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Chapter 8 - Real Life Calls
Michelle's alarm went off at six and she rolled from the bed. Stumbling sleepily to the shower, she washed, dried then returned to her room. She pulled on her undergarments then dug through her bag. She pulled out a plain white shirt and black jeans. After pulling on her clothes, she got down on the floor and dug around for her boots. Finding them, she pulled them from under the bed. She set them near the loveseat then walked to the bathroom.
She pulled her hair into a messy chignon and parted her bangs then smoothed them to her face. After brushing her teeth and applying her makeup, she moved into the bedroom. Picking up one pink Hello Kitty sock and one white Hello Kitty sock, she walked to the couch and sat down. She pulled on her socks and shoes then stood up.
Grabbing her backpack, she pulled out the books she had been studying the two days before and traded them for two others from her duffel. Dumping her cell phone in the pencil pocket of her backpack, she slung the backpack over her shoulder and headed to the kitchen.
Legates grumbled when his watch made that obnoxious noise. Getting out of the bed, he shut the alarm off, walked to his bag, grabbed a pair of underwear then headed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, freshly showered, shaved and awake, he walked out of the bathroom. After pulling on his uniform and boots, he headed up to the kitchen. The aroma of pancakes hit his nose as soon as he entered the kitchen.
"Ooohh pancakes," he said, rubbing his hands together. Parker's eyes popped open at the sight of Legates.
"Mr. Legates, you aren't here to take my dad back to Afghan...Agfan...the desert are you?" Parker asked with a touch of fear in his voice.
Legates head snatched over towards the boy behind the counter. His face softened at the look of fear on the boy's face. He had finally remembered that he had met Parker during one of Booth's teleconference visits.
"No, I'm not here to take your dad to Afghanistan," Legates told him. Parker nodded and went back to pouring batter. Legates strolled over to the coffee pot and grunted at its gaping emptiness.
"No coffee?" Legates asked with laughter. He knew the chauvinistic expectation would get under Brennan's skin. Brennan turned to face him and glared.
"You're in trouble now, Mr. Legates," Parker teased.
"Tell you what, Little Booth, you can call me Legates. The 'mister' makes me feel old," he said.
"You are old but okay, Legates," Parker said, happily pouring more batter.
Brennan smirked at Parker's unintentional insult. Legates started digging and quickly found the items to make coffee. One by one, people began trickling in and Rowan put a stack of plates next to the oven. Legates gave a mental salute to the Sergeant that had replaced Reed. She wasn't cocky and was willing to help out when needed. Techie moved around in the kitchen digging for syrup. Finding it, he moved it to the island and then went to the refrigerator and pulled out the butter. Legates continued to make coffee, filling up the carafe that had been set up for their use yesterday.
Michelle found a flour coated Parker making pancakes with Brennan. Smiling, she moved through the kitchen to the dining room. She put her backpack in a chair and walked to where Legates was filling a carafe with coffee.
Reaching up, she pulled down several mugs then repeated the process. When she was finished, she poured herself some coffee. Legates swatted at her hand while she was trying to fill her cup. She swatted back with her other hand. Rowan snorted as she walked past the two. Michelle went to the table and sat down near the doors where she had left her backpack.
She pulled out her anatomy book and was sipping her coffee when a plate landed with a thunk in front of her. She pulled her book closer to her chest so she could see over it. She saw a plate with three pancakes on it in front of her. She looked over to see a smirking Legates looking at her. She stuck her nose in the air and turned back to her book.
"Eat," Cam told her with a stern voice.
Sighing, she put her book to the side and started eating. She ignored the conversation at the other end of the table. She finished two of the three pancakes then pushed the plate towards Legates. Picking her book up, she sat studying the bone structure of the foot. They were working on the human reproductive system but she knew the skeletal system was next. Now was as good a time as any to get a head start.
She saw Parker from the corner of her eye but ignored his presence. If he wanted her attention he'd ask for it. Her fingers traced the bones and as her finger nail crossed the medial cuniform bone she intentionally said navicular bone.
"That's the medial cuniform bone," Parker whispered to her. She smiled at him trying to be quiet about correcting her.
"That's the navicular bone," Michelle said, pointing at her biology book.
She knew she had said the wrong bone but she wanted to get Parker's goat. It didn't take Parker long to catch on to what she was doing. Laughing, he sat in the chair and looked over her arm at her book. Legates shook his head at Parker as the boy mouthed the bones while Michelle was saying them. The kid was smart no doubt about it.
Legates listened with half an ear to the conversation going on at the other end of the table. He heard Perkins' comment about the Jeffersonian team being a dysfunctional family. What the hell would white bread, American all star, boy know about dysfunctional families, Legates thought mentally snorting. He grinned at Cam's come back for Perkins' statement. Turning back to Michelle and Parker, Legates saw them talking about the skeletal system. Shaking his head, he sipped his coffee.
"Bones and Daddy don't spend too much time apart," Parker said suddenly, with a smile.
Legates' brow scrunched in confusion and he realized that Parker had been paying more attention to the conversation at the other end of the table than he had. The table slowly cleared out as everyone else went to finish getting ready for the day. Legates stood up and walked into the kitchen. Sighing, he pulled off his ACU shirt, leaving him in a tee shirt and started cleaning.
"You know, there is a world outside of those books," he said to Michelle casually.
"Yep and usually I am more a part of it. But since I'm being held hostage by the US Military I can't enjoy it," she said. He winced as he continued to clean.
"Joke, Legates, it was a joke," she said, never looking up from the book.
"So, out in the real world you do other things other than study?" He asked, scraping a plate, rinsing it then loading it in the dishwasher.
"Uh hmm," she said noncommittally.
"Such as," he probed.
"I have a couple of friends that I go to a few small clubs with. I used to cheerlead, I watch TV, I read, I do a lot of different things," she said.
"Huh," he grunted, still scraping, rinsing and loading. He intentionally took his time doing the dishes, hoping he could draw her into helping instead of studying.
She glanced up and shook her head. Getting up, she walked around the table and gathered the plates stacking them as she went. She set them on the counter next to the trashcan. He leaned back to watch her. She scraped the plates, stacking them until she was finished. She then moved to the sink, rinsed and dropped them into the dishwasher.
"Efficiency is good," she said with a grin. He shot her an innocent look and grinned.
"You son of-" she sputtered when she realized what he'd done. He grinned at her again.
"What? I was minding my own business doing the dishes and you just took over," he said, shrugging. She dried her hands then flung the towel at him.
"Just for that you can do the rest," she growled, walking back to her seat.
He chuckled as he finished cleaning up the kitchen. Techie stuck his head in through the doorway and grinned at the pair.
"Let's get gone," he said. Legates nodded and slid back into his shirt. Michelle was a few steps behind him and giggling.
"Are you laughing at me behind my back?" He asked without turning around.
"Nope, I'm just laughing at your asshat," she said, snickering again.
"Excuse me?" He said, still walking but wondering what the hell she was talking about.
"Well, your ass is wearing a hat," she said, between giggles. He reached back and patted around. He felt his hat in his back pocket and rolled his eyes.
"You just wanted to look at my ass," he said, teasingly.
"No, if I was just looking at your ass I wouldn't be laughing," Michelle said as they entered the foyer.
"Man it ain't good if she's laughing at your ass, Legates," Davis called out.
"Wasn't laughing at his ass. I was laughing at his asshat Davis," Michelle smirked and it took a moment for them to realize she spoke without the normal pause before a name.
She had effectively just called Davis an asshat. Legates left the foyer grinning and biting back his laughter. He paused outside the door to pull his hat from his back pocket and put it on his head. As he was doing this, he heard Booth tell Agent Burns to ride with the squints so Legates gestured him towards the truck. The Jeffersonian team was already loaded and Goodman stood waiting for the two of them.
"Took you guys long enough," Goodman said, with his hands on his hips. Charlie climbed into the truck and sighed.
"Sorry, I was laughing at Legates' asshat," Michelle said, grinning.
"You got your own personal asshat, Legates? How'd you do that?" Goodman said with a grin.
"Not quite sure. One minute she's laughing, the next she's saying Davis is my asshat. So I'm really not sure," Legates said, wrapping his hands around Michelle's waist. With very little effort, he boosted her into the truck.
"Huh, she'll have to follow me around. Maybe then I'll get an asshat," Goodman said with a teasing grin.
"Huh," Legates grunted.
He walked to the front of the truck and climbed in the front. Starting the truck, he began that drive that took forever because these trucks just weren't made for long distance traveling. He pulled through, the reporters, still wishing he could run them over, then through the back gate.
Swinging the truck around, he backed up near the door. After putting the truck in park, he turned off the ignition and waited as Techie backed in. He growled seeing Brennan leading Parker behind the truck. He'd have to have a talk with her about that. He heard the air hiss and climbed down from the truck. Opening the flaps, he was met with Charlie's scowl.
"Why did we have to wait so long after you turned off the truck?" He questioned Legates still scowling.
"Because if I let you guys get down while Techie was backing the other truck in more than likely one of you would have gotten squashed by a two and a half ton truck. Is that acceptable, Agent Burns?" Legates snapped, glaring at the man.
Michelle watched Legates' eyes turn darker and darker. Interesting, she thought. Charlie sat back and sputtered at Legates. He had realized that Legates was a take charge kind of guy, almost as much as Booth was. Charlie also realized that he was not quite as high in the pecking order and wouldn't want to challenge a boy almost half his age. Booth walked up to the back of the truck and put his hands on his hips.
"Wendell, we need to talk," Booth bellowed.
Legates heard Brennan laugh as she entered the building. Her laugh was cut off by the door closing. Legates started helping the squints unload from the truck. Booth dragged Wendell around the side of the truck and the rest of the team headed into the building.
Legates almost steamrolled Michelle when she came to an abrupt halt. He looked around and his eyes got sad. There were caskets all over the place in the dock area. Just as suddenly as they had stopped, everyone began moving again. When they reached Brennan, Legates realized who she was talking to and snapped to attention. He heard the military personnel behind him do the same. They relaxed their stances when Henderson ordered them at ease.
"Who is that?" Michelle whispered, looking up at Legates.
"General Henderson," he breathed quietly.
She pursed her lips but nodded. The crowd moved past the General, Brennan and Parker. The men spread out and started their patrols. Legates walked to the table in the lounge and picked up the clipboard that they had been using to keep track of patrols. He glanced at the clipboard and frowned.
Shrugging, he threw it down on the table and sat on the couch. He watched the guys patrolling around and saw Michelle enter the lounge from the corner of his eyes. She sat down and began pulling out her books. Leaning forward towards her, he placed his elbows on his knees.
"You know how I said getting out of your books into the real world would be a good idea?" He asked her, his breath whispering across her neck. He mentally grinned when he saw goosebumps rise on her neck. He looked down and groaned.
"Yes," she said.
"Now would be a good time. I have two hours until my next patrol. Entertain me," he said teasing. Michelle looked up at him over her shoulder with a scowl.
"What the hell do I look like?" She asked him in a clipped tone.
"An attractive woman who is sitting lower than me, letting me see to her navel," Legates said, grinning.
Michelle looked down and sighed. She was sure he could see down her v-neck shirt but she was absolutely sure he couldn't see her belly button.
"Legates, you can't see my belly button due to the fact that my bra is pushing my boobs up and together. Which means you can't see past them," she said.
"Heh, yeah, I see that now," he said. She looked at him and shook her finger at him.
"You are not behaving," she admonished. He shot her a grin and shrugged.
"Legates," Booth barked, making Legates jump in surprise. What the hell had he done this time.
"Sarge?" He called back in question.
"Hands where I can see them," Booth yelled.
Legates threw his hands up in the air and Michelle followed suit with a grin. They heard Cam's laughter rolling through the lab.
"Now, where were we?" Legates asked, laughing at the expression on Michelle's face.
"Talking about my boobs," she said, laughing back at him.
"Shouldn't there be more to that shirt?" He asked, looking down at the neckline again.
"No, most people don't look down other people's shirts," she said, absently twirling her pen between her fingers.
"Guess that's the advantage of being tall. I don't really have to try too hard," he grunted.
She giggled at his comment. They jumped at a pounding on the door and saw Wilson scamper by towards the door. Leaning over towards the railing next to the couch, Michelle peered down at the door.
"Now look here, couyon, you had better let me in this lab right now," Caroline's voice came through clearly.
"Caroline," she said, laughing at the woman. She saw Booth walk to the door and let the prosecutor into the lab.
"Who?" He asked, kneeling on the floor behind her, leaning over her back, and looking over her shoulder.
"Cher, those are some stupid boys you got there. Didn't you teach them manners?" Caroline said as she strode through the door waving her hand as she fussed. Legates' eyes narrowed at her comment.
"Caroline Julian, Federal Prosecutor. Wonder what she wants?" Michelle murmured. They saw Caroline walk into the conference room.
"Do you know everyone?" He asked Michelle, turning his head so his face was mere inches from hers. She shrugged at his question.
"Cam has worked here for the last three years. Between balls, banquets, award ceremonies, holiday picnics that sort of thing I've met a lot of people. But Caroline is someone that Cam deals with on a regular basis," she said.
"Hmmm," he muttered.
"Can you get off me so I can sit up? My spine wasn't meant to twist like this for long periods of time," she asked politely but he knew it was more of an order.
"Sure, yeah, sorry," he said, sitting up then pushing back up onto the couch.
Michelle sat back up and twisted her back in the opposite direction making her back pop. She sighed and rolled her neck as the pressure from her back released. Legates grimaced at the sound of her back popping. She caught his look from the corner of her eye.
"Hey, it's not like I have Tanya here to walk on my back," she said crankily.
"Excuse me?" He said, his mouth falling open in surprise. Did she just say walking on her back?
"You know when you lay on the floor and someone walks on your back and it pops your spine?" Michelle asked her explanation. He shook his head and made a face.
"Hey don't knock it until you try it," she said, waggling her finger. He snorted and raised an eyebrow at her. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" She asked him with a blank look on her face.
"Depends?"
"On?" She asked her frame stiffening just a little.
"On what you plan on trying to do to me," he said, grinning. Sighing, she stood up and toed off her boots.
"Lay down on your stomach," she ordered, pointing towards the floor.
He gave her an incredulous look. She pointed again, grunting this time. Sighing, he laid down on the floor, hoping he didn't pay for this.
"Do you have anything in your pockets?" She asked him, stepping towards him.
"Uh, keys," he muttered.
"Take them out," she said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys.
"I hope you know that I am trusting you here," he said.
"Yeah, I get that," she muttered.
She saw him exhale and stepped up on his back. Once her foot stopped wobbling, she brought her second foot up.
"Ommph," he said.
"Shut it," she grumbled as she started moving up towards his head. His back crackled and popped. He let out a hissing groan of pleasure.
"Holy crap," he moaned. She moved further down and his middle back crackled.
"Well, this is interesting," Techie said, walking into the lounge.
"Dude, you have no idea," Legates groaned. Techie smirked at Michelle and she grinned at him.
"So, I can tell the guys that Michelle pleasured you with her feet?" Techie said his voice full of laughter.
"Sure, I don't care. As long as she keeps on doing it and promises to do it again," Legates moaned as Michelle moved to his lower back.
Techie snickered and glanced at Michelle. She shrugged then stepped off his back. Leaning over at the waist, she looked at him upside down.
"See, not as weird as you thought," Michelle said, smiling.
He looked up at her and burst into laughter at the sight of her upside down visage. She grinned and straightened up. He stretched causing even more popping. Putting his head on his arms, he relaxed on the floor. Goodman walked into the lounge and poured himself a cup of coffee. Looking around, his eyes narrowed.
"What the hell happened to Legates?" He asked Techie, his eyes still darting around. Techie puffed out a laugh and pointed towards Michelle.
"Michelle worked him over while he was on the floor," Techie said, grinning.
Goodman's mouth fell open and he heard a groan from the floor. Taking his coffee, he stepped around the table and saw Legates sprawled out on his stomach on the floor.
"You dead, Legates?" Goodman asked, sipping his coffee.
"God, I hope not," Legates groaned.
"It's kind of illegal to kill soldiers," Goodman said, looking at Michelle.
She smiled sheepishly and shrugged. She walked past Legates and stuck her toes in his ribs. He scrunched up then whined at her.
"Nice socks," he said, laughing and rolling over onto his back.
"Shut up," she said as she sat down at the table.
"Aww that's mean. I was complimenting your socks with the little kitties on them," he said, smiling.
"No, you were making fun of my Hello Kitty socks," she said primly. He rolled onto his back and started chuckling.
"Okay, I was making fun of your Hello Kitty socks," he said. She sniffed and went back to her anatomy book.
"So what did she do to you that had you lying on the floor?" Goodman asked Legates with a grin on his face. Legates put his arm behind his head and grinned at Goodman.
"I'm not sure the lady would like it if I share-"
"I walked on his back," Michelle said, cutting Legates off with a grin. Goodman started laughing and sat down on the couch next to Techie.
"Hey, it was my first time," Legates said, laughing.
Goodman looked at Techie, Techie looked back at Goodman and they started laughing at the same time. Michelle shook her head and buried her head back in her book.
"Real life calls," Legates said, teasingly.
"And it got my answering machine," Michelle said sarcastically.
"Awwww," Legates whined.
"Legates, you're a 26 year old, 6'7, fully grown man, and you just whined like a little girl," Techie pointed out.
"Wasn't it cute?" Michelle asked, scrunching her nose and grinning.
Techie shook his head as he chuckled. He stood up and walked out of the lounge and down the steps. A few minutes passed and Goodman gulped down the rest of his coffee and left. Michelle saw Booth stalk by and could feel the anger rolling off him in waves as he moved silently by.
"Was that Sarge?" Legates asked from the floor.
"That was Booth, yes," Michelle answered.
Legates got quickly to his feet and started to follow. Michelle reached out and wrapped her fingers around his wrist as he passed her. He stopped and looked down at her. She shook her head no and pointed to the couch.
"I've never seen that look but I've heard about it. It's best you let Dr. Brennan deal with him and until she does, leave him be," Michelle advised.
Legates paused for a fraction of a second and then sat down. A few minutes passed and Michelle saw Brennan walk by heading in the direction Booth had just taken. No more than five minutes later, Brennan walked by dragging Booth by the arm.
"What the hell is she doing?" Legates asked, watching Brennan drag Booth from the lounge.
"Don't know, don't care to know," Michelle said.
"You don't wonder? At all?" Legates asked her with an astonished look on his face.
"Look that whole conversation at the pool last night, it was gross okay. Cam is my mother and Booth well he's family. Like an uncle. In that particular conversation it was my mother having sex with my uncle, okay?" She said, trying to explain their family dynamic. Legates gave her a puzzled expression and Michelle sighed.
"These people are family to Cam thus family to me. Cam is my mother. She was the only mother I knew even before she adopted me. Booth he's like a favorite uncle. He's protective and if I need anything he's there all I have to do is ask. Now, I know they had a relationship but I really don't like to think about it. It's gross," she said, scrunching her face.
"I think I sort of get it. I mean I can see how connected these people are," Legates said, waving his hand towards the lab. Michelle nodded her head.
"Guess it's time for my patrol," Legates grunted, standing up he left the lounge with amazing silence for such a large person.
Michelle watched him walk away with slit eyes and a grin. His butt, in those pants, yep, worth the possibility of getting caught staring at. When he turned the corner of the catwalk, he glanced over at her but she was already buried deep into her book. As he approached the opposite side of the catwalk, he saw Booth walk in and stopped in his tracks. Biting back his grin, he froze when he heard Cam's voice call out from below him.
"Booth," Cam called out sharply. Booth jerked his head up and walked to where she was standing.
"Yes, Camille?" Booth asked, looking at her as she stared down at the clipboard.
"Don't call me Camille, Seeley," Cam said. Booth grinned at the automatic come back.
"Booth, button your shirt all the way up and put your tie on. That hickey on your neck will be visible in the next few minutes. Put on your jacket or the blood on the back of your shirt will become very visible as well," Cam said, calmly continuing to write.
Booth looked down, began buttoning his shirt and slid his tie over his head then pulled on his jacket. Legates finally let go of his amusement and snickered. Two sets of eyes looked up to see him standing over them.
"Shut it, Legates," Booth said in a snarky tone. Legates just grinned at him.
"Legates, I had better not see you in the same state," Cam said calmly. Booth laughed at her comment and tilted his head. Legates' shot her a stunned look. What in the world would...oh, his mind caught up with itself.
"She may be twenty but she still is my daughter," Cam said in a firm tone.
Legates returned to his patrol and tried not to blush when he walked past Michelle. He saw Goodman stretched out on the couch. Techie must have let him stop his patrol early since he'd started his early. The morning dragged by for the entire security team it was a fairly quiet day in the lab until Brennan's voice yelled across the lab.
"Booth, what is it called when Law Enforcement invades your privacy by taking personal information without a warrant or probable cause?"
There was a pause of silence then Booth's voice called back.
"Illegal."
Legates chuckled but continued to walk. What Booth had said was true but the way he said it made it funny. He spotted Brennan talking to Cam, the women standing still but their heads and mouths moving. That couldn't be good for Booth, Legates thought.
"That can't be good for Sarge," Techie said, nodding towards the two women.
"Agreed," Legates said.
They returned to their circling and Legates saw Cam stop Techie. She spoke with him briefly, he nodded in response. She turned, walked to the lounge, spoke quickly with Michelle and then went down the stairs to the main part of the lab.
"Leaving in a few," Techie told him.
Legates' eyebrows rose and he nodded. Techie spotted Brennan headed towards the door carrying the box of files. With a resigned sigh, he jogged around the catwalk and down the stairs. He left the lab with Brennan, following her to the elevator. Legates watched as the platform was packed up in a neat, orderly, and organized fashion. It was like watching ants work, each doing their job yet working together with a synchronicity. After Brennan had returned and the team was done packing up, they headed out to the vehicles.
A/N: And for tomorrow...drum roll please...being in a hurry, pouting, running down security, then doing it again, Hodgins is a stud, a sexy fairy, gut suckers, honey dust, parental disapproval, costumes, inner voice versus outer voice, running down Michelle, better ass-ets, arriving at the ball, ass kissing, names, Michael Joshua Legates!, different views, and dances.
A/N2: Yes, I know Lea does not have wings, lol, but it's Halloween so the wings make it easier for others to guess what she is =D. The next chapter starts the longer chapters, it has 2k more words than the previous chapters (give or take).
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