Sorry i've been neglecting all of my stories lately but i'm in two plays this summer! Yeah, Two! And I've had horrible writer's block, but I think I know what to write about and I think you will all like it. So, please enjoy!
Chapter One: The Bar (Brennan POV)
I sat there with him, feeling very guilty for what I was about to do. But, I mean, he does deserve it. He punched out a frickin' judge, for God's sake (Lord, please forgive me). I mean even if he is a genius that did hire my best friend, who is an awesome artist, and who greatly appreciates it, and he's so frickin' hot, it's not even funny...what was I talking about again? Oh, right! I have to fire him and I can bet it won't be pretty but I've been wrong before, though not very often.
So, to make it easier on myself, I brought him to a bar. My favorite bar, in fact. The one with the pool table that I usually can't stay away from. But tonight, oddly enough, I find myself unable to stay away from him, as we shoot drinks, which could be drunk just as easily if we were playing pool, if not easier. But it doesn't look like he's very interested in pool either, considering he won't shut up about the case, which happens to be the first that he's worked on that had anything to do with modern day, making me feel even guiltier about what I'm about to do, so I do what I do best. I shut him up.
"Bones." I say, using the nickname that I'd come up with less than twenty-four hours ago, yet he still looks up at the sound of it. I smile warmly at him. "Can you please stop talking about the case for a minute and relax? Have a drink." I poured some more tequila in his glass and mine and we downed our drinks, then he begins to talk about the hardest liquor he's ever had, while as a Grad student. I forget the name now, because I was too interested in his large brown eyes and the words that seemed to spill out of my mouth in that instant.
"You're fired." I said, stopping him cold.
"What?" He asked. "Why?"
"Because you punched out a federal judge." I explained, smiling like a fool.
"But you said it was hot." he argued.
I smiled wider. "Because it was."
He smiled too, and we sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, before he leaned in. "You know, if we don't work together anymore, we can have sex." He said this in such a way, that my entire mind blanked except for one thing.
"I'll call a cab."
When we got outside, we were holding hands, and the cab was pulling up. I waved for it to stop. "Hold the cab a minute, please." he called, then turned to me. He was a couple of inches taller than me, but I could easily see into his large brown eyes, that were searching mine frantically.
"What are you doing?" I asked, breathlessly.
"I think there's something you should know about me..." he said, looking down a little.
"What? That you're a descendent of John Wilkes Booth? I know that already. It's okay." I said, raising his chin so that he would look into my eyes again.
"How...?" he asked.
"I did my research." I smiled warmly at him.
He smiled back. "Can you keep that to yourself? Nobody else is aware of that fact."
I nodded. "I have something I think I should tell you, too. I...have a gambling addiction."
His face seemed to be getting closer as he spoke. "Why did you feel the need to tell me that?" he said, almost in a breathless whisper.
"Because I feel like this is going somewhere." I said, inching closer as well.
"Why do you feel this is going somewhere?" he asked, getting closer.
"Because I feel...like I'm gonna kiss you now..." and with that his lips came crashing down on mine. It was the most passionate, heartfelt, spark-flying, heart-stopping kiss I'd ever shared with anybody.
And it was over way too soon.
Muahahahahahahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Okay, not really because y'all know what happens next. Next will be Booth's point of view. Until then, please REVIEW!