A/N: I have no idea why i like street lamps no much. Heres chapter 3 for you lovely reviewers hands cookies out to all those who have reviewed you guys keep me writing :D
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They say that dead men have no friends. Like when the street lamp goes out, and everybody leaves it alone.
This is how Dr Temperance Brennan found herself now. The man she thought dead for two weeks, Special Agent Seeley Booth, had appeared out of nowhere. He chosen to do this at his funeral of all places. Rolling around on the ground, fighting with god knows who, he had knocked over his own casket to reveal a dummy. She grabbed the arm of said dummy, and proceeded to intoduce it to Mr. god knows who.
Moments later, after the previously dead man had greeted her with a simple 'Bones, nice shot', followed quickly by a puzzled 'What?', there were now two dummies lying on the ground, and one very annoyed forensic anthropologist walking away with a sore fist. How could he believe that he could just walk back into her life with a simple greeting after being dead for two weeks?
He chased after her all the way back to the Jeffersonian. He was a dead man, and she was not friends with the dead. She may speak for them, but she wasn't going to take them out for coffee.
She didn't care if she was meant to have known. She didn't care is she was at the top of the list. She didn't care what Sweets though was behind her acti… Passion? He thought she had decked him because of her passion? What? No. She had punched him out of anger and frustration and confliction and simply because it was either that or kiss him.
Ok, ok so Sweets was right. Typical.