Dedicated to the One I Love
Chapter 3
Brennan had listened to the whole song play before raising tearful eyes to her concerned friends. "I just wasn't expecting to hear that song. I'm fine," she told her friends.
They all smiled sympathetically. "Are you going to send a reply?," Angela asked.
"Should I?"
"Yes," Cam answered. All eyes turned to her. "Does that song mean something to you?"
"Yes, it's the song Booth and I danced to at my high school reunion," Brennan told Cam.
Angela and Cam shared a look. "You should send a reply that means something to both of you," they chorused.
Brennan considered this for several seconds before nodding. She scrolled through the song bank until she found what Booth had dubbed "their" song.
Jack watched her with sparkling blue eyes. "What did you choose?"
Brennan smiled. "I sent our song," she replied simply.
They all stared at her. "You have a song?," Jack asked.
She answered a simple, "Yes."
They waited for her to elaborate, and when she didn't, Angela prodded. "Well, what is it, Sweetie?"
"Hot Blooded by Foreigner."
Her three friends looked at her and then at each other.
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In Booth's apartment…
Hannah sat with Booth on the couch, watching the rest of the Phillies game. They sat close enough for Hannah to rest her head against Booth's chest as he circled her upper body with his arm. Booth took the last swig of his beer and sat the empty bottle on the coffee table.
"I'm going to get a snack. Do you want something?," Hannah asked, moving away from him and standing. He shook his head and she walked in the direction of the kitchen.
His eyes followed her retreating form until she disappeared from his sight. His phone beeped the arrival of a new text, and he looked at it curiously. He scooped up his phone and hit the button to view the text. The opening beat of Hot Blooded came through the speaker, and he couldn't help the wide, happy grin that spread across his face. He let the song play, reliving the last time they had "performed" this song.
He was interrupted in his reverie by Hannah coming back into the room. She held a bowl of pretzels in one hand and two beers in the other. She heard the song and saw the wide smile on his face. But what caused her pause in her approach was the look of complete happiness on his face that she had never seen before. She watched him for several seconds, before shaking herself out of her shock. "Is that a new ring tone?," she asked.
Booth jerked at her voice, like he'd been caught peeping at another woman. He quickly hit end on his phone and tucked it out of sight. "No, just a text from a friend."
She held out a beer to him, and settled back onto the couch. "Oh, well that's nice. It looked like it made you happy to hear from your friend."
"Yeah," he agreed, nodding slightly. "It's always great to hear from that friend." His hand searched for the hidden phone, and when he found it, he traced his thumb over the screen prolonging the memory the song provoked.