remains way of deciding what to wear.
Bones knew that if she was going out in the field it was good to sport something durable. They had to be easily washed and able to withstand any terrain or climate. Usually, it was handy to wear boots. That way, dirt, dust, flies and prickles couldn't travel up her pant legs. And mosquitoes. Damn things. Wearing boots meant she could tuck her pant bottom into the top of the shoe and not get bitten in the most inconvenient places. Plus, Booth usually had her battling her way into to most off-limit areas of the Earth, in search of a body. So, it was pretty much a rule. Booth strides in and announces a case, and the boots come on.
In lab, Bones typically wore a low heel. She had to be able to stand in them a long time while still regaining a professional image. And to achieve the height advantage over Hodgins. Low heels were the perfect compromise, even though Bones hated them. If it were her choice, she would wear slippers to work. So much more comfortable. Heels, even small ones, drove her mad. They brought back painful memories of her teenage years when one of her foster mums had forced her to attend a recognition ceremony for something-or-another. Bones had spent half the weekend prancing around in heels, trying to walk without looking as graceful as a baby giraffe. (A/N Inside joke ;) heehee) Bones still felt uncomfortable, even after all those years. In her mind heels broken ankle.
Speaking of slippers, Bones was embarrassed to admit that she owned a highly un-age appropriate pair. Pink. Fluffy. Cute button nose. Two ears. Bones would rather die then tell anyone about them, but still could'nt muster about the courage to throw them out. Her mother had brought them for Bones' 14th birthday. They were one thing that had lasted all those years. A reminder of the childhood she had once enjoyed. So, at the end of a long day, she couldn't wait to go home, have shower and slid her feet in Mr Hoppy and Mrs Hoppy. It was a routine. A comfort.
Lastly, Bones always wore sneakers when going with Booth to "bring in" a suspect/murderer. Sometimes it got violent. More often than not. She had discovered quickly that it was easier to run or kung-fu a person in sneakers. Her high evolved scientific brain had processed that information after a particular unfortunate ordeal, in which she had broken her most comfortable work heel. Running after serial killers down deserted alleys was very dangerous, especially for the occasional shoe.
So, Bones may not have a normal view on footwear but it was one thing she knew was important to every women.
And P.S: She does have a few pairs of leg-looking-longer heels stashed in the back of her cupboard. They were for the day Seely Booth finally asked her out.
Just read the last line. And found a spelling mistake. There's definatly gunna be a heap :) xoxo