I'm really sorry about the lack of update. Life kinda got in the way, ya know? I know how this one is going to end, I just need to write it up. I think there will be a sequel. I don't own Bones or the Sox.
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After tying up their bikes on Yawkey Way, Booth grabbed Brennan's hand and tugged her along behind him. She couldn't help but to gawk at everything. There were fans milling around, a man on stilts, hot dogs, people with their faces painted, and live music. Booth dragged her into a small store and lead her over to a rack of shirts with player's names on the backs.
"Come on, Bones. If your gonna be at a game, you need a shirt and a hat! Pick one out..." Booth encouraged. She started to paw through the shirts and then looked up at him uncertainly.
"I don't know any of these players. I watch football, but I've never understood baseball." Brennan explained with a shrug.
"Here." Booth reached around her and grabbed a dark blue 'Varitek' shirt. "Try this one." After they confirmed that it fit, they headed to the check out were there were lots of other fans waiting. As they had a little time, Booth told her to pick out a hat.
Brennan stared up at the rows and rows of hats; army print, pink, blue, traditional, red, checkered; Velcro, button snap, ski hat. The possibilities were endless. Once they reached the counter, Brennan decided on a traditional dark blue hat with the Boston 'B' on the front. Booth also got a hat, but in army print.
Gathering their purchases, they showed their tickets to a guard, and entered Fenway Park.
Bones gasped as the field came into view- a perfectly mowed outfield and infield embellished with the Red Sox logo, and the dusty infield, currently being raked by a dozen or so workers. She looked up at Booth in awe.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He said quietly. She could only take in the sights, sounds, and smells. "Let's go to our seats, and then there is someone I want you to meet."
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"This, Bones, is the Green Monster." Booth explained as soon as they had taken their seats on top of said wall. "Best view in the house, and Uncle Roody's got season tickets!" But Brennan wasn't listening. She was quietly observing the players.
Pointing to one, she asked, "That's Varitek, right? What position does he play?"
"He's the catcher. He crouches behind the plate and catches the ball that the pitcher throws." Booth all of a sudden looked uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, you aren't talking down to me. I've never been to a base ball game, and I understand the basics, but you might have to explain some of the finer points." She said simply, tearing her eyes from her people watching to stare deep into Booth's chocolate brown eyes.
"Thanks, Bones." Booth said sincerely.
"For what?"
"For being you."
"I don't know what that-"
"SEELEY! Did you forget about me?" Came a loud female voice. Once again, Brennan felt her jealousy spike.
"Of course not, Sammy! How could I forget my favorite cousin?" Booth asked jokingly, getting up to hug the twenty-something, leggy, blond hot dog vendor.
"Ohhh..." Sammy said in a sing song voice. "I'm telling Mandy!"
"Oh no you don't!" Booth retorted. "I'll tell Jared that he's second now!"
"You wouldn't!" Sammy responded in mock horror. Both grinned at each other before bursting out laughing.
"Sammy, this is Bones." Booth introduced. Standing, Brennan held out her hand to a confused Sammy.
"Temperance. But you can call me Tempe." She said, shaking the hand of a Booth cousin for the second time that day.
"Nice to meet you, Tempe. Hey, if you get hungry, or if Seeley is boring you to death with stats, come find me and we'll talk. Oh, and Seeley-" She said, turning to Booth. "I saw Snap leaving on his way home, with a side kick pup."
"The side kick pup is mine. How does he know to go home by himself?" Brennan asked.
"He's a smart dog. Don't worry, he'll show Angel the town and be home in time for dinner. It's meatball night, and Snap NEVER misses meatballs." Booth explained.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone now." Sammy said, walking off to answer to calls of 'vendor!'.
Both Booth and Brennan sat in an uncomfortable silence until Booth spoke up.
"Would you like me to explain some of those 'finer points' before the game starts?" He asked.
She nodded, and Booth launched into a detailed explanation of stolen bases, foul balls, and home runs. The game started half an hour later, and by that time, Brennan was quite fluent in 'Baseball terminology'. and was swapping opinions with an animated Booth.
"That was CLEARLY a strike!"
"It was NOT! It was WAYYYY to low!"
"BAD CALL UMP!"
"Hey, calm down Booth. I'm not even sure they can hear you."
"Oh yes they can." Booth growled playfully. Brennan rolled her eyes. They returned to watch the game, and both were shocked when Varitek hit a high fly ball- wait, it was coming towards them! Brennan reached her hands out and the ball landed right in her lap. Jumping up with a big smile on her face, she turned to Booth.
They were soon lost in each other's eyes and, acting on impulse, Booth pulled her into an energetic hug. He knew in that moment, looking into her excited, happy eyes that they were going to make it to her birthday - they were going to be ok.
