Hey, so thank you to everybody that reviewed last chapter- I'm meaning to catch up on review replies.
Q is up as of....NOW, so hope you enjoy. I was torn between two ideas you guys gave me, both are brilliant, but I wasn't sure who to go with.
In the end, the idea for this chapter came from NatesMama- thank you so much :)
Disclaimer: Do not own.
P.S: oh and before I forget...B/B are not in an established relationship...yet.
Quarreling in close quarters
Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up....
The thought whirled around his head endlessly, even when she paused for breath and continued her sufficient little rant at him. Just make it stop...
"Okay Bones! I get it! I was out of line. Fine, I accept that, just stop with the squinty speech already!" Booth was about ready to bang his head against the steering wheel. Why did she always have to assert her female independence with mind boggling and downright frustrating logic??!
As if he didn't have enough trouble understanding her, she had to up the ante and express all her opinions out in the only way women knew how. To spite man. Which in this case meant Booth always had a front row seat to her tedious and unfortunately long verbal kick ass sessions.
When did it get to the point where he actually gave in and let her win? Booth's brow furrowed as he contemplated the thought momentarily. It had been happening a lot recently, their minor bickering quarrels becoming a one sided grudge match, where Brennan couldn't stand to lose. She would literally blow her lid over anything, sometimes all he had to do was switch on the SUV radio and she'd be all over him like a hawk.
"I don't believe you do get it, Booth, because as far as I'm concerned-"
"That's just it! Why are you so concerned about this argument? I hardly said two words to you when we got in the car, however something I did must have royally pissed you off. Is it because you're feeling especially bad-tempered this week, or does the mere sight of me ignite a long fuse of relentless verbal abuse? You really need to make things more clearer for me, Bones, because I'm at a loss!" Booth huffed and pulled up outside her apartment block. He really didn't need her shit right now, but here she was, dishing it out at him...as if it was his fault she'd been upset for the last week and a half!
"That's preposterous, Booth, why would I be feeling bad-tempered when nothing has provoked such a thing?"
"You tell me! If it's not your mood, then it must be something I did." He sighed slightly annoyed and exasperated. What had he done to upset this woman?!
Brennan opened her mouth to speak but found that she didn't know what she was supposed to answer him with. She didn't really know why her behavior had changed so dramatically around Booth, it had never been like this before, but up to a week ago everything had begun to roll downhill for the bickering partners.
Brennan didn't know why causing a heated argument between her and Booth had become like a sort of daily ritual, because she sincerely hadn't noticed her irrational bitch fits until up to this point.
Where Booth had squarely confronted her self-picked battle head on and forced her to stop and see the wreckage she had left in her path of destruction. For some reason, that really irked her...
"Excuse me?? Who are you to tell me what is and what's not bothering me? You don't know the half of what's bothering me!" She spat and reached for the handle on the door but found Booth had securely locked and disturbed her quick getaway. Where did that come from? She thought looking back on her words and what the implications could mean behind them. What was exactly bothering her?
"Well I would if you just told me!!" He shot right back and even more angry than before. He had given her a chance to be frank with him, now he was playing hard ball.
She glared icily at him and attempted to unlock the door. The further away from him she was, the better...
But Booth was having none of it. He turned his keys in the ignition and slammed his foot on the accelerator.
"Booth!" She was pushed back into her seat and silenced with one of Booth's hands.
"Put your seatbelt on." He barked and began speeding off in the opposite direction of her home.
"Booth, where are you taking me?!" She demanded, obeying his command reluctantly and snapping on her fastening belt in rage.
"We're going for a little drive down memory lane...see if you can't recall what it is that's exactly bugging you like hell." He didn't look at her, only drove on through the bustling streets and empty road ways.
She bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying something sarcastic (she was no good at that sort of thing) and let him take her wherever it was he had in mind.
Booth kept both eyes glued to the road but knew she was burning a hole through his head with those razor sharp daggers of hers.
I'll find out what's wrong with you, Bones. One way or another.
Ooh, a little drama there. Next chapter will be the ending to this chapter, 'Resolving in the...(find out next time) so feel free to suggest ideas for S.
Reviews are deeply encouraged.
