Brotherly Love?
By wired2damoon
Chapter 13: Dirty Dancing and Sleeping Situations
A/N: Just a head's up, this is going to be a LONG chapter! Thankies to everyone who has reviewed so far, it means the world to me! Here's more Tony+Roxie action for you!
The glossy, red lipstick passed swiftly over the plump bottom lip, coating it with a crimson hint.
As she put the finishing touches to her make-up, Temperance Brennan took a step back to view herself in the hotel mirror.
'This seems like an appropriate attire for a club' she thought to herself before smoothing down her blood-red dress with the 'generous' plunging neck-line.
She reached down and picked up the new black heels Angela had bought her.
She grimaced slightly as she remembered what her best friend had said when she gave them to her.
"These sweetie are what we ladies like to call 'fuck-me-heels'. I'm sure Booth will appreciate them…have a nice time now…"
Brennan rolled her eyes as her friends words rang in her ears. She slipped her slender feet delicately into them, closed the clasp and straightened up.
"Hey Bones are you nearly ready? I'd like to get to the club before the next ice-age!" the aggravated tone of her partner wafting through the bathroom door.
"Its highly doubtful that there will be another ice-age Booth…with global warming the polar ice-caps are melting and the earth's magma is-"
"-Well the next millennium then!" Booth interjected abruptly interrupting Brennan's eco-warrior rant.
"But that takes a thousand years Booth!"
"My point exactly Bones!"
Upon hearing her partner's "witty" remark, Temperance huffed angrily and retched the door open suddenly, causing her partner (who was leaning on the door impatiently) to come crashing into her, his chest connecting with her's.
"Woah!" Booth exclaimed in surprise as he struggled to right himself, but was finding it difficult.
"Ow, ow, ow Booth don't move! My hair is caught in your shirt button", Brennan hissed, her soft, delicate fingers reaching up in an attempt to free her hair from the irritable button.
If she were to look up, the great scientist would only then realise how close she and her partner actually were.
Seeley Booth's mouth had dropped open significantly and his eyes began burning with an intense passion as he looked down at his partner's face, screwed up in concentration as she tried to release her hair.
He felt utterly breathless…
"There!" she exclaimed with relief, as her hair was pulled free. Only then she look up.
The blue eyes met the brown and the were utterly lost in each other.
It seemed as if all the oxygen from the room had evaporated and the Brennan began struggling from breath.
There, right in front of her, a mere half an inch away, was her partner, and most importantly, her partner's lips, that lay utterly unclenched…
If she were just to lean up on her tip toes she could just about…
NO!
"Uh…you ready to go?" Brennan asked, shaking her head and taking a large step back from him, her eyes looking everywhere but at him.
Again, if the great scientist were to look up, she would have seen her partner look slightly crestfallen, rejected, disappointed, hurt…
Seeley cleared his throat loudly. "Yeah sure Bones, uh…let's go…"
Temperance drew a deep sigh as she saw Booth step out of the en suite bathroom and back into the bedroom.
She followed him out silently and watched his broad muscles flex under his shirt as he threw on his brown jacket.
Her eyes travelled down his body for a moment, before she realised that she was staring and she snapped her gaze back up to the back of his head.
Booth turned around to meet her gaze and there was a moment's silence.
After a second (or maybe several years) of a hanging glance, Seeley spoke softly in his Tony accent, "so, you ready Roxie?"
Brennan smirked a little as they made their way out the door, taking his arm gently as she replied in her best what she thought was a Clara Bow impression, "yeah sure Tony, let's go…"
One thing was sure…tonight was definitely going to be interesting…
People were everywhere, their bodies rocking and bumping into each other as they moved to the pumping music, blasting throughout the large club.
Strobe lights flickered on the dance floor, basking everything in a strange orange glow, the pink, then yellow…
A couple, man and woman, walked confidently into the abode, looking around themselves with interest.
No one passed any remarks on them, they looked the same as every other couple there…a handsome, tall, muscular man and a beautiful, slender, long-legged woman.
"So…who are we looking for?" asked the woman, her lips a mere inch from her companion's ear.
The man shifted slightly as if he was unsure of their close contact but soon relaxed into it.
"Ella, Mike's girlfriend. She works as a bar-tender here…and apparently, she told Jared that Mike got in a fight with the owner of this joint two days before he disappeared so he's on our check-out list too…" he murmured, a tough, New-York sounding accent omitting from his lips.
The woman, (who would inform anyone who asked that her name was Roxie Bledel), nodded her head slightly, her sea-blue eyes darting around her.
The man, her companion (who would inform anyone that asked that he was Tony Scallion), wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and drew her close, murmuring confidently (upon spotting a small blonde that fit Ella Banks description behind the bar ), "I'm just gonna go grab us some drinks hunny, you stay here and…mingle…"
Roxie nodded and watched intently as Tony walked away from her towards the bar.
She glanced around herself for a moment, her eyes flickering from couple to couple, each grinding against each other in time with the music, and smirked with interest.
The anthropologist inside her saw this as a fantastic opportunity from an anthropologic study, that was completely unnoticeable and coy to the rest of the world of course.
For the scientist knew that there was no way Roxie Bledel would ever be interested in anthropology…therefore she would be sure not to blow her cover…
In her observations she would just have to be sly…
Tony Scallion made his way across the edge of the dance-floor, his confident walk and charming smile turning the heads of all the females in close vicinity.
He winked at a group of woman standing by the bar, and immediately a rush of high-pitched giggles omitted from the group.
Shaking his head to himself, Tony stopped at the bar, folded his arms on the counter and leaned forward slightly.
"A scotch on the rocks please," he said confidently to the woman he knew was Ella Banks.
"Sure thing hunny, anything you want…" she replied playfully, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.
Oh yeah…I so still got it… Booth thought smugly.
"So…you're not from around here are ya darlin'?" the young woman named Ella asked, her beaming smile glistening as she slid his scotch across the bar.
"No I'm not, neither are you by the sound of it", Booth murmured in reply, cocking his head in that charming way of his.
Ella Banks blushed deeply at his expression and her smile grew even wider. "No, I'm not, born and raised in Tennessee".
Booth nodded, knowing that he was doing well with his small-talk ploy.
"So…you got a name or do I just call you the beautiful bar tender?" he asked, knowing fully well it was a cheap shot, but his gut told him it'd work.
And sure thing it did. Ella laughed, waving her hand at him. "Oh you're too much! It's Ella, Ella Banks", she finished holding out her hand in greeting.
Booth's eyes searched her's as he reached out and shook her hand.
"I'm Tony, Tony Scallion…" he smirked, not once taking his eyes off her. It would take all his charm to get the information he wanted.
Meanwhile, as her partner chatted-up the hot bar-tender, Brennan amused herself by sitting down at a round table and ordering herself a martini, there was no telling how long Booth would take "getting drinks".
Her soft, blue eyes scanned the room, mentally drinking in all the goings-on about.
It wasn't long after her second sip of the sweet drink did she feel someone approach her.
"And what is such a beauty as yourself doing sitting here all alone?" came the suave voice from behind her.
Brennan had to grit her teeth in order to stop herself from remarking coldly at being referred to as a "beauty" as she realised it would blow her cover. Instead, she took a deep, calming, breath and spun slowly around in her chair.
"Well I don't know tiger, why is such a handsome, rugged guy like yourself not already accompanied by such a beauty?" she replied, her voice as smooth as honey in her best Roxie accent.
"That is the question isn't it doll?…care to dance?" the short, balding, pot-bellied man asked, extending his chubby hand for Brennan to take.
It was very unlike her to accept a dance from a stranger, especially from a man who just called her 'doll'.
But today she was not the logical, rational, highly-intelligent Temperance Brennan. No, today she was the cheeky, coy, confidently-beautiful Roxie Bledel who was ready to take on the world!
She stared at the hand for a moment, her brain working a mile a minute. Could he be the man Mike got in a fight with? He didn't seem like he was able to hurt a new-born puppy…but there was only one way to find out…
"Sure, sugar", she murmured, plastering a fake grin onto her beautiful face, before standing up and taking his hand, trying to ignore the fact that he was squeezing it rather tightly and she towered over him by at least three inches…
A raunchy, slow song started up as Brennan and her mystery man entered the dance floor.
The man spun her suddenly and dragged her into him, pulling her plush against his chest, which resulted in her having to bend her knees slightly.
"So…you got a name?" the man asked, standing up fully, his lips an inch away from Brennan's ear as they swayed to the music, the guy's hands resting a little to low on Brennan's back.
Brennan had to refrain from grimacing. She was just thankful that he couldn't see her face as it was turned to the side.
"Yeah, its Roxanne, Roxanne Bledel, but you can call me Roxie", she responded, in what she hoped was a flirtatious tone.
Maybe this was a man she could squeeze information out of…and beat to a pulp if she had to…
"So…do you have a name?" she asked, this time leaning her head back so he could look into her face.
He smirked softly at her actions and gripped his told on her waist a little tighter with one hand, as the other stroked her arm.
"The name's Steve, Steve Davis, I own this joint", he replied, digging his hip into her's in time with the music.
So this was the man after all…Brennan couldn't help but smile, she had read someone right for once!
The anthropologist could tell that the mention of his club was typical male assertion. He was trying to impress her by showing her his assets…he certainly didn't have anything else to offer her, and he knew it!
"Wow…it must be hard work managing this place all by yourself…" Brennan mumbled with fake awe, stroking his ego gently with her words as she wound her arms around his neck, completely unaware as how to engage in what she knew was to be "dirty dancing".
Steve shifted slightly, his eyes closing for a fraction before replying, "yeah it is…but I got staff…"
Brennan rolled her eyes, this guy was really something. First, he was flaunting his assets and now he was bragging about his dominance. Typical alpha-male tendencies… more common in men who lacked certain qualities, such as a handsome physique and large reproductive organs…
"You seem to have a lot of people to look after in this line of work, you must get terribly…frustrated…" she cooed, her voice almost coming out in a purring sound as she felt his hands begin to stroke her back, his hip rolling against her's once more.
Steve seemed to catch on to what she was getting at and he beamed widely, one gold incisor visible amongst his overly-whitened teeth.
"Well…I have…ways to deal with my frustration…" he mumbled into her ear, his voice getting rather strained as Brennan suddenly bucked her hip, connecting with his sharply.
Brennan was now beginning to realise that Steve was getting aroused by this mere conversation and mild actions, it made her smirk at the thought.
'Booth's not the only one that's still got it' she thought devilishly, trying to ignore her horrible grammar.
"Such as?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at him, whilst silently thinking, "watching your staff beat Mike Johnston to death?".
Suddenly Steve's faced broke out into a smile and he mumbled excitedly, "let me show you something", before practically dragging Brennan off the dance floor.
Brennan severely fought the urge to kick him in the testicles as he pulled her roughly with him.
She scanned the room desperately for Booth, confunded by the dilemma.
Would she go with this man and see whatever he had to show her? It could be important to the case after all…
Or, did she go for the latter and kick him in the testicles, hard, and risk blowing her cover?
It seemed though, that she was not the one to make that decision.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" came the extremely angered tone of none other Tony Scallion.
Brennan whirled around wildly, her mouth hanging open in shock as she saw Booth storm over towards them, his eyes looking murderous.
"And who the hell are you?" Steve Davis spat, his hand still firmly wrapped around Brennan's bare arm tightly.
"Doesn't matter who I am buddy, all you need to know is that the woman you got in the gorilla-grip of yours is mine", barked Booth, his eyes flashing dangerously, as he stepped ever-closer to the shorter man, towering over him considerably.
Brennan's blood began to boil. She wanted nothing more then to hit Booth as she heard him refer to her as 'his'.
But then she realised that it was all an act and Booth was just doing what Tony Scallion would do. He was acting jealous because another man was hitting on his 'engaged-to-be-engaged' fiancé.
"Hey, buddy, I don't see your name written all over her so why don't you just back off, before I call security", Steve squeaked, his bravery faltering considerably at Booth's advances.
Brennan couldn't help but smirk. The poor, little guy looked like he was ready to pee his pants…
"Heh…" Booth laughed, "too afraid to face me on your own little man?" he asked, taking another step towards Steve and leaning down so that his nose was a mere inch from his.
Steve gulped nervously. His little, beady eyes were now bulging to the size of saucers as Booth drew another breath and hissed dangerously low, "now you be a good little boy and take your grubby mitts off my fiancé".
Steve let out a nervous breath and released Brennan from his grip immediately.
Booth nodded in satisfactory, and stood forward to wrap his arms around Brennan protectively.
The anthropologist bit her lip so hard she thought it would begin to bleed. She was furious!
Steve's saucer-like eyes darted from one to the other nervously, as if waiting for something bad to happen.
Booth continued to stare at Steve, his chocolate brown eyes piercing and slit.
When the tension became too much, Steve practically burst and became utterly flustered and flushed a deep crimson.
"I…I'll just g-go get some-some drinks for you and your…lovely lady…" he mumbled, before darting away like a frightened rabbit towards the bar.
Brennan and Booth watched him go, Booth's arm still firmly around his partner's waist.
Once she saw Steve dip into the back of the club, Brennan retched herself away from Booth and slapped him hard on the shoulder.
"What the hell was that?!" she almost screamed, fighting to let her voice be heard over the pumping music.
Booth seemed shocked by Brennan's sudden outburst, but after a moment he recovered and trudged over to the table Brennan vacated and sat down heavily, letting out an irritated sigh
"What do you mean what was that? For god's sake Bones, I leave you alone for five minutes and you're already going into the back for a quicky with Donald Thrump!"
Brennan's mouth dropped open with outrage. Her hands began to shake with anger.
"How dare you…I was not doing anything of the sort! I was merely trying to find out…information…" she hissed quietly, sitting down beside him so that he could hear her.
"Yeah, I heard sleeping with someone is the best way to get them to sing like a bird…" Booth muttered angrily to himself, but Brennan heard him nonetheless.
"Ugh! You are unbelievable! At least I was being helpful! All you did was refer to me as 'yours' and assert your male dominance over me! How does that help our case exactly?"
"Because, I was acting my part! There is no way Tony would let Roxie get hit on by some creep old enough to be her father and short enough to be mistaken for a Seven-Dwarf!"
In the midst of their argument, Brennan and Booth had turned to each other with fury, and glared at each other intensely as their words grew more heated.
Their eyes were burning with passion as their gazes sunk deeply into each other, their breaths ragged as they fought to control their tempers.
A minute passed in utter silence (despite the booming club music) as the two partners glared, jaws set, their noses mere inches away from the other.
Suddenly just when Booth thought he could take it any longer, a small smile twitched Brennan's lips so that they turned up slightly at the sides.
"That description was rather accurate Booth. He does resemble a dwarf, Dopey I'd say…"
Booth chuckled loudly, all his anger suddenly evaporating as her words sunk in.
"Yeah you're right Bones, but I'm surprised you even know who Dopey is…"
"Of course I know Dopey! But I admit Snow White was never a favourite. I always thought she was too domestic and such a damsel in distress! She was too dependent and it disgusts me that she needed a Prince in her life to be happy…" Brennan ranted, completely unaware the Booth was now completely gaping at her.
Seeley couldn't help but let his mind form a picture of the beautiful woman sitting beside him, dressed up as a princess and wrapping her slender, cream arms around his waist of his shinning armour as they rode a white horse off into the sunset…
He couldn't help but wonder if Brennan really needed a prince in her life to be happy…
Shaking his head considerably to will the un-partner-like thoughts away, Booth blurted hurriedly (for merely something to do) "so Roxie, would you do me the honour of giving me this dance?"
Brennan looked sideways at Booth and to his extended hand.
She could easily say no. She was at no liberty to dance with Booth. Yes, they were supposed to be a couple but who's to say that meant they had to dance?
"Yes…" she replied before her mind could formulate a reason why she shouldn't.
Taking her hand gently, (a lot more gently then Steve, Brennan noticed) Booth let her out onto the dance floor where the chorus of an old Frank Sinatra song was playing.
"I've got a crush on you…sweetie-pie…"
Brennan shook her head as she heard the lyrics. It really was an odd song to play at a club, but what she failed to notice earlier that they were signs posted around the place saying in bold writing:
Couples Night.
Rolling her eyes at the irony, Brennan took Booth's right hand, placed her left on his shoulder and made room for him to put his on her waist.
Seeley Booth certainly wasn't the type of man who danced dirty with her. Temperance couldn't help but wonder if she was relieved or disappointed about that fact...
"You do know you blew it don't you?" she smirked as they began to sway to the music, never taking their eyes off each other's gazes.
"What do you mean?" Booth asked, truly confused.
"That was the owner of the club! I thought you wanted to press him for information? Now you've scared him off and drawn attention to yourself…" Brennan explained as if she were talking his five year old son.
Booth rolled his eyes at his partner's tone but just smirked smugly, "don't you worry hunny, I haven't blown anything…"
Now it was Brennan's turn to be confused.
"What-"
"-He isn't the owner of the club", Booth interjected.
"What-"
"-He was just trying to impress you"
"But-"
"He thought you were hot and wanting to make you believe he was a hot-shot."
Brennan was growing irritated as Booth kept interrupting her, and the fact that she was wrong about Steve after all…
"So how-"
"-We're gonna come back tomorrow and talk to Ella again. She invited me to a private function tomorrow night…" he trailed off.
Brennan glared at him.
"So I'm allowed to talk now am I?" she asked angrily as Booth just grinned at her.
He nodded and smiled wider.
"Yeah sure hunny, go ahead", he laughed, watching intently as Brennan's face grew red with anger.
Suddenly her foot flew out and her 'fuck-me-heels' connected sharply with her partner's foot.
"OW!" Booth hissed, gripping Brennan's hand tightly and glaring at her as his eyes began to sting.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked in a hushed tone as a few people began to stare at them.
Brennan only smirked with satisfaction.
"Tony or not, you cannot tell me when and when not to speak, I always speak my mind, tiger…"
Booth let out an angry puff of breath as the romantic song continued playing in the background. He reached forward and pulled her close again.
God did she know how to make his blood-pressure sky-rocket…
"So…she already invited you to a party?" Brennan asked after several moments of more angered silence.
Booth nodded, trying to ignore how good it felt to hold her in his arms.
"Yeah…she seems surprisingly forward for a woman whose boyfriend just disappeared…"
"You think that's suspicious?" asked his partner, her head cocking to one side with interest, and pressing her lips extremely close to his ear so she wouldn't be over-heard.
Booth smirked and leaned in closer to her, feeling his partner's heart beat against his.
"Yeah, very suspicious…either that or I'm just a really good catch!"
Brennan rolled her eyes to the ceiling as Booth continued to smirk smugly at her.
"You really do have an over-large ego Booth!"
"Yeah well…I have many overly large things-"
"Booth! I never mentioned penis size!"
"Neither did I Bones…geez I was just talking about my '66 mustang. Get your mind outta the gutter!" Booth grinned truly enjoying himself now.
Brennan flushed a deep crimson. Roxie was really beginning to have an effect on her it seemed.
The partner's lapsed into another silence, although this time it was comfortable as they danced slowly together, their bodies just as close as any other the couples there and their coy smiles and stolen glances the same as any lovers'.
This was turning out to be one hell of a night.
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because its…its weird!"
"Booth! You're being childish!"
"I am not being childish Bones! I'm perfectly fine on the couch thank you!" Seeley Booth spat at his partner as they stood arguing at the end of the bed back at their hotel room.
"I don't see why you're making a big deal out of this Booth. We are too grown adults, I don't see why we can't share a bed-"
"Because Bones it'd be too-"
"-Sexual?"
"BONES!"
"Booth its like I said, we're too grown adults! We're perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed without it feeling sexual!" Brennan rationalised, stepping closer to Booth, who in turned stepped away.
"Why are you pushing this Bones? Do you want me to sleep with you or something?" Booth asked, sounding joking at first, but his eyes widened after a moment when he realised how that must of sounded.
The room was engulfed with a chilling silence.
Brennan's eyes shown with something Booth couldn't entirely place before she responded, "I just don't want you moaning in the morning about having a sore neck or back or whatever…I was merely thinking of my own sanity!"
Seeley nodded. Was it just him or did she not actually deny that she wanted to sleep with him?
Shaking his head vigorously, he grumbled softly, "well that's very considerate of you".
Temperance gathered up her stuff and stormed to the bathroom shouting over her shoulder, "I'm going to change for bed, don't blame me if you wake up in the morning feeling like you slept on concrete, you can't say I didn't offer an alternative".
Booth grimaced as she slammed the door.
And what an alternative it was…wow…he was an idiot…
Jared Booth hissed as his arms were pulled roughly over his head.
Mike patted him hand on the back as he successfully retrieved the blood-soaked shirt from his former friend.
"That'll do nicely man, thanks…" he mumbled, his manic grin, nearly glowing in the early morning light.
Jared glanced up from where he was bound to a wooden chair to where Mike stood over him.
"W-What d-do y-you n-need m-my s-shirt f-for?" he stuttered, feeling the cold set in immediately.
Instead of replying Mike merely turned from Jared and addressed one of his minions, his voice filled with a mixture of glee and hatred.
"Mulroy. Mail this with all the instructions to the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington and address it to a Special Agent Seeley Booth…"
A/N: Wow that was long! Phew! Thank god I can stop typing now! Please reward me for my hard work and sore fingers! Eww…that sounded…weird… you know what I meant though, right? XD