Disclaimer: You can buy almost anything off eBay these days. Unfortunately, the right to Bones isn't one of them.
Author's Notes: I had so much fun with this one. Awkward situations are very amusing.
THE GIRL IN QUESTION
"You have got to be out of your mind," said Booth. Sullivan was laughing.
"Admit it, Seeley. Tell me you've never thought about it.. Or even more?" He leaned in. "Have you slept with her?" Booth stared at him.
"This is ridiculous. You're insane."
"C'mon! All that fighting and chasing down suspects…and you're telling me you never put in for a little after-hours—"
"Enough," Booth interrupted. "I'm stopping this conversation right here, and right now. How many times do I have to say it? I have never slept with Bones."
"So you're saying you don't have the hots for your partner," said Sullivan with a hint of a smirk.
"I don't," said Booth firmly.
"So there's nothing there," said Sullivan.
"I didn't say that," Booth responded. "I said I don't have the hots for her. I don't want to sleep with her. I want to protect her…I care about her…and sure, I love her. I don't care if she's seeing you. But get this straight. I don't want to see her hurt. If you hurt her, you're answering to me," he said. "Bones is—" Someone standing in the doorway of Booth's office cleared their throat, and Booth looked up, almost choking on his words as he saw who it was. He coughed. "—uh…right…here, apparently." Sullivan turned around, chuckling.
"Check it out! The girl in question." Brennan looked at Booth, then at Sullivan, then back at Booth.
"Talking about me?"
"Not—" Booth was caught completely off guard. "Uh…It was…mostly hypothetical—Bones, what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Sully," she said. "Sorry to interrupt your little…alpha-male showdown." Booth stood up quickly, obviously embarassed.
"Listen, um, I've got a field briefing that I'm going to be late for, so…" He nodded at Brennan and Sullivan. "I'm…gonna go…place," he muttered, walking quickly out of his office.
Heh.
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