What Happens Here...
By InuYashaBaby1
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. There, I said it.
AN: So, I tried to get this out pretty fast. I have a lot of stories, but since I finished one of my Twilight stories, it's not too bad, but...Hey, R&R. I love that people like this story.
Chapter 3: Have a Nice Trip...
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The List
"Jessie, we would like to talk to your friends, if you don't mind." Booth pressed the girl who was sitting at our-I mentally slapped myself, it was his table not ours. Marriage was an idiotic institution-and we weren't even really in it! This whole situation was making me see stars, figuratively, of course.
Jess looked at me briefly before picking up a pen. She swiftly wrote across the page, but it took several minutes before she put the pen down and looked at Booth.
"These are all my friends, all his friends, girlfriends, and anyone else I could think of that would have m-motive to kill him." She stuttered when she said motive. She started to cry. Again.
"We appreciate it." Booth smiled, leaning on the refrigerator. He motioned for the other FBI agents to leave the room. "Maybe..." He paused slightly, pursing his lips. "Maybe it would feel better if you told us stories about him. You know, so the memories don't fade." Jessica bit her lip slightly, and nodded.
"Well, Mike, he was the best guy a girl could ask for. A lot of people...they wouldn't have expected us to get together. He was this jock. I was...a stereotypical geek, you know? We were assigned together on a project, and we just hit it off, right off the bat."
*Flashback (3rd Person)*
"Hey." Jessica mumbled as Mike sat beside her. He was gorgeous, absolutely 'Delicious' as her friend Melanie had joked. 'He probably doesn't even have a penis...Popular guys never do!' Then, Mel would laugh. Always laugh.
"Hi, there." He smiled at her. He stuck his hand out in a greeting. "I'm Mike, and you are..." He left off the ending. Her jaw dropped. They had been in the same school since kindergarten.
"Jessica." She said apprehensively taking his hand. He looked amazed.
"You're Jessica Spence?!"
"Yeah."
"Holy shit, Nina made it sound like you were like-Carrie!"
"Carrie like the Stephen King book?"
"Yeah, like the Stephen King book. But your clearly..." He blushed a little and looked away. She smiled. Michael Harris just blushed...and complimented her. Well, in her opinion he did. Oh my GOD! And she had thought about ditching school today and going to one of Dr. Brennan's book signings!
"So, do you like Henry VIII?" She asked, referring to the project. He looked back at her and smiled.
"Yeah, he was just an all around swell guy." He rolled his eyes, and she started laughing. "But, the series The Tudors is pretty cool."
"Cool, and inaccurate. I bet you like it for the sex scenes." She bit her lip after she said it, "Sorry, sorry-I..."
"Naw, it's cool. I could see why you would assume that." She was surprised to see that he was still smiling. "I'm a teenage boy, after all."
"Too bad we couldn't choose what we got to do, or I'd definitely say-" She started, trying to change the subject.
"Egypt." They said in unison. This time she was the one to blush.
"Hey-you wanna come over my place to research a little? My dad and I-we have two computers, so...we could order pizza, or something." His crystal blue eyes sparkled and she nodded without thinking.
"Of course, that sounds like a lot of f-fun." She stuttered. He laughed, and smiled at her. She couldn't help but smile back. "But I have really specific pizza needs."
"Oh, really?" He cocked an eyebrow. The class bell rang and they got up to leave together.
"Yeah, I have to have Pepperoni, green peppers and mushrooms."
"Oh really? I have to have anchovies."
"Okay, maybe you'll have to get your own half, anchovies are gross!"
They laughed as they went off to class.
Roy looked at the pair with his dirty eyes. He scowled, she was his. She knew it, too. All his. All his.
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"I think-I really think it's Roy. Who else would go after me?" Jess said plainly.
"Why-why do you have the restraining order against him?" I asked her, gently prying for information.
"Well, Dr. Brennan...He stalked me for several months then tried to rape me in the back of a van." She smiled slightly when she said it.
"Oh, I'm very sorry." Booth comforted.
"Don't be. As long as Mike was there, it was okay. He held me close every night, I supported him in everything he did. He was going to become a photographer. He was already really good. His dad didn't want him to, though. He wanted him to be a professional athlete. Mr. Harris thought I was getting in the way of that. I guess I was. I really did love him, you know."
"I know." Booth smiled, and patted her gently on the back. "I know you did."
Laura
"Oh, I'm really good friends with Jessie. She's great, I love her!" The short, bouncy girl in front of Booth smiled. She was a brunette, and her hair fell down in curls onto her shoulders. Her eyes were a dark brown and she had several beauty marks on her face. When she laughed it was a simple giggle.
"Ah, what do you know about Mike?"
"Mike Harris? Not much. I guess he's Jessie's boyfriend, because I came over her house a couple of months ago...we live right down the street from each other. We walk to each others houses during the summer, and....well anyway, I walked right into them on top of each other! He has a great body, really! Oh gosh, I'm a really big Catholic. Always have been, you know." She held up her ring finger to Booth to reveal a chastity ring, reminding me somewhat of Miley Cyrus and The Jonas Brothers. "It just surprised me. I freaked, and she...well...it was really awkward. They were on the couch, but not really. She was on the couch but, he was behind her..."
I turned to see Jessie blushing profusely.
"Did this really happen?" I asked Jessica.
"Yup." She nodded.
"Anyway, well, I ran out and she came after me, and well, we fought and I called her a slut and we didn't talk for a while after that." Laura started to cry. "I love her, really I do...I just, I was so stupid. I love her so much, you know, friend love."
Booth smiled slightly at that,
"Yeah, I know friend love."
"Plus..." She dropped off the sentence. "I was angry she hadn't told me. I mean, I've had a crush on Mikey Harris since like, 1st grade! She knew that! I was just...I dunno stupid. I apologized of course. I don't have a crush on him, anymore though. Just the way those two look at each other. It was that kinda love, you know? The type of love where you can't breath anymore when you look at them, and the world kinda seems to revolve around them when they smile, ya know, true love."
"I know exactly what you mean." Booth chuckled, and looked through the glass directly at me, his brown eyes shined over with the light above his head. My breathing hitched.
Sam
"I don't even know why I'm here." This kid scoffed. "I don't even know Jessie that well, why would she put me on the list." He had dirty blonde hair, a girly yet masculine face and dull blue eyes. He licked his lips lightly. Booth probably didn't notice, but it was clear to Sweets.
"Huh." Sweets looked through the glass, and whispered to the headpiece Booth was wearing. "He clearly has sexual interest in Jess. Ask him about that."
"Okay, Sam. You're a decent athlete, right?" Booth asked the young man as I watched my...'husband' intently.
"Yeah. But I've always been number two."
"Number two to who?"
"Mike."
"So, you get his left over's too? Nina was his girl first. Is that why you like Jessica?"
"Dude, how the hell did you know I was into her?" Sam twitched a little, and so did Jess who was sitting in a chair behind me.
"We have our ways." Booth laughed at that, spinning around a chair and putting his foot on it.
"She's just so-everything. She's so pretty. I'm in love with her, I think." Sam said, blushing a little. Jessica gasped a little. "She's so smart-she's going to become a forensic athetrnf-"
"Anthropologist." Booth corrected sternly, and I felt pride in that.
"Right, yeah. The way she smiles-smiled..." He corrected. "When Mikey was around. I wanted her to do that for me. I mean, Mike's great and all, but he got all the good things. I've liked Jess since the 7th friggen grade, man."
"Woah, that's a long time."
"Yeah, the hell it is! He didn't even know who she was until he got paired up with her for that project! I was gonna ask her to junior prom!"
I turned to Sweets.
"Isn't that motive?" I asked him
"I guess, but why would he be after Jessie, too?" Sweets said, crossing his arms.
"Yeesh, Dr. Sweets. It was only a theory. Besides, there's no real accuracy in Psychiatry. It's a soft science." Jessie defended. I couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, if you think that's motive, you should here about the other creeps who were into her." Sam said, looking directly into Booth's eyes. "I assume you heard of Roy?"
"Yes." Booth confirmed.
"Well, a couple of months ago, he approached me after football practice. He says he'd noticed how much I liked Jessie. And I was like no man, she's Mikes. That was a lie, but anyway. He's like, yeah well, have you ever wished it was you she loved? Haven't you ever wondered what she looks like under those loose clothes? And I gotta admit, that hooked me. He's like, yeah, every Tuesday, her parents go to a meeting. So she cooks that ass Mike dinner and meets him at the door, wearing nothing but an apron. Yeah, wouldn't you want that to be you? And I was like HELL YEA! And he smiled, and was like, here are some tapes of her in the shower and sex, and stuff. I'll give you a free trial run. But, that's when I chickened out. I totally ditched him. Dude, that's so stalkery."
"Interesting. Thanks." Booth said smiling.
Jess was still crying, and she walked up and knocked on the glass.
"Don't do that!" I scolded. She looked at me, and shook her head. Sam's head shot up and turned to the glass.
"Is that the people you have behind the scenes?" Sam said, and Booth looked at him, frustrated. "What? I watch cop shows."
"Press the button and let me talk to Special Agent Booth." Jess requested. I was about to say no when Sweets pressed the button.
"Tell him Jess is sorry she couldn't love him." Jess whispered timidly, but Booth said to Sam:
"She's sorry she couldn't love you instead, you know." Booth frowned lightly. "But you can't control who you love. It's just something. You can hate someone utterly, then you'll be in love with them the next minute." Sam gazed up at Booth in admiration.
"Is she back there?" Sam asked quietly. Booth didn't answer. "Well, is she?"
Sam got up and walked towards the glass. He tapped on it, And Jess tapped back.
"Jessie?" He asked apprehensively. "Hi."
"I'm so sorry!" She screamed through the glass. Surprisingly, he heard her.
"I'm sorry too." He said, putting his hand on the glass.
"I love him too much!" She whined, she lost her footing, and Sweets caught her.
Booth got up and led him out of the room.
Sing Songs
"So, you were in a band with Jess and Mike, right?" Booth asked.
"Well, yeah. We met yesterday." Jamie explained, and Dylan rolled his eyes.
"I know." Booth nodded.
"We brought you some tapes, you know, of our gigs. We thought you might want to see em, since like, you have people who can see people." Jamie said.
"And I'm the one who's on drugs!" Dylan laughed and so did Jessie.
"We really appreciate it." Booth smiled lightly, accepting a pile of DVDS.
"Jess has a fantastic voice you know. I remember, our singer had just got in a car accident and was going to be in thee hospital for a while." Dylan said to Booth. "So, one day she came to practice to watch him. I remember how she looked at him and smiled. She asked us why we didn't have a singer, and Mike said it was 'cuz he was in the hospital. So, she's like, can I try singing? And we're like, sure whatever. So she pulls of her book bag and comes up on stage. She asked us what we were playing, and we replied All Around me by Flyleaf. Have you heard that song?" Booth nodded, but I bet he hadn't. "So, anyway, she starts belting it out! It started to be just a temporary thing, but we just kept her. Besides, Jordan was a fag anyway."
"He was not!" Jamie scolded.
"I mean literally, man, not the insult. You and he were an item, right?"
"Yeah, well, the accepted vernacular is GAY."
"Yeesh, sorry."
"Okay, okay. Let's cut this drama, you too." Booth cut in.
"Sorry."Jamie and Dylan said in unison.
"Now, how familiar are you with Roy Baker?"
"Oh, we're not close. He's just my dealer." Dylan explained. "He's a real freak, that one."
"Thanks you two."
Realization
"Wait, Booth..." I said as we were driving home. "If Jess is staying with you, and so am I...and she has to have the guest bedroom-were am I going to sleep?" Booth blinked a couple of times.
"Uh..." Booth was stumped clearly. "Do you want to take Parker's room?"
"Depends..." I paused.
"It's a kiddie bed, you're really tall." He sighed. "The problem is, Jess is pretty tall too. So if you shrink up really small..."
"I'm not going to shrink up! What a silly idea!"
"Jeez, Bones. Calm down. I'll sleep on the couch."
"I won't let you sleep on the couch, you'll hurt your back again." I rolled my eyes. What could possible make him want to sleep on the couch?
"Bones...you're practically arguing for us to share a bed." He laughed. I stared at him blankly.
"That wasn't what I meant," I hissed, I had become really frustrated.
"It's no big deal, you know." Jess said quietly from the back. I looked at her, and she added: "You know, sharing a bed. People do it all the time. As long as you don't have cuddling issues or anything." I could hear Booth grinding his teeth.
...See You Next Fall
I had decided to bake some cookies. Jess was hungry, but we had already eaten dinner. Booth was looking at all the DVDs from the concerts. It was amazing how powerful her voice was. It was lovely. I knew I had a good voice, but hers was 10 times better. I stared at the timer, and noted that there was only a few seconds left. So, I grabbed my oven mitts. I couldn't believe that Booth thought I wanted to share a bed with him. Did I? No, I didn't. Maybe he did. I pulled out the cookies and dumped them onto a couple of plates. I gave one plate to Jessie who accepted it gingerly. She was writing an essay on losing someone. I was laughing inwardly on that-how ironic for something like that to be assigned right now. I turned and went into the living room where Booth was watching the video. It was really low quality, as if it had been shot on a cell phone. It probably had been. Booth was sipping on a beer, and I wondered quickly if he'd be angry at me-cookies and beer? What a strange combination! The cookies were double chocolate chip, Booth's favorite. That's when it happened. It must have been a sock, because just as I rounded the corner to get to the couch, I slipped, and fell forward.
Cookies went everywhere, and the plate shattered on the floor. As embarrassing as that was, it was not nearly as embarrassing as what was to come. I landed directly on Booth, my head directly in his lap. I gazed up to see Booth staring at me wide eyed.
Oops.
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AN: Okay guys, here we go. You know the drill, review please! ALSO, I'm trying something new. So, Booth would have had cookies and bear if Bones hadn't tripped....so, I wanna know, what was the weirdest food combination you have ever had? The one I believe to be the strangest/funnies will get the next chapter dedicated to them! YAY! Sianara!
