Hey dudes!! I have had the worst luck in the world with this chapter, I started it on my dads computer then he got mad because I kept using his computer for writing then I got angry then I wrote the ending on my sisters computer and tried to put the two together from both computer but I ended up saving the ending by itself but the start had disappeared, so I had to start it all over again!!! And btw I don't know a thing about football so the Pittsburg Steelers could be the best or the worst team in the NFL for all I know! Anywho I got my results for my english and maths exams today I passed woop woop!!! Yey me!!!!!!!!!!! Can I ask something what does AU and OOC mean ?????
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At Wong Foo's Brennan and Booth were sitting in their signature seats at the bar, talking to Sid. Brennan was eating her Sweet and Sour chicken, while Booth was eying the last piece of chicken on her plate. Brennan raised her eyebrows at him and sighed. She turned away from him and turned back, he was wearing his charm smile which she, on countless occasions, told him not to use. She turned away once more and let out a breath which she had been holding for a long time, she shook her head and picked up the last piece with her fork.
"Would you like it?" She asked him finally.
"Yes I would." He said, smiling greatfully.
She placed the piece of chicken on his plate and took a last sip of her wine. By the time Brennan had finished her wine and picked up her bag, Booth had already devoured the chicken and was now paying the bill. Booth ignored her protests and the mumbles under her breath. They walked straight from the restaurant to Booth's car which was parked directly outside the door. They sat in silence on the way back to Brennan's apartment and the only noise came from Booth's silent humming along to the radio.
They pulled up infront of Brennan's apartment and they sat quietly for a few minutes before Brennan even noticed where she was. She sat up quite startled and looked to Booth.
"Y-You want to come watch TV?" Brennan asked.
"You got a TV, finally Bones." He said excitedly.
She shook her head and they made their way up to Brennan's apartment. When they reached the door Brennan dug around in her bag for her keys and pulled them out a few seconds later. A door opened behind them and it made them jump slightly. Brennan's neighbour Mrs Finnigan, a slightly batty old lady who's day consisted of prowling the corridors of the building with her army of cats following closely at her heels, emerged from the door. She gave Booth a wry smile and hobbled down the corridor with three cats behind her. Booth ushered her into her apartment much to her dislike.
She turned around to face Booth, who was standing trying to make it look like he wasn't just scared of a sixty-three year old lady.
"Booth are you scared of my neighbour?" Brennan asked, smiling.
"You aren't." He asked surprisingly.
"No." She scoffed.
"Yeah me neither." He lied unconvincingly. "So, where's the TV?" He asked rubbing his hands together, trying to change the subject.
"My room." She pointed.
Booth literally sprinted through to Brennan's bedroom to inspect the TV and he stopped dead when he saw it. Booth stared at it in awe, Brennan walked in arms folded and laughed at his expression. Booth looked from the TV to Brennan and back again, expressing his true shock.
"Don't look too shocked." She smiled.
"Bu... But Bones...Big TV." He said, stretching his arms out to mimic the size of the TV.
"Would you like to watch it." She said apprehensively.
He nodded in reply and Brennan walked slowly and carefully past her partner and hopped onto the bed grabbing the remote in the passing. Booth walked to the top of the bed and took a seat beside Brennan, removing his jacket and shoes as he sat down. Brennan surfed through the channels and sighed when she found there was nothing, she felt Booth's piercing gaze from beside her and looked to him sighing. He was using his 'charm' smile, a smile that he only used when he wanted somthing. She turned away from him fighting the urge not to keep staring, she looked at the TV screen aimlessly only as not to look at him. She could still feel him looking at her, she turned around exasperated and he was still 'charm' smiling her. Her stomach done a backflip and she sighed deeply.
"Stop it." She pleaded.
"What?" He said obliviously.
"Using your 'charm' smile." She said, using the air quotes.
"Wow did you just use air quotes." Booth pointed, still smiling.
"Booth stop smiling." She pleaded again.
"Why?" He asked.
"I-It...Y-You're making me nervous." She admitted.
"Sorry, Bones I didn't thin..." He was cut off.
"Its okay, like you said it's a reflex." She appologised.
"More importantly, who told you about airquotes." Booth asked.
"Angela." She laughed.
"Bones can I have the remote?" Booth asked, making her turn to him.
Booth was 'charm' smiling her again which earned him a swat on the back of the head. He stopped smiling and asked her simply. "Can I have the remote?"
"See was that so hard?" She asked and he shook his head.
Booth gladly took the remote and flicked it straight to a football match. Brennan shook her head and sighed, she looked to her bedside table to her alarm clock and switched it off as Saturday was her day off but she would probably end up at the Jeffersonian anyway.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Brennan asked.
"Yeah, only if there aren't any bombs in your fridge." He laughed.
"No there isn't, nobody is after me, would you like to go check?" She questioned from the doorway.
"You just want me to get blown up again." Booth admitted.
"I never wanted you to get blown up the first time." Brennan smiled.
Booth only smiled when she left the room, just incase he got another swat on the back of the head.
Brennan sauntered through to the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer, she removed the caps and through them into the bin where she saw the tore up pieces of Calvins number. She closed the lid on the bin and walked back through to the bedroom. She walked in, placed her beer on the bedside table and handed Booth his, he nodded thankfully and his gaze moved back to the TV screen. Brennan sat shifting about trying to get comfortable, keeping up her reputation of a fidget. Booth sighed deeply and looked at her in amazement.
"Bones... sit still!" He exclaimed, averting his gaze from the screen.
"I can't." She said raising her voice.
"Sit up." He ordered and she did so.
Seconds later Booth told her to lie back down, but this time her head was resting on Booth's chest, she looked up nervously and smiled. Booth smiled as she did and stopped quickly. 'Stop smiling you idiot, you will probably lose a tooth if you don't stop smiling.' Booth thought to himself. After a while Brennan settled and she turned her attention the what was going on on the TV screen infront of her.
"That Bones is the Pittsburg Steelers." Booth pointed, ending her confusion.
"Ahhh, thank you." She thanked him. "I don't get football so I will just stay quiet." She told the FBI agent.
"Good." He laughed.
"Aw, thanks Booth." She said sarcastically.
"Your welcome." He said, starting to become zombie like.
She shook her head slightly and sighed, she looked at her watch, 9.27, she sat up the slightest bit and removed the necklace from around her neck and her mothers earings that she was never seen without, placed them on the bedside table and placed her head back on Booth's chest.
About an hour later Brennan began to feel drowsy and her eyelids began to fall closed but insisted on staying awake. She yawned quietly and her eyelids closed, she just gave up trying to fall asleep and became a victim of sleep. Booth sat watching the football game, oblivious to the sleeping anthropologist next to him, he thought she was keeping her promise to be quiet but she was definately asleep. He reached over her, trying not to wake her, took a blanket that was lying on the other side of the bed and through it over them both. Booth looked at his watch 10.45 Seriously? He thought to himself. Oh well. He shook his head and fell into a deep sleep.
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The next morning Angela Montenegro arrived at Brennan's door at exactly 12.30, she gave three sharp raps on Brennan's door. No answer. Again there were three sharper raps at the door, same outcome. She began to get annoyed, she stood arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently and waited to see if there was going to be an answer. None. She shook her head, sighed deeply and decided to use plan B.
"Sweetie, I know you said only to use this key in 'emergencies' but we were supposed to go to lunch so..." Angela rambled on. "Fine, I'm using the key." She said. "I'm opening the door, the door is open." She said, opening the door and peering in carefully.
She walked straight through to the living room and placed her coat and her bag on the couch and began to search for her best friend. Nobody was in the living room, she crept through to the kitchen, nobody. The artist walked back through to the living room and sat on the couch but only momentarily, she saw that Brennan's bedroom door was ajar and she smiled. She walked over quickly, her heels clicking as she walked on the wooden floor. She pushed the door open and her mouth almost hit the floor when she looked up. She smiled uncontrolably and decided her excitement had to bottled or she would scream. So she quietly closed the door over and she jumped around like a child on Christmas morning, she looked around the room and realised there was nobody to tell. She speedily walked over to the couch grabbed her coat and her bag in the passing then walked out the door and locked it behind her. She ran door the corridor and out the door, partly from her excitement, party from her fear of Mrs Finnigan.
She skipped over to her car and jumped in the drivers seat, throwig her coat on the passengers seat. She opened her bag and searched around for her cell phone and dialled Hodgins.
"Jack Hodgins." He answered.
"Jack, Jack oh my god!" Angela said finally letting out her excitement.
"What did you do?" He asked, figuring she had done something.
"I haven't done anything, itsBrennanandthatFBIHunkhavingsecretsleepovers!" She said very quickly.
"Really?" He almost shouted. "But is this a 'Partners' sleep-over or a 'Partners with benefits' sleep-over, because they are two different things." He asked.
"I don't know, but they were all cuddles." Angela said, drumming the steering wheel.
"This is probably just a 'Partners' sleep-over, sorry baby." He apologised.
"Oh well, a girl can dream." She sighed hopefully.
"Are you coming home?" Hodgins asked, smiling down the phone.
"I've got to drop by the Jeffersonian but I'll only be 10 minutes, see ya." She told him.
"Bye, bye." He said and hung up the phone.
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The beeping off Brennan's alarm clock rang through the room and through her apartment, she sat up growling and squinted at the clock which she distinctly remembered turning off. She shrugged it off and stretched over and turned it off. She looked over to Booth who hadn't budged, she yawned and threw back the duvet and jumped under it, covering her from head to toe.
After a while of tossing and turning she gave up on getting back to sleep and jumped out of bed to make a cup of coffee. She strolled through to the kitchen and turned on her coffee machine and jumped up onto the counter, waiting for it to finish. She grabbed a mug from behind her and went to close it but grabbed another one for Booth. Brennan jumped down off the counter and poured a coffee, she was leaning against the counter drinking her coffee when Booth emerged from the door and smiled. He walked drowsily across to the kitchen counter and placed his elbows on the counter and placed his head in his hands.
"What woke you up?" She asked, pouring him a coffee.
"You, fidgeting." He grumbled.
"Your just a light sleeper." She told him.
"No, Bones I'm a heavy sleeper, but your such a fidget." He pointed.
"Am not!" She exclaimed.
"Well, you didn't fidget any last night." He said cockily.
"W-What...I-I...Fine I was comfortable, Booth you are comfy!" She admitted. "Are you happy?" She asked, throwing her arms up in the air.
"I am actually." He smiled.
"Booth your smiling." She said, clenching her fist at him.
"Sorrrrrrrryyy." He dragged on.
Booth finally lifted his head up and searched around the room. Brennan raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head not bothering to ask him what he was doing. He finally smiled happily and got down and started doing push-ups on the floor.
"Booth, why are you doing push-ups on my floor?" Brennan asked with her head sticking over the counter.
"Bones... I do fifty sit-ups... fifty push-ups and fifty chin-ups every morning, gotta do them." Booth explained out of breath.
"Really?" She quizzed.
"Yes...Really." He said standing up and shaking off.
Brennan shook her head smiling and walked over to the living room, she took a seat and began sipping at her coffee. Booth took a seat next to her, he took his cell out his pocket and flipped it open. One missed call. He searched the caller and it came up. Cullen.
"Shit." He cursed.
"What?" She asked.
"Cullen called." He sighed and began calling his boss.
Booth walked around the room talking to Cullen, it was serious, she could tell. Booth kept muttering under his breath and sighing, he only did this when something was definately bothering him.
"Yes sir, Yeah we'll be right there, I won't, bye." He hung up the phone.
"Whats wrong?" She asked, getting the vibe that there was something really big happening.
"I-I can't tell you now, Y-You've got to come down to the Bureau." Booth said finishing his coffee.
"N-Now?" She said worryingly.
"Yeah, now, lets go." He said pushing her.
Booth closed the door behind him and let Brennan lock it, he quickly ran down the stairs with Brennan behind him. He jogged round to the drivers side and hopped in, Brennan also quickly jumped in and put on her seatbelt. Booth stretched over her and took his gun and his badge from the glove-compartment, Brennan looked over at him questionably but he shook his head. Something was definately up, she hadn't seen Booth like this since Jamie Kenton had taken her after Booth got blown up by the bomb in her fridge. She sat in the car fiddling nervously with her keys, now thinking Is it happening again?
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Hey sorry for the insanely long chapter. How was that I definately have something up my sleeve!! haha I will have another chapter for maybe Saturday if there are lots of reviews you can have a cookie if you review!!! Cookies!!!!!