A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating this. College has been a nightmare lately with the amount of homework the teachers have been assigning. Anyway thanks to those who reviewed, added this to their favorites, or added this to their alert list it was greatly appreciated. So without further ado and only slight delay here is chapter 2 of 'Therapy Sessions'. Enjoy. (Posted 11/3/09)
Disclaimer: Sadly my last attempted at getting the rights to Bones failed miserably. Though in my defense I was unprepared for the entire building, which said rights are stored in, to be guarded with hundreds of ninja squirrels. So until I figure out how to defeat those squirrels I still own nothing.
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It wasn't often that Booth got the urge to kill someone. Lately however that desire had been coming more often and he'd been forced to leave his gun in the SUV to avoid shooting Sweets. All week the kid had been going out of his way to accidentally bump into the agent and attempt to question him further about this recent development in his relationship with Bones. More than once he had slammed his office door in the kids face just to get away. Looking over at his partner Booth wasn't surprised to see her looking perfectly calm and focused even though her long time friend Angela sat across from her wearing a grin that just spoke of mischief.
Dr. Lance Sweets knew about his strengths and his weaknesses. His strengths lay in his ability to grasp the underlying problems in his patients and understanding people. When it came to Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan all his years of college proved useless in getting either to talk about anything relevant. This is why he had gone with his initial notion of having Ms. Montenegro lead today's session. If anyone could get Dr. Brennan to talk about why she was making out with Booth so heavily at the end of the last session, and in front of him none the less, it would be her.
'Damn Sweets why did he have to bring Angela in on this. I didn't want her to find out about me and Booth till months from now. Knowing her she'll tell Hodgins and Cam who'll tell the interns, and eventually my dad will find out. God I do not need him pressuring me for grandkids at this time. It was embarrassing enough the last time he brought it up. Oh fuck she'll probably want to know all the details about my sexual relationship with Booth. Sure I didn't mind telling her about past encounters with my other partners, but if she finds out how much he affects me…ahh bad Temperance! It was remembering that first night with Booth that practically had me taking him in front of Sweets. Thank god his SUV was parked in that blind spot.'
'Oh my God is Temperance drooling? She is! Maybe Booth is more of a stud muffin than even I thought.' Out of the corner of her eyes Angela let her eyes take in Booth's impressive physic for later fantasizing. 'Oh I am definitely going to get every last juicy detail from you Sweetie even if I have to handcuff you to your chair. I'll have to be sure to properly thank Sweets later for this. Maybe by giving him a few tips that I'm sure Daisy will love. Heck a few of them will probably have them spending the entire weekend in bed. Okay she's probably stewed enough time to get started.'
"Ok Sweets here thought it best if I was in charge of this week's session. He feels that I am more likely to get the honest truth out of the two of you. So let's start this off with something simple Sweetie given the chance which male celebrity would you most like to sleep with?"
"Huhwhat?" Dr. Temperance Brennan was pulled from her thoughts about her partner as she looked at her friend trying to process the question. "Which male celebrity would I most like to sleep with? I definitely have to go with David Boreanaz." Temperance Brennan got a faraway look in her eyes as she fantasized about the hunky male lead of her and Booth's favorite television show.
Angela had a similar faraway look in her eyes as she remembered a particular episode that had shown the man's bare chest. Mentally shaking herself Angela turned to Booth. "Ok Booth what female celebrity would you most like to sleep with?"
Booth scoffed at Angela's question visibly relaxing at the familiar friendly banter. "As if you don't already know the answer. Emily Deschanel hands down."
"Then with that out of the way. Sweetie tell me what happened after the barroom brawl?"
Dr. Brennan hesitated for a moment her mind going into overdrive as she thought what best to tell and not tell her friend. "After the brawl well we headed back to the hotel after the police got done questioning everyone. They almost wanted to haul Booth in for questioning though they changed their minds when they found out he was FBI."
"It wasn't because I flashed my badge or anything." Booth interjected "They knew my actions were justified and likely just wanted me to clarify what occurred."
"So they wanted to haul you off, but what about Dr. Brennan?" Sweets queried leaning forward in his seat.
"The officers simply took my statements and requested my autograph. Seems the law enforcers in Georgia are big fans of my novels. Anyway when we got to the hotel all I wanted to do was shower and head to bed. Unfortunately a water pipe burst on my floor so everyone staying in the building couldn't access their rooms for several hours while management attempted to deal with the problem. After which they let us back into the building and I went to bed." Finished Bones nonchalantly leaned back in her seat. Her eyes flicked momentarily over to Booth as she mentally reviewed what she didn't want to tell Angela about that night.
Getting up from her chair Angela kneeled on the floor in front of Dr. Brennan. Crossing her arms over the startled woman's lap Angela lay her head down and stared up at her friend. "Sweetie I've been your friend for a long time now and you still need to work on your lying." Looking over her shoulder at the young psychiatrist she was pleased to see him nod in agreement. "See even Sweets knew you were lying. So…" Moving one of her arms free Angela began to idly run her finger tips up and down her friend's legs in an effort to distract the Forensic Anthropologist and prevent further lying. "…why don't you tell us what really happened?"
Mentally Temperance shook her head trying to free herself from the distracting pleasure her friend was giving her. She was beginning to regret telling Angela how difficult it was for her to function mentally whenever she had sex. Now her friend was using that knowledge against her and Temperance was finding it more difficult to come up with plausible lies and to remember what she didn't want to tell the artist. "The hotel wouldn't allow the guests to stay on that floor. They tried to accommodate everyone with new rooms, but they ran out. So Booth and I had to share a hotel room for the last night of the trip." Unbidden she began remembering that night with Booth at the hotel.
A/N: I know really evil place for me to stop, but since next chapter is mostly going to be Brennan's memory of her first night with Booth I felt it was the best place to end this chapter. Not to mention that I still have homework to do, and I still need to get ready for the Civil War Battle this afternoon. Here's hoping my years of RTS gaming give me an edge over my fellow classmates, and that my allies know what they're doing. Anyway please let me know what you think and feel free to give suggestions or ideas. And remember reviews make authors happy, and happy authors are productive authors.