A/N: I know im a bad author. BAD ME, BAD ME! But to simply put it so im not going on for hours; Germany, Senior year, SATs, AP classes, and college applications. So just bear with me, this story will NEVER be abandoned but the updates might be spacy and uneven but they will be posted.
On a lighter note, ANYONE EXCITED FOR SEASON 7? I AM! ^^
This is the day and night before the club and oh boy you guys are gunna love it! I had to fan myself while just writing it!
Also pleaz review! Ive been horrible with the updates i know, but hearing that people are still interested makes my muse shoot thru the roof so if ur still out there... PLEAZ REVIEW. the next update will be sooner since im on fall break. Anyway. ENJOY! Cheers.
Booth woke up groggily the next morning, 'Maybe after this case I'll be able to get a good nights sleep'. He didn't get much more time to think as his phone began to shrill on his nightstand.
"Booth." He groaned into the speaker.
"Booth are you okay? You sound like you're in pain." Brennan's worried yet clinical voice answered back.
"No I'm fine Bones, I just didn't get much sleep is all." He rubbed his neck before standing.
"I know, I find it hard to sleep with the killer still out there." She replied. 'Or the fact that I can't stop thinking of how hot you looked in your outfit.' Booth thought but seeked to never voice it.
"Yeah, that. So what's up Bones?" He asked, shuffling around his room for his suit pants.
"Well I was just checking to make sure you were coming by today to the lab to review the local lingo and our plan of infiltration at the club." She asked.
"Yeah Bones, I'm still coming over. Uh, how about around lunch, I'll pop by and we can discuss it." He said, struggling to put pants on with one hand.
"Well you can't physically "pop" over here but I understand your colloquialism. See you around lunch."
"Okay, see ya Bones." Booth said. He hung up his phone and tripped over with his pants around his ankles.
Later at the lab…
Brennan was walking briskly to Angela's office with a determined look on her face.
"Uh Angie, fire in the hole!" Hodgins yelled in the direction of her office, he knew the conversation would be interesting.
Brennan finally reached Angela's door and whisked it open quickly.
"Will you please explain your whispered suggestion to me from last night?" Brennan asked fast. Angela just looked up from the sketch on her desk, concealing the coy smile on her face.
"Sweetie you might want to close the door before I explain." Angela suggested, placing her pencil on the pad.
Brennan spun and shut the door, disappointing the Hodgins hiding behind a pillar.
"Okay why don't we sit on the couch Bren?" Angela got up and moved over to her colorful sofa. Brennan clenched and unclenched her fists and moved to sit next to her.
"What I was suggesting would help the killer take more appeal in you and Booth, Sweetie. It was a harmless suggestion." Angela explained, fighting the laugh bubbling up.
"But I still don't see why giving Booth a lap dance will-" Angela quickly clamped her hand over Brennan's mouth, fearing that someone would overhear.
"Shhh Bren! Jeez announce to the world!" Angela pulled her hand away, looking left and right.
"But we closed the door Ange, no one can hear us." Brennan said confusingly just as a howling laugh echoed through the lab. Angela groaned reached under her coffee table and pulled a bug out from it. She stood quickly and threw open the door.
"You are so dead Hodgins!" She saw him laughing from his desk and took off across the lab after him. Hodgins quickly saw his charging wife and took up running from his desk.
"Wait! Wait Ange! It was a joke. I though it wouldn't work! C'mon babe we share the same house!" Hodgins shouted, dodging Angela and equipment.
Cam came out a few seconds later bellowing, "Hey! This is a lab, not a playground! We solve murders, not chase each other around like a preschool crush! Hodgins- no more bugging rooms! Angela- don't chase him around evidence tables!" She quickly rolled her eyes and returned to her office.
Angela approached her husband with a glare on her face, "You just lost some tonight." She told him with a punishing grin.
"Aw c'mon Ange, it was a joke!" Hodgins called after her retreating form, the interns around him snickered. Hodgins glared back before returning to his evidence.
Brennan stood in the doorway confounded, but returned back to the couch with Angela.
"Well. That was odd." Brennan uttered as they sat in silence.
"Anyway Bren, I suggested that because the killer would find you guys more interesting. Remember the file? "Couples in love". You guys would look more convincing if you were intimate." Angela explained but felt like doing cartwheels. Brennan shifted uncomfortably.
"Do you believe it will work?" Brennan asked.
"Maybe. You won't know unless you try, but I suggest you find a booth or chair out of the way from the crowd. After the drugs and dancing of course, give him a chance to talk to you guys. Oh and if you guys "share" the drugs, it'll be even more convincing." Angela wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"I don't understand your suggestion, Ange." Brennan now furrowed her brows at Angela.
"I'm suggesting that you take the placebo pill and share it with Booth." Angela coyly said.
"Like break it in half?" Brennan asked confused.
Angela blew out a short breath, "No. I mean you put the pill in your mouth then make out with Booth to share the pill." Angela returned the bluntness.
Brennan's eyes went wide at the answer, "What? Will that really work?"
Angela didn't even bother hiding her smile at the thought that Brennan isn't even ruling that out. "Well they're made out of sugar so they dissolve quickly."
"I will run that by with Booth when he comes over to talk about tomorrow night." Brennan slowly sounded out.
"Um can I make a suggestion? When you guys are at the club, don't plan everything. Have stuff be spontaneous and fun but if one of you doesn't like it then stop but don't… mention that to Booth, just do it at the club." Angela quickly suggested.
"Okay. Well, I enjoyed our discussion and will take your suggestions into consideration." Brennan nodded her head and stood up from the sofa. She walked back to her office and then to the platform to review the autopsies. Angela smiled at more of her handiwork and returned to her sketches of the victims.
A few hours later, Booth dropped by to discuss about the club with Brennan.
"Hey, Bones! Where are you?" Booth yelled out across the lab. Brennan's head popped up from the platform.
"I'm right here Booth. You don't have to shout." She slid around the table, snapped off her gloves, and trotted down the stairs to meet Booth.
"Well I have the list you wanted and you wanted to discuss our "plan of action"." He quoted her.
"Okay we'll go to my office then." Brennan walked with Booth back out of the lab floor. He turned and sat on her couch while Brennan moved to sit behind her desk.
"So where do you want to start?" Brennan asked, mindlessly shuffling the case papers on her desk.
"Well how 'bout the lingo? Then we can get into the stuff at the club, and we can bring in Ange to plan the drug deal." Booth straightened his tie as he spoke.
"That seems satisfactory." Brennan got up from her desk and sat across from Booth on another chair.
"Well the first few words are 'rolling', 'E', and 'tabs'," Booth sighed before continuing, "Rolling is someone on ecstasy, they're rolling on the drug. E is a short abbreviation for ecstasy and tabs also refers to the drug." He finished and looked over at Brennan.
"Is that it?" Brennan asked, questioningly.
Booth glanced at the list once, then twice before looking at her again.
"Well for our investigation, yes. Plus if we come into contact with the killer- let me do the talking." Booth flashed a smile at Brennan as Angela walked in the door.
"So are you guys talking about the club?" She asked sitting next to Brennan.
"Yep. Just finished the lingo. We were about to get you about the drug deal you owe us." Booth leaned back into the sofa.
"Well I was thinking that you guys dance around, hang out, maybe have a drink. About a half an hour or something I'll meet you near the booths, do the fake drug deal, you guys take the placebos, and make the killer come to you." Angela smiled at the last suggestion.
"That seems logical to me." Brennan agreed.
"Me too." Booth mumbled through tight lips.
"Well good. I'll- let you guys continue here." With that, Angela retreated out of the office. They both sat in awkward silence for a few moments before someone spoke.
"So do you want to keep talking 'bout our cover tonight or just wait until we go to the club tomorrow?" Booth asked with an innocent shrug.
"Sure. We can go to your house or mine, maybe some Thai, and continue." Brennan agreed.
"Hmm how about my place this time?" Booth asked.
"That seems good." Brennan replied.
"Okay then. So, see you at my place tonight?" Booth stood up ready to leave. Rubbing his hands together.
"Yes. You will." She smiled and returned to her desk as Booth left her office.
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"So where did you hide my camera Hodgie?" Angela leaned against his desk.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Angie." Hodgins coyly replied.
"If you don't give me the camera you be sleeping on the couch tonight, and I won't let you in on any of the undercover work." Angela smiled, leaning back.
Hodgins let out a quick sigh before opening his desk drawer and reluctantly handed over the camera to a waiting Angela.
"Thank you Hodgins." Angela seductively smiled before walking back to her office.
"I get first dibs on that evidence Angie!" He yelled after her retreating form.
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Brennan knocked on Booth's door promptly at 7 pm that night, which he answered in a heartbeat. What he didn't expect was the bags now in Bones' arms.
"What's with the stuff, Bones?" Booth asked quirking an eyebrow up.
"Oh well I thought we were going to discuss the undercover assignment more tonight, so I brought all the necessary supplies for said reconnaissance." She said matter-of-factly.
"Okay then," Booth rubbed his hands on his jeans, "what would you like to work on first?" He asked staring at the door next to her head. 'Besides me.' Booth jerked a little at the thought but pulled it back together. She entered his apartment and promptly dropped her bags on his coffee table. 'This is gunna be another long night' Booth inwardly groaned before moving to sit on his couch.
2 hours and 3 beers each later…
"For the last time Bones, no one is going to believe that." Booth rubbed his hands down his face with an exasperated sigh.
"Okay well let me try again," Brennan shifted on her seat and cleared her throat, "aren't you tripping out over these lights dude." Brennan faked her high and swayed a little.
"Alright forget it Bones, we're done with that for the night. What else would you like to go over?" Booth didn't realize what he could've asked but it was too late.
"Well I would like to review the dancing again but in our assorted outfits so that we're used to them for tomorrow night." Brennan hid the apprehensive look in her eyes as she watched Booth contemplate his answer.
"I would but I don't got any techno club music Bones." Booth stretched a smiled in a sort of apology, but of course, Brennan is always one step ahead of the game.
"That's okay; Angela let me borrow her CD for the course of the case so we can practice if we needed to." Brennan pulled out the shiny disk and waved it in front of Booth. 'One day I swear Angela…'
"Okay so I'll put the music on, you go change into the outfit and I will then do the same." Booth stiffly walked over to the stereo, plopped the hated disk into the player, and pushed the play button before retreating to his own room to change.
He pulled out the jeans and yanked them on before hunting for the shirt. 'This has got to be masochistic. I mean, I must really hate myself for putting myself through this. My partner is in the next room for Christ's sake, putting on revealing clothing, just to practice dancing with me, for a case!' He yelled at himself, finally found the offended gray fabric and pulled it over his head before heading for the door. He stepped into the living room, finding it still vacant for the time being, and settled on the couch, kicking his bare feet up onto the coffee table, waiting for his gorgeous partner to walk out.
Brennan softly closed the door of the guest bedroom, before slowly laying out the clothes she was about to put on for Booth. 'You can do this Brennan. It's just dance practice. With your hot, physically fit hunk of a partner…' Brennan madly pierced her lips together before buttoning up her shorts and throwing on the colourful tank tops. She padded barefoot over to the door and grabbed the cold doorknob. 'Just relax. You will be fine, just distract yourself and think about the case…' She thought before opening the door and stepping into the living room. Booth was bobbing his head gently to the bass thumping in his apartment. Brennan walked further into the room enough for Booth to see movement and he turned to look at her. He forgot how to breathe and think for a moment, when he realized he was staring he quickly stood and slowly approached his partner.
"So do you just want to start like last time?" Booth asked. He stepped closer, leaving a foot gap between them.
"That sounds acceptable." Brennan nodded and turned her back to Booth.
Now it was his turn, he had to make the move. After a deep breath, Booth took that one step closer; his chest met her back, fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. His hands moved to her hips as they began their rhythm. They began faster like before, building to the steady beat of the synthesizers and bass beats vibrating throughout the room. Their hips rotated against each other, Brennan rolling her pelvis fluidly, Booth matching her movement with his own. However, this time was different from the first time, she wasn't counting numbers or the elements of the periodic table, and he wasn't keep sport stats in his head. This was a real dance, between friends, between lovers. There was no holding back, a faint hint of control still holding on but failing altogether. Brennan ran her hands down his forearms to his hands on her hips as she encouraged his motions before quickly throwing her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer than before. Booth took this sign and began to move his hands over her body, raking his fingers over the sides over her shorts before returning them to her waist, his nails lightly scraping over the skin of her hips that the tank tops revealed. Her grip around his neck tightened when she felt his breath on her neck, his stubbly chin rubbing against her shoulder. Booth couldn't take it anymore as his hands skimmed over her ribs as he turned Brennan to face him, her arms quickly clasping around his neck again as his wound tightly around her back. Their movements gained more speed, knees bending slightly, his hands ran up and down her back lightly until they reached the hem of the shorts before, to Brennan's dismay, returning back up. She ran her nails though the nape of hair on his neck before looking up at his face. Their eyes met in pure fire, his gaze burning hers. Lost in the moment, they unconsciously started leaning towards each other, but they stopped within inches as the CD began to skip and sputter in the CD player. They froze together as reality painfully snapped back into place, realizing their close and intimate proximity they untangled themselves and stepped a few feet back. Brennan shoved her fists into the minimal pockets on her jeans, while slightly shifting the tank tops that already were drooping to steep just a little farther down. Booth ran a hand through his already mussed up hair before returning his eyes to Brennan's, clearly, the practice was over.
Booth cleared his throat before speaking, "Well I think that's all we needed to cover for the night." He looked at Brennan for a response.
"Yes, that was all we needed to review. Um, I will see you tomorrow Booth and don't forget to bring everything to the Jeffersonian so we can go to the club." She walked around picking up the bags and walked to the front door. Booth remembered how to work his legs and followed her to the door.
"Alright then. Night, Bones." Booth gave a small half smile before closing the front door gently. Once he couldn't hear her retreating footsteps anymore he let out a loud groan before slamming all the lights off. Changing swiftly into sleep sweats and ripping back his sheets, he settled uncomfortably into bed knowing that he will have no sleep from this. 'What the hell is going on? I almost kissed her dammit that's what! But Bones wasn't holding back either. She wanted to kiss me, or was it just me? AH! I HATE THIS! But what does it mean, does she care for me the way I care for her, or am I having major delusions of grandeur?' Booth growled in frustration and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow.
Brennan couldn't think straight the whole drive home. Their activities still buzzing around her brilliant mind. She quickly turned into her parking space before rushing up to her apartment. Throwing the bags on the floor Brennan walked into her room and quickly fell onto the bed and yanked off her boots that she wore to his house. 'I am being irrational, these feeling have to be irrational. There's no way Booth would like me that way. I have had these feeling for awhile but never as strong as before. The feeling of being in his arms was exciting yet, comforting. Not to mention he looked like he was going to eat me for dessert.' Brennan threw the covers back and climbed in half dressed. Resigning to her fate that would be the same as Booth's tonight.
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