Well, it took me some time... :) Sorry, but I had school. Speaking of which... Our teacher gave as a working sheet on which this proverb is written: (roughly translated) ~He, who truly loves, doesn't tell about it to other people, but is silent and gentle, so only one heart can hear him.~ From this I conclude that Booth doesn't truly love Hannah :D (Like you haven't figoured that out on your own)
Thanks A LOT to Boneslover10 for help!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
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After an awkward morning of only talking about work…
Betsy, the waitress's POV:
I saw Agent Booth coming through the door of our lovely little dining place. He's our regular costumer and he comes by at least four times a week; mostly in the company of his partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan. That time, though, he came with a pretty blonde lady. She began coming here with him about six months ago, but I couldn't remember her name…
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"Won't we sit by the window?" The woman had asked, pointing towards the seat Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan would have taken usually. He never sat in that same spot if she wasn't there. It was no different that time:
"No!"
Everyone looked at them, as he said it a bit too loud. Quickly, he pulled together an explanation:
"The sun is pretty strong today… Let's sit here, Hannah."
Oh! I recalled her name soon. Angela, I think she works with the partners, had talked to Dr. Brennan about her on a couple of occasions.
Booth pointed to the corner of the Diner, which had very little light and surely satisfied his not- to-sunny criteria. He earned a weird look from Hannah, but she sat down on the opposite side of him anyways. I was happy they took that booth, because it was only five feet to the left of my bar. I could hear each word that came out of their mouths.
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"How come Temperance couldn't make it? What's your new case about?"
He shifted nervously.
"Well, the case seems like it's going to wrap up quite quickly, so she decided to do a bit of extra work to close it as soon as possible…" His left leg was twitching up and down; he was lying! She obviously didn't notice… I decided it was the right time to take their order.
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"Agent Booth, what can I offer you today? We have fresh apple pie!"
"That sounds great. Thank you, Betsy."
He gave me a charming smile and turned towards his… I assumed she was his girlfriend? It was strange to call her like that; I always considered Dr. Brennan as his special person, I mean, he most certainly loves her!
"I'll have it too!"
She said enthusiastically. We booth looked at her surprised. Dr. Brennan never ate pie, no matter how often he offered it to her (trust me, he made that offer MANY times) and Hannah didn't even need one…
"Is something wrong?"
She had asked, noticing our glances. We both muttered 'no' and I left them on their own.
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"What were we talking about earlier?"
"Bones, the case,…"
He rattled off what they were discussing before I had interrupted them to take their order.
"Right! Speaking of… why did you start working together?"
I remembered those times! They were arguing all the time, I heard them calling their arguing – 'bickering…'
He wasn't comfortable discussing that topic, it was written all over his face. Even Hannah noticed, but didn't take the question back.
"There was this 'Cleo Eller' case, that required help from an anthropologist and we found the killer really quickly after I consulted with her. The FBI then decided they would probably have a lot higher murder-solving rates if they'd have help from the Jeffersonian forensic team, so they sent me as a liaison. And it works; we have the highest rate per year in the record."
Despite how unsure he was at the beginning, he got a smile on his face as soon as he started to talk about his lovely partner. I got a strange sense of pride myself, as I noticed he's truly proud of their partnership. Hannah didn't look affected in the same way; her face showed no emotion. She looked around at the door that opened and I followed her gaze. Dr. Brennan entered and headed to the counter. I knew Booth had lied to Hannah!
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"Coffee, please" She said politely. Booth instantly turned around at the sound of her voice. With the corner of my eyes I could see the horror crossing his face, as Hannah called out:
"Temperance! Over here."
A similar look crossed Dr. Brennan's face too, only it was even more anxious than Booth's had been.
I put her coffee on the counter and she took it, while reluctantly getting closer to them.
"He said you were busy with the case, so you couldn't come… Are you done with the bones?"
Hannah's voice was somehow suspicious.
Dr. Brennan looked at Booth and met his worried face. She nodded invisibly, obviously knowing exactly what he was worried about – or maybe they were worried for the same reason? With a sharp exhale she nodded again, this time to the girlfriend.
"Yes… I did everything I was able to do, without test results back. I was very busy, Booth told you the truth."
The agent gave her a small smile. Another few minutes of awkward silence followed.
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"Sit down! Seeley was just telling me about the time you two first met."
Hannah had a friendly voice. I still don't know whether she was just pretending, or was actually as oblivious to the whole situation as it appeared. Sitting down, Brennan's eyes widened with surprise. She tensed next to Booth and he reached under the table and touched her knee; a caress that was unnoticed by Hannah apparently.
"Yes, I was telling her about Cleo Eller…"
That, in the combination with his touch, obviously helped her relax a bit.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Hannah spoke out of nowhere.
Hannah excused herself and left for the bathroom, which was very close to their sun-less little booth.
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When Brennan could no longer see Hannah, she looked to Booth and asked:
"Why does Hannah think I was busy? And why did you lie to her about our first case? Gemma's case was our first not Cleo's."
She turned to him with a suspicious expression on her face, while his turned guilty.
"Well, firstly: she asked me to invite you to the Diner with us today, but I thought you would say 'no' because I yelled at you for no reason yesterday… I'm so sorry, it wasn't your fault, I was a jerk. You have a right to be mad at me - and I assumed you still were – so I thought if I'd invite you here, it would be awkward. And it sort of is… "
"It's okay, I shouldn't make jokes about that, and you reacted like anyone else would have."
He gave her an unbelieving look and made a light touch to her arm.
"Did you tell Hannah about the book?" She asked, almost like she was afraid of his answer.
What book? I thought to myself.
"No, I thought, maybe I could tell her now? I mean… she has to know before the book comes out…"
"Seems rational enough… I should probably leave…"
"No! I mean it's your right to leave, but… you could stay."
His voice was almost pleading.
"Okay… I guess I'd have to talk to her about it sooner or later…"
They nodded to each other, like they were convincing themselves that they were doing the right thing.
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I saw the bathroom door closing silently and Hannah was making her way back to their table, when something caught my (and Hannah's) attention.
"Will we tell her about the kiss?"
Wait, what? There was a kiss? They kissed! Oh wow! This just keeps getting better and better! I always thought that there was something going on between those two!
Booth didn't even get a chance to answer, when Hannah, suddenly faking relaxation, sat back on her bench.
"Did someone mention kissing?"
The partners' eyes widened.
Oh, someone sure did! You know exactly what they just said about the kissing too, Blondie! Don't act like you don't know. I wanted to scream those words to the little blonde bimbo that was getting in the way of true love. What the heck is little Blondie up too and where the heck is the popcorn when I need it?
Booth quickly added:
"No,"
"You're lying." Hannah stated matter-of-factly.
"So to make it up to me you have to tell me…"
To be continued…
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I stopped here, so now you can choose which question Hannah asks them (send me a PM or write it in a review). I love reviews; tell me what you think :D
~K
