I don't own Bones or have any rights to "Support Your Local Sheriff".
This story is VERY loosely based on the movie "Support Your Local Sheriff". I will be using the idea of the movie; but, I intend for most of the dialog to be mine. I will also use the names of the people we know and love.
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After Hodgins had arrived at the jail with his gear, Booth left for home, well the mayor's home; but, his home too, until he was ready to leave for Australia.
Arriving at the house, Booth smelled something delicious in the air. Mouth watering, Booth looked into the dining room. Seeing three place settings on the table, Booth smiled. He was hungry and what ever was cooking smelled great.
Max hearing Booth walking around, walked into the dining room and said, "Well, if you're ready to eat, I'll let Tempe know you're here. She started cooking an hour ago. She's a damn fine cook and her future husband will be happy to have her cook for him."
Nodding his head, Booth sat down and waited.
Max, walking into the kitchen said, "Honey, whatever you're cooking smells great. You can bring out the grub whenever you want to."
Nodding, Tempe said, "Sure, Dad. It'll be about ten minutes."
Smiling, Max left the kitchen. He had noticed that Tempe had put on a new dress and had fixed her hair. Normally she cooked their grub in her pants and a shirt, that were usually covered in dirt and dust. It wasn't that his daughter was a slob; it was just that after working all day, neither Max nor Tempe saw any reason for her to change her clothes just to cook. Hoping that Booth was the cause for Tempe's change of clothes, Max felt a sense that maybe this time, just this once, Tempe would finally find a husband. She was twenty five years old and a spinster. Max feared that his little girl would end up all alone in the world when he died and he had been hoping she would find someone that she could love enough to marry. The problem was most men didn't like an independent woman who had a mind of her own. He had raised his daughter to be strong and self reliant. He was just afraid she was too strong and too self reliant. He didn't want his baby girl to end her days alone. It just broke his heart to think that could happen.
Walking back into the dinning room, Max said, 'Tempe said ten minutes."
Nodding, Booth picked up his glass of water and drank most of it. Looking at Max, Booth said, "Your daughter, Tempe, does she have a boyfriend or a fiance?"
Shaking his head, Max said, "No. Tempe isn't seeing anyone right now. She's really busy with her mine and doesn't have a lot of time to look for boyfriends."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "She's very beautiful. I just thought she'd have men lined up out of the doorway."
Puzzled, Max said, "How do you know how pretty Tempe is? You only saw her when she was standing in the tree in her skivvies and a towel around her head and shoulders."
Smiling Booth said, "Well, she looked beautiful to me. I worry how beautiful she'll look cleaned up and wearing day clothes. She might think someone like me wasn't worth another glance."
Shaking his head, Max said, "You're kidding me, right?"
Frowning, Booth said, "Nah, why do you think that?"
Frowning himself, Max said, "Your not exactly Frankenstein's monster. You must have a trail of broken hearts behind you."
Staring at Max, Booth said, "The only broken heart I know of is mine."
Before Max could say anything else, Tempe entered the room carrying a platter of steaks and fried potatoes. Smelling something burning, Booth noticed that the back of Tempe's dress was smoldering. Realizing that Tempe didn't know the back of her dress was on fire, Booth stood up, grabbed Max's glass of water and poured it on the back of Tempe's dress. Shocked Tempe dropped her platter on the table and jumped back.
"What the hell are you doing, Sheriff?" Tempe asked,
Blushing, Booth said, "The back of your dress was on fire."
Turning crimson, Tempe said, "Damn it." Turning around, Tempe left the dining room in her soggy, burnt dress and marched up the stairs to her room.
Sighing, Max said, "She has little accidents sometimes."
Nodding, Booth said, "She sure is beautiful."
Sitting down, Booth forked a steak onto his plate along with some potatoes and started to eat. After a few bites of food, Booth said, "She's a really good cook too."
Staring at Booth, Max speared a steak and put it on his plate. Booth's reaction to Tempe's little accident was a very pleasant surprise for Max. Most men were afraid of Tempe to begin with because she was so smart. The accidents she had a tendency to attract, just made most men down right nervous. Booth was calm and still seemed interested in Tempe. Max started to think about what he could do to make Booth more interested in Tempe.
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Walking up the stairs, Tempe was furious. She had been trying to make a good impression with the new Sheriff and hadn't realized that her full skirts must have brushed up against the hot stove. "Now the Sheriff will think I really am a fool," Tempe thought. "Gosh, he's so handsome he must have a string of girlfriends. I can't compete with that."
Shaking her head, Tempe took off her burnt dress and put on a dressing gown. Sitting on her bed, Tempe thought about the Sheriff. "Well, if he doesn't like me then that's his loss. I'm not going to worry about it."
Taking off her dressing gown, Tempe changed into a clean pair of pants and a new shirt and went back down stairs. Walking into the dinning room, Tempe sat down, speared a steak from the platter and started to cut it up to eat it.
Smiling, Booth said, "You're a really good cook, Bones. Thanks for the great meal."
Looking up and seeing Booth smiling at her, Tempe said, "Thank you and don't call me Bones."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Sure thing, Bones."
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I would really like to know what you think of this story. Thanks.