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Chapter 12 - Stories
He scrunched his face and laughed.
"Usually, people call me by my name," he said, grinning at her. Her eyes narrowed, she nodded her head.
"Okay, Michael Joshua Legates," she said, smirking.
"Oh, hell no you didn't bust out the full name," he said sadly.
"You said to call you your name," she told him. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Josh, my name is Josh," he said.
"And your parents call you Michael," she pointed out. He sighed and walked to the door. Opening it, he gestured for her to precede him.
"They are the only ones. Everyone else calls me Josh or Legates. So either or will work for me," he said.
"Okay then, Josh," she said, smiling. He chuckled and followed her out of the room.
"You know if I were a Greek God I would make sure your lady parts did more than tingle," he said with a perfectly straight voice and face.
Michelle came to an abrupt stop and he ran into the back of her with a grunt. He let out a groan when her butt rubbed against him. She giggled and started walking again. He shook his head and started following her.
"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?" He muttered, mostly to himself but partially to her. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and smiled.
"Moi? Never, I'm a good girl," she said.
"And if you believe that I got swampland in Florida to sell you for a quarter," Cam said, walking past them. Legates looked at Michelle with surprise on his face.
"Don't mind her. She gets cranky before big court appearances," Michelle said, waving her hands toward Cam.
"So this Heather Taffett case is big then?" Legates asked, glancing at Michelle before they started climbing the steps. She stopped at the top and waited for him to come up the last few steps.
"Gravedigger," was all she said. He shook his head in confusion.
"Bad, bad person that buried people alive," she explained.
He sucked in a shocked gasp as the pieces fell into place. He remembered something being said about that at Phoenix. They walked into the kitchen and each got a cup of coffee.
"Do you actually eat breakfast? Or just a coffee drinker?" Legates asked, sipping his own coffee.
"I eat breakfast but this isn't my house so I'm not really that comfortable just digging in their refrigerator," Michelle admitted.
"Doesn't seem to bother them," he pointed out.
"Yeah, they're cool like that but I just," she shook her head, "am not comfortable doing it."
"So, you're not planning on eating until this thing is over?" He asked her over the rim of his coffee cup.
"I'll eat when everyone else eats. If I'm alone I don't eat," she said, shrugging.
"You're strange," he said, laughing.
"You're not the first one to tell me that," she said, sniffing slightly.
Standing up, he walked to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets. Where had he seen those Poptarts, he thought as he shuffled through the cabinet. Opening the next cabinet over, he grinned when they came into view. He pulled down the box of S'mores Poptarts and put two in the toaster. He walked over to the counter and ripped off a paper towel. When the toaster popped, he pulled the pastries out and put them on the paper towel. He carried them over and set the paper towel between their cups.
"There now you're not eating alone and you didn't have to dig through their stuff," Legates said, picking up one of the pastries.
Michelle picked up the other one and broke it in half. She set half down on the paper towel and ate the other half. He sat sipping his coffee and glancing around the room.
"Do you always do that?" She asked when she saw him glance around the room.
"What?"
"Look around like you're looking for something?" She said, looking at him curiously.
"Training. It's become a habit or second nature however you want to describe it," he said slowly.
They both looked up. Legates towards the door from the foyer and Michelle towards the French doors which were sliding open. Goodman came in from outside and Davis strode across the kitchen. Legates watched in silence, waiting to hear Goodman's patrol update.
Michelle quietly chewed the second half of her Poptart. Goodman gave a description and told them it was Angela's father in the guest house. He also told them that Brennan was in the guest house.
"You let some stranger into the guest house with Dr. Brennan?" Davis asked incredulously. Michelle smirked, knowing that it was Angela's father and who exactly Angela's father was.
"What?" Angela screeched as she rushed down the steps.
"He said he was your father," Goodman said, looking at Angela. Angela paused, let out a sigh and smiled.
"He's here for Bren. He knew she'd have a rough time with the upcoming case," Angela said in relief.
"Just to make sure, he wears sunglasses even at 5am, a nubbly hat, has a beard and drives a very nice chopper. Right?" Goodman said, looking at Angela with fear tingeing his eyes. He hoped that he hadn't made a mistake of some kind because that man looked nothing like Angela. Angela chuckled and nodded.
"Dude, you sound like you were describing Billy Gibbons," Johnson snorted. He started laughing until he realized Angela was the only one not laughing.
"Yeah, some say he looks like Billy Gibbons," Angela said, smiling.
Moving to the counter, she started making coffee. As she was making coffee, the Jeffersonian team began to trickle into the kitchen. By the time Booth came into the kitchen most of the Jeffersonian team was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Scanning everyone sitting there his eyes shot open wide.
"Calm down, Seeley. She's in the guest house," Cam said.
"Don't call me Seeley, Camille," Booth grouched.
Michelle rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Legates chuckled at her eye rolling. Legates was watching his minutes with Michelle, for the next few hours at least, tick away. Neither of them really said anything, the kitchen was in an uneasy silence.
Around 8:30 Hodgins stood up abruptly and walked from the table. Angela stood and followed him from the room. Legates followed his unit out of the kitchen when they left with Booth. He paused to look over at Michelle. She just waved him off with her hand and returned to her coffee. Shrugging, he continued across the lawn and into the guest house.
Michelle stared into her coffee cup and bit her lip. She heard someone take a seat across from her and looked up. Sadie Jackson sat down across from her. She gave Legates' mother a nod but said nothing.
"Michelle, I want you to know that I do not agree with John and he was being a complete ass. You seem to be a very nice girl and as for me, I like you so far. Now, if you hurt my boy that will be a different story," Sadie said pointedly. Michelle shook her head and looked the woman in the eye.
"Mrs. Jackson, I am not like that. I would never intentionally hurt Josh," Michelle said, sipping her coffee.
John walked into the kitchen, over to the table and sat down with his wife. Michelle's eyes grew stony and she looked down into her coffee. She was hoping for Legates' sake that his father would just apologize but she got the feeling that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"So, what are we supposed to be doing around here?" John asked Michelle, with a raised eyebrow.
Michelle slowly blinked her eyes, stood up, walked into the kitchen, dumped her coffee and left without saying anything.
"Some people have no manners," John muttered. Sadie looked at her husband with her mouth hanging open.
"John there are times..." she said, before standing up and leaving the kitchen.
She walked around the house looking at the art on the walls and in the various doors. John sat at the large table, alone, drinking his coffee and wondering if he'd be able to fix this in a manner that would make himself happy. Everyone began piling into the kitchen and Techie caught Legates' elbow.
"I changed the patrol rotations since you have to go to Philly tomorrow," Techie said.
Grunting, Legates walked to the counter and picked up the clipboard. He glared at it for a moment then studied the rotation and nodded. He set the clipboard down and looked around for Michelle. He saw his dad was in the kitchen but neither his mother nor Michelle.
His eyes narrowed and he frowned before moving to stand with the others against the wall. The Jeffersonian crew were sitting at the table reading paperwork in files they must have gotten at some point without him noticing. They had only been standing there a few minutes when Wilson entered leading Caroline Julian and General Henderson.
For some reason unknown to everyone the security unit ignored Henderson's presence. Caroline dropped the files she was carrying down on the table with a loud thump. Techie's face had an astonished look on it as he gazed at the folders.
"That's from one case?" He asked, pointing at the large piles Caroline had just dropped. Turning to face him, Caroline put one hand on her hip and pursed her lips.
"You look here, soldier boy. This case is intense and very personal, so it would please me a lot if you would keep your mouth shut," she said in a firm voice.
Booth let a smile creep across his face. He knew that Techie had never run across a force like Caroline Julian. Caroline turned to face the table and sat down. Legates listened to the story of this murder as it unfolded. Then they reached the part where Brennan would be talking.
Legates felt someone squeeze closer to him and looked down to see Michelle standing close to him. He glanced over at the table again then stepped back at the cold, flat, clinical look in Brennan's eyes. Michelle felt Legates step back and realized he was seeing Brennan in her work mode and was unnerved. Reaching out, she put her hand on his arm and gently squeezed. Legates swallowed his bile at Brennan's description of the murder of Terrance Gilroy.
"How can you be so cold? You really are the cold hearted bitch you're touted to be," the woman standing next to Oaks whispered in horror.
Brennan froze and Booth sucked in a ragged breath and glared at the woman. Legates wanted to lean around and glare at the woman himself. How could you not deal with this kind of death on a regular basis and not build up a defense of some sort? Most people would end up being seriously depressed otherwise.
"Ms. Harman, it would be appreciated if you would return to your room and stay there until this is finished," Booth said sharply. Oaks looked at Booth in shock, it was rare for him to speak so sharply to a woman.
"Come on, Melissa," Oaks said, leading the woman from the room. Brennan's pain at Melissa's comment was almost palpable in the room.
"If ya'll have anything to say, leave now because we don't want to hear it," Caroline said in a firm tone.
Brennan stood up and moved to the kitchen. Caroline turned back to look at Brennan. Legates followed Brennan with his eyes, wondering what she was doing.
"Ms. Julian, just let it go. She is listening and she can hear us," Angela said, waving her hand.
Caroline pursed her lips but looked to Booth for confirmation. Booth waved his hand for her to continue. Booth's eyes were drawn to Angela when she gasped and a sad frown marred her features. She could feel Brennan's pain from here. It must be worse than she thought if Brennan was baking.
"Oh. My. God," Hodgins whispered.
Michelle raised an eyebrow at Hodgins' comment. She watched Brennan as she set a very large baking pan on the counter.
Booth looked at both Hodgins and Angela in question at their adverse reactions to whatever Brennan was doing in the kitchen. Booth turned and saw Brennan disappear into a door no one had used. When she came out his mouth fell open. She had three or four pounds of butter, a huge jar of peanut butter, three boxes of graham crackers, a large chunk of chocolate, and five bags of marshmallows.
Legates felt his blood sugar rise at the sight of the chocolate and marshmallows. Michelle felt her hips get wider at the very same sight. Both watched in fascination as she began the recipe she apparently memorized.
The men around Legates gaped as Brennan began crushing, melting, and mixing various ingredients from memory. Booth turned back to what was going on at the table. The people leaning against the wall only listened with half an ear to the rest of what was being said at the table. Their interest was piqued by the smell of chocolate and peanut butter drifting through the air.
Not long after Brennan disappeared from the kitchen, Caroline wrapped the meeting up with a quick reminder to put their game faces on. Booth escorted Caroline and Henderson to the door and everyone turned to look at Angela. Angela ignored their looks and stared off into space with a frown on her face.
Legates was wondering what the hell was going on and Michelle was wondering what crawled up Melissa's ass and died. Oaks returned to the kitchen and stood a few feet from the group. Booth returned a few moments later.
"Where is she? This place is too big for me to go searching," Booth rumbled.
"Game room," Hodgins said.
Booth nodded, turned and left the silent kitchen behind. The men watched him go and turned a glower at Oaks as the scent of chocolate filled the kitchen. Legates shook his head and stalked from the kitchen. Michelle sighed and followed him out the door. Techie left and the rest of the men followed glaring at Oaks as if it were his fault.
Legates heard the click of billiard balls and entered the game room on quiet feet. He walked to the corner and watched Booth teach Brennan to shoot pool. Michelle followed him in; she stood next to him watching and could feel the sexual tension ratchet up with each shot. She shifted uncomfortably as she pictured Legates teaching her to shoot pool. His body draped across hers, his arms over hers, his hands wrapped around hers.
Her gaze drifted off into space and Legates smirked down at her. He could see the flush rising up across her chest and knew where her thoughts were. Most likely in the same place as his own. Andrea and Techie were the next to enter the game room. Techie leaned on the wall next to Legates and Andrea on Techie's other side. Techie felt a tug at his sleeve and looked over at his fiancee. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows wiggled.
"Yeah, almost stifling isn't it? It's them and them," Techie said, pointing at Booth and Brennan then Legates and Michelle.
Michelle's hand appeared from around Legates and her middle finger extended. Andrea's eyes narrowed at Michelle's finger. Techie waved her anger down. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to the jukebox and sifted through the music. Booth and Brennan looked up when Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls came from the jukebox. Techie stood looking at them with a wide grin on his face.
"Sorry, the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife," he said with a smirk.
The men and women from upstairs began to squeeze in around the table. Michelle was jammed partially behind Legates. He reached down and pulled her around in front of him. He spread his feet and pulled her between them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her snug against his chest. Michelle could feel the sexual tension between her and Legates and wondered if he could feel it.
He shifted and she bit back her grin. He could feel it in fact she could feel that he felt it. Legates mentally groaned as Michelle shifted and her butt rubbed against his legs, just high enough to make his head get light. His eyes jerked to Angela when she spoke and the tension between he and Michelle was suddenly not the main focus of his brain.
"Bren," Angela said to her friend, reminding her of the time.
Brennan glanced at her own watch and nodded. Standing up, she slid from in front of Booth. Booth sucked in a breath as her backside brushed against his pelvis. She replaced the cue on the rack and silently left the room. Booth looked over at Angela in question.
"She's going to get the, umm, well, I guess you could call them brownies, sort of," Angela said. Michelle wondered where Brennan had learned that recipe.
Legates saw Hodgins move to the wall next to the TV. Hodgins reached to the left and hit a button. Legates' eyes widened and his eyebrows quirked as the rack of movies moved and new one appeared. Legates heard Perkins whistle as the new set of movies appeared.
Hodgins scanned the movies and pulled one down. He held it up for Angela's inspection and she nodded her approval. He popped it into a DVD player and set the movie up for when Brennan returned. Everyone began crowding around the couches. Angela and Hodgins sat on the large couch in front of the TV.
Legates gently pushed Michelle out from in front his body, wrapped his hand around her wrist then pulled her toward one of the loveseats near the main couch. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. She looked at him and smirked. He grinned at her and leaned over.
"If we didn't move quick we'd be on the floor," he told her.
"Ahhh," she said, laughing quietly.
Both their heads turned to the door and watched Brennan enter wearing a pair of black silk pajamas carrying a baking pan, a fork and a towel. She flopped down on the couch and Booth leaned over to see what was in the pan.
Legates shifted forward in Brennan's general direction when the smell of brownie goodness wafted from the pan. Both Michelle and Legates turned with everyone else at a throat clearing. Melissa Harman stood just inside the door of the game room.
"I am going home. I have no idea what you guys have done to Jason but he left for Afghanistan ready to marry me and after one simple comment, he's dumping me," she said. Brennan stabbed her fork into the brownies and looked up at the woman with flat emotionless eyes.
"The least you can do, Dr. Brennan, is say something," Melissa snapped, now thoroughly ticked off.
Brennan paused and looked over at Hodgins in question. Legates looked to Michelle to see if she knew what Brennan was questioning Hodgins about. Michelle looked at him and shrugged.
"Hey, you know what I'd say to her. Feel free to use that phrase, it would be appropriate here," Hodgins told Brennan.
Calmly, she looked over at the other woman and lifted her chin.
"Don't let the door hit you where the Good Lord split ya," Brennan said in a cold voice.
Legates' mouth fell open and Michelle burst into loud laughter. Legates joined her a split second later when everyone else started laughing. They watched as Melissa Harman huffed then stormed out of the game room. Michelle and Legates were laughing so hard they didn't hear Brennan asking Hodgins if she had gotten it right. Legates saw Booth wave his finger and stood up to follow Melissa. Techie was one step behind Legates.
"Make sure she knows that if she speaks to anyone about anything that went on in this house she will be arrested for a breach of national security," Booth told them.
They both nodded at Booth and strode into the hallway. The two men followed her up the steps and into the foyer.
"Ms. Harman," Techie called out. Melissa stopped and turned to glare at them.
"This is your official notification that everything you have seen or heard in this house is considered a federal investigation. Speaking with anyone outside of this house about anything that you have seen or heard will be considered a breach of national security and will be treated as such. To the fullest extent of the law," Legates told her in a stern voice.
"How dare you?" Melissa snarled as she stepped forward towards him.
"Please leave the premises," Techie said, stepping forward.
Melissa turned on her heel and left the house. Techie walked to the door and watched as she walked down the driveway. He followed her half way down and watched as she got into a cab.
Michelle looked up and saw Oaks standing in the doorway. Her heart broke a little at the look on the poor guy's face. The other men seemed to realize that this guy was hurting and said nothing. Michelle watched him move and sit on the couch next to Brennan.
Brennan folded the towel and dropped it on Oaks lap then put the pan of brownies on his lap. Oaks looked down at the brownies with sad eyes while Brennan went to get another fork. When she returned, Booth scooted up against the couch in front of Brennan.
"If you guys want brownies then I'm sure there's more than enough for you all," Angela said with a smile. There was a stampede towards the door as the men and their family members headed for the kitchen.
"Jack, get me some too," Angela called as he disappeared through the door.
Legates' eyes widened as men came barreling up the steps almost knocking them down. Techie looked at Legates when Davis muttered brownies. Spinning, they followed the guys into the kitchen. Legates' eyes bugged at the sight of a stack of plates and rows upon rows of brownies cut and laid out. He grabbed a plate and put four brownies on it.
"Gosh, Legates, you hungry?" Wilson asked with a smirk.
"Yep," Legates said, leaving the kitchen.
"Is he seriously going to eat four of these?" Perkins asked, looking over at Techie.
Perkins' father looked at him and sighed. He put two brownies on his plate and looked at his son.
"Son, it's no wonder you are still single," Perkins' father said, before leaving the kitchen. Perkins shook his head in confusion.
"How many brownies are you eating?" Techie asked Perkins, while shooting him a look.
"Probably two," Perkins answered.
"Umm humm and how many did Legates take?" Techie quizzed Perkins, hoping the light would click on soon.
"Four," Perkins said, not following Techie's logic.
"So, you would assume?"
"He's eating for two people?" Perkins said, frowning at the weird thought that just crossed his mind.
"Or?" Techie continued, hoping he wouldn't have to outright explain it.
"He's getting brownies for Michelle, putz," Addison said, walking past and smacking Perkins in the back of the head.
"You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it think," Addison said, smirking at Techie. Techie shook his head at the intentional slaughtering of the phrase.
Legates went down the steps and back into the game room to see Brennan feeding Booth forkfuls of brownies. Shaking his head, he sat down next to Michelle. Her face perked up at the sight of the brownies.
"Mine," he said, blocking her reaching hand from getting a brownie.
She settled back and cast glares at him. He grinned, gosh, he was starting to love teasing her it was too much fun. He saw her lick her thumb from the corner of his eye and wondered what she was up to. Before he could react she stuck the thumb she'd just licked in the middle of a brownie. Quick as a wink, she picked up a second brownie and licked the top then put it back.
Sniffing, she moved back to the other corner of loveseat. Legates looked from the plate to her and back again. He burst out laughing and saw his mom sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She was giving Michelle the thumbs up. He laughed even harder then nudged her with his elbow. When she looked at him, he held the plate out to her.
"No, thank you," she said, grinning at him.
"You know you want one," he wheedled.
Sighing, she took the brownie she had licked and took a bite. Her eyes closed and she moaned at the flavors in her mouth. Legates sent a silent prayer northward for some control. The lights dimmed and he realized the movie was going to start.
The screen flashed and Vin Diesel came on the screen. The guys cheered and the women groaned in appreciation. Legates turned his back to the corner of the loveseat and stretched his legs out. Michelle scooted closer and curled up next to him. During the course of the movie, they readjusted themselves until they both were completely comfortable.
Legates lay on the loveseat with his legs hanging off the end of the loveseat and Michelle was lying on top of him with her head on his shoulder. Sadie watched the pair and smiled to herself. She'd watched her boy all his life and he wasn't a touchie feelie person. Even with his girlfriends, they'd sit on the couch, sometimes hold hands but he wasn't much of a cuddler. Interesting, she thought to herself, very interesting indeed.
Legates was thinking about how light Michelle was when the movie finished and the lights came up slowly. He saw Booth stand up, pick up Brennan. Legates winced at the thought of how much that was going to pull at Booth's stitches. He was watching Booth leave the room and not paying attention to anything else.
Techie stood over Legates and Michelle smirking. Andrea shot him a quizzical look and then shot him a look of horror. Techie reached over, shoved Legates and watched the pair topple to the floor. Michelle shrieked as Legates rolled out from under her and dragged her down onto the floor with him.
"Omph," he said, when she landed on him.
"Sorry," she muttered, trying to get off of him.
She pushed up with her arms and put her knees beside his hips. Davis hooted in laughter at the sight of Michelle crouched over Legates.
"Legates, you do know your mom is in the room right?" He called out, making Michelle blush and scramble up off of Legates.
"It's alright dear, not anything I haven't seen before," Sadie said cheerfully, waving at Legates and Michelle. Legates smacked his palm on his forehead and ran it down his face.
"Please don't, please don't," he softly chanted.
"He must have been, what sixteen," she started and he groaned, "and he and his girlfriend were necking on the couch. They must not have been paying attention and rolled off. He hit his head on the coffee table and we had to take him to the emergency room for stitches." Sadie sat in the chair with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face.
"Oh, dear, God," Legates whispered, his face turning beet red as the men around him bellowed in laughter. Michelle moved off of him, sat on the floor next to him, and started laughing.
"Don't worry, Legates, I have plenty of stories to share," Cam said, smiling brightly.
"CAAAMMMMMM," Michelle groaned. Legates put his hands behind his head and smirked at Michelle.
"Now, what was that girl's name?" Sadie asked herself as she looked off into space.
"Oh yeah, Becky. That little red haired girl," she continued as if still talking to herself. Legates threw his arm over his face and groaned quietly.
"I'm leaving now," he said, rolling to his stomach and standing up.
"This was getting fun," Michelle pouted.
"I'll be back," he called over his shoulder with a smile.
Angela stood up walked to the console hit a button and flipped a button and watched as a game rotated out from the back.
"Anyone want to play Wacky World of Sports with me?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.
"Not me, you are way too competitive," Hodgins said. Michelle grinned and waved her hand.
"I'll play," she said. Angela handed Michelle a remote and looked around. The guys quickly looked away and she sighed.
"Jeez, just because it's not NFL or you're not killing someone doesn't mean it's not fun," Angela said.
She watched while Michelle made a quick Mii character then started the game. Legates slid back into the room to watch as the women selected the furniture racing game. He sat down next to Michelle and laughed as she picked the toilet racer.
"What? It's smaller and easier to control," she said, laughing.
"I always knew you had potty humor," he told her with a grin.
Angela snickered as she picked the bed.
"The toilet may be smaller but the bed has more parts that can be torn off," she told the pair.
The race started and the guys crowded onto the couch and around to watch. They were cheering when either of the girls got ahead. They groaned when Michelle went on an off shoot.
"Hey, where did that come from?" Angela squealed as the screen split and the two women raced two different courses.
Angela saw the finish line on the screen but Michelle put on a burst of speed and her toilet came flying out from a side street and crossed the finish line first. The guys were laughing and cheering as Michelle grinned. Angela sat with her mouth hanging open then glared.
"Alright! Bust out your iron, Baby," Angela said, laughing.
The two women stood up and took their stances. Legates was laughing so hard at the two independent women competing at ironing that he couldn't control it. The men around them cheering and laughing as the games continued. Sadie sat in her chair just observing with a smile. She laughed at Michelle and Angela as they trash talked. Finally, Michelle sighed and threw her hands up.
"I'm not admitting defeat. I just have to pee," she said, handing Angela the remote.
"Uh huh, sure," Angela said with a grin.
Michelle slipped from the room and went to her room to use the bathroom. Legates moved from the floor to the loveseat with a grunt.
"You know, Legates, if you'd just stop falling off couches you wouldn't be so sore," Goodman said, laughing.
"Okay, Ross," Legates shot back. The men burst into laughter at the pair.
"We have time for another movie. The Notebook or Princess Bride?" Angela asked, holding up two movies. Groans came from around the room at their choices.
"Princess Bride," came flying from various voiced around the room.
Nodding, Angela put the movie in and sat down on the couch next to Hodgins. Michelle walked back into the room and sat down on Legates' stomach.
"Omph," he grunted when she sat down.
She glared at him when he grunted. She wiggled her butt, shifting her weight making him grin at her.
"As if," he said.
She lay down and curled up on his stomach. His arm draped around her naturally and they watched the movie. When it was almost over, Legates saw Brennan slip past the door and heard her pad up the steps. A few moments later, he saw Booth following her.
Michelle shifted and burrowed between his body and the back of the couch. He looked down at her as she tucked her head into his neck. Techie waggled his eyebrows at him and Legates lifted his hand. Andrea smacked Techie and Michelle reached up and pushed Legates hand down.
"Your father wasn't a glassblower," she told him.
He chuckled quietly at her comment. When the movie ended, the lights came back up. Legates glanced towards the door seeing movement and groaned as he saw Booth leading Brennan past. Everyone turned to look at him in confusion. He rolled off the couch and walked to the jukebox, punched in a few numbers then looked for a volume button. When he spotted it, he turned the music up a little louder and turned around. Everyone was staring at him as if he'd lost his mind.
"Come on, you guys know about them. I don't feel like listening to it for God knows how long," he shrugged.
The men started chuckling at his statement. Denise looked over at Wilson with a raised eyebrow.
"You remember Ronnie and Jennifer?" He asked her and watched as she nodded a yes.
"Sarge and Dr. B make them seem silent. And Sarge has stamina that blows what I had when we first got together, out of the water," he said, blushing. Her mouth fell open and she started giggling.
"Anything Sarge does, he does well," Techie smirked at Andrea. She started laughing and rolled her eyes.
"But the real question is, is he teaching you guys such practical lessons?" Angela asked, wiggling her eyebrows at them. Michelle snickered from the couch and the guys looked down at her.
"What? It's a legitimate question and I'm just glad I'll always have Angela to ask those questions when no one else will," Michelle said, smirking.
Angela nodded her head in thanks to Michelle's complement. Michelle saw Angela jump, get up, and walk out into the hallway. Curiously, Techie followed her to the door and found her on one phone while holding the other. He listened to the conversation and laughed at Angela's glee in telling Sully that Brennan and Booth were having sex. He was grinning when she turned around and headed back to the game room.
"You enjoyed that way too much," he said, laughing.
"Oh, you have no idea," Angela said, grinning. Shaking his head, Techie went into the game room and Angela followed him in.
A/N: For tomorrow...la la la...permanent marks, naked baby pictures, intermission, 1200 calories, gross sex, ESPN, marriage, food coloring, dinner, Legatar, rides not taken, sympathy sex, sweet at heart, broccoli, iPhone, classes, Sunday papers, patience of saints, Lady Gada, choking, red light special, cranky Oaks, monster stats, blinds, and sleep.
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