Booth's Prank
As they exited the Founding Fathers Booth took Brennan's hand and pulled her to him for a kiss before putting his arm around her shoulders to walk her back to the Jeffersonian. Brennan's arm moved around his waist even as she said. "Booth you don't need to walk me back. I can make my way on my own."
Booth pulled back, taking her hand again was he walked backwards to face her. "Bones I want to walk you back to work before heading back to the Hoover. Indulge me for a bit won't you?" Brennan just smiled and nodded as they continued on.
As they reached the entrance to the Jeffersonian that led most directly to the Medio-Legal lab they exchanged a quick parting kiss. "I'll head to the Hoover and finish up that work I have and I'll be back here to pick you up. Just text me when you're ready to head home."
"The paperwork I have shouldn't take long; 45 minutes at the most. I want to get home and tuck the kids into bed, and relieve Max. He's had them since he picked Christine up from school and Hank from daycare."
"That'll give me enough time. I'll be back here in 45 minutes." Booth replied, then watched Brennan head through the doors. He then started walking in the direction of the Hoover building whistling tunelessly as he went. He turned the corner and stopped, looking back to make sure she hadn't come back out. When he was sure the coast was clear he headed to a side entrance where he'd arranged to meet up with Wendell.
He found Wendell waiting for him, pacing nervously. When he saw Booth he stopped pacing and started speaking in a rush. "I don't know if I can do this Booth. She could destroy me." Wendell nervously shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat, pulled them out again, and then clasped them together. "I mean you're my friend and I want to help you, but she holds my future career in her hands. If she decides to blame me I could be destroyed."
Booth smiled his most charming smile and soothed Wendell. "Don't worry; she's not going to blame you for this. I promise it'll all work out fine. She doesn't hold grudges, and if she's angry at anyone it'll be me not you."
"Yeah, but you're her husband, she loves you. I'm just a lowly intern and she has several of us, what's one less."
Booth slapped Wendell on the back. "Stop worrying it'll be just fine. You deliver the gurney hand her the clipboard and disappear. I'll take it from there, and you'll be out of the line of fire."
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Booth lay as still as possible, breathing softly so as not to cause movement in the cloth covering; the mask did help with that. He could barely hear Wendell and Bones over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. From what he could tell Wendell was doing a good job following the script, he just hoped Wendell didn't sound as nervous to Bones as he sounded to Booth's ears.
As the cloth was pulled back and he jumped up he heard Bones scream. Yes! He'd gotten her back, it worked. He was elated and was crowing over his success in pranking her when she pulled the rug out from under him talking about firing Wendell. Oh no! He'd made promises. His brain scrambled, how could he stop this from happening. Then whew, she admitted she was just pranking him again and wasn't going to fire Wendell. He really was happy, enjoying himself. He loved when they could be carefree in this manner…then he stopped. "You're really not going to punish Wendell, right?"
"No Booth, I'm not going to do anything to Wendell. I know from experience just how difficult it is resist you when you really want something. You can be very convincing when you want something. I can't expect others to deny you when even I can't say no to you."
Booth preened at hearing this. "Yeah? Well let me tell you about this idea I have for later tonight."