Disclaimer: I don't own Bones the show belongs to Hart Hanson and Fox.
Jenheir1: shhhh this is FICTION they would have never known if you didn't confirm LOL
Silver Maker: Oye vey, you set your brother's butt on fire. Ouchie...okay totally hilarious ROFL. I made him allergic to wool for the sheer fun of the mental imagery of an Army guy all dressed up and scratching his butt bwuahahahaha. It's like seeing someone all dressed up and falling on their face. Sad but amusing lol. My characters are people even if only in my imagination =D
Angelbach: I used to see those mornings when I worked the midnight shift at a convenience store. It was odd because suddenly there would be NO cars on the road and everything got silent. It's kinda cool in my opinion. Meh it's the Army it's easier to tell them to put something on underneath than change the standard. Legates being a man (in my experience most don't know/care) he wouldn't think about wearing anything under it. He just wears it as is and scratches his butt when no one is looking =D.
Yenyen76: =) I only want people to think my readers are as crazy as I am =). I used to get those looks from my husband so you get to get them from your co-workers bwuahahahaha.
Archerblad3: Tada shopping with guys in Victoria's Secrets is either F-U-N or funny. *snicker* Guess which one this is...
1956JohnDeere50: LOL everyone wants to see the Victoria's Secrets scene so you're not alone. Although if I had thought about it a little more I could have had a lot of fun with Legates' inner devil and her sizes. /sigh sorry about that.
Nertooold54:Yeah, wool allergies suck. I'm kinda glad I don't have one.
Chapter 21 - Victoria's Secrets
He followed them over to an Old Navy store. This would be where they were getting their clothes. Grunting he walked over to the undergarments. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Why was he not surprised the only thing they had were boxers. Grabbing a pair in his size, he groaned as he realized he'd have to get a tee shirt and shorts. He wasn't running around with nothing but boxers on,which meant he'd have to buy a bag.
Grunting again, he walked to the clearance section and started flicking through the tee shirts. On the upside the summer stuff was on sale. Which meant he could get both the shorts and shirt on sale. The only shirt he might even possibly wear was an Old Navy Clothing Co. shirt. So he grabbed that one. Thankfully there was a tall section in clearance. Walking to the shorts, he grabbed a blue pair then headed to the bag section. Brown snickered when he saw Legates walk into the bag section until he saw him come out carrying a messenger bag.
"Good idea," Brown muttered.
"I know," Legates said with a smirk. He saw Brown carrying a pair of boxer briefs.
"Hey, where'd you get those?" Legates asked with interest.
"Over there," Brown said, pointing in a general direction.
"Thanks," Legates said, heading that way.
He almost sighed out loud at the sight of boxer briefs. He preferred boxers to briefs but first choice was the mix of the two. He groaned at the patterns with a grunt he grabbed the first pair that were his size. Walking to the socks, he grabbed a pair and looked at his stuff. Going to the checkout line, he paid for his items and waited for the rest of them. They left the store and followed Brennan's determined stride to Victoria's Secrets. The three men stopped outside and Booth shot them a triumphant grin as he followed Brennan into the store.
Brennan stopped, turned and looked at Legates and crooked her finger at him. Oh no, what does she want with me, Legates thought. He could feel his face, neck and hairline getting warm. He stepped into the store and stopped. Brennan flitted from rack to rack. Legates was trying hard not to look at the items hanging around him. He'd mentally picture them on Michelle and that would be bad. Booth would strangle him.
Stopping at a rack, Brennan held up a red bra with black polka dots and pink one with black lace for Booth's inspection. Legates shifted nervously as Booth gave his preference. Legates was still wondering why he was here. Seeing him shifting nervously, Brennan walked over to him. He backed away from her shaking his head thinking she wanted his opinion.
Booth scrubbed his hand over his mouth, hiding his grin at Legates' reaction. Brennan pushed the bras and panties into Booth's hands. Legates rolled his eyes at Booth's appraisal of the garments. Legates saw her writing on the magna doodle and then she pushed it into his hands. He looked down and saw sizes and swallowed. He closed his eyes and prayed that these weren't what he thought they were. He found himself being pushed over to a woman standing nearby.
"I have no idea why I'm here," he told the woman.
Brennan rolled her eyes and took the magna doodle from his hand. And scribbled again then handed it to the sales woman.
"Okay you need a gift for your girlfriend and these are her sizes," the sales associate said with a smile.
Legates whipped his head around to look at Brennan. She smirked and shooed him with her hands. She was trying to get him killed, he just knew it. What the hell would he buy Michelle in here? Oh lord the sizes were Michelle's. How the heck did Brennan know those, on second thought he didn't want to know.
"Okay follow me," the woman said. Legates followed the woman. She stopped near the middle of the store. Legates shifted nervously from one foot to another.
"So what does she like? Push up? Underwire? Sports? Bikini? Boy short?" The woman rapid fired the questions.
"Umm, we're not that close yet," Legates muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. The woman felt bad for the guy standing here. He was uncomfortable in the lingerie.
"Okay how about pajamas? Those are a little less personal," she said, waving for him to follow her.
Legates followed the woman to the pajama section and felt a little less nervous. At least here he could actually look without having a mental image that would give him an immediate erection.
"So, do you know anything about her sleep wear?" The young woman asked with a smile.
"That I actually do," he said sheepishly. She nodded and looked at him expectantly.
"She wears those pant and tank tops," he said, waving his finger around. The woman nodded and headed towards a set of racks.
"Okay what colors?" The woman asked, eyeing his face. He paused and cocked his head.
"She mainly wears tealish, light purples, reds and light blue" he said, leaning back on his heels. The woman paused and cocked her head.
"What is her skin color?" The woman asked, pursing her lips in concentration.
"Caramel," Legates said without pause.
Nodding, the woman swooped around the racks and pulled several garments from the rack, checking the magna doodle for sizes. She laid several out for his inspection. He fingered the garments, pushing aside the satin. He couldn't see her wearing that, he went through several of them and settled on four. A teal set that had little itty bitty shorts, the woman had called them boy shorts and what the woman had called a cami top.
Mentally he shrugged, he didn't care what it was called. He mentally beat down his inner devil that was screaming 'yeah who cares what they're called, you just want to see them on her'. The next set he picked was a pair of pants and a tee shirt that were made from soft tee shirt material. It was like a shirt that had been washed so many times it was almost thin but not quite.
Then there was the boxer short tank top set that was a pink color that he thought would look really good on her. He decided to get a second set of the soft tee shirt pajamas in a purple leopard print.
"May I make a suggestion?" The woman asked looking at the pajamas.
"Uh, sure," he said, hoping the woman wouldn't suggest matching underwear or something. She walked away and came back carrying a few tank tops.
"These she can mix and match with the bottoms you have here or she can wear them out during the day," the woman said, indicating the four tank tops.
"Sure sounds good," he said. She set the tank tops on top of the pajamas.
"May I suggest a scent maybe," the woman tried.
"She wears warm vanilla sugar," he said, remembering seeing it on her dresser.
"That's Bath and Body Works. Maybe something new," she said with a smile. Legates shook his head no.
"No, I like what she wears now. I think I'll just take these," he said, indicating the four sets of pajamas.
She nodded and walked the items to the register. She rang them up and Legates handed over his card without even looking at the total.
"Here are gift receipts so that if she doesn't like them she can return them," the woman said, smiling.
"Thanks," he said, sticking them in his wallet where they wouldn't get lost.
Picking up a pen he signed the bottom of the receipt and almost passed out at the two hundred dollars he'd just spent on someone who he wasn't even sure if he was dating. Sticking his copy of the receipt in his wallet he picked up the large pink striped bag and walked out of the store. His eyes still glassy from the amount of cash he'd just dropped. He wasn't broke but he'd never spent that kind of money on a girl. Not even ones he'd been dating for awhile.
He saw Booth and Brennan headed for the door and followed behind them. The two of them looked very pleased. He knew why Booth was pleased, having seen the underwear in there he'd be pleased to see any of it on Michelle. But Brennan he wondered what she was smirking about.
"Anything else, Bones?" Booth asked her with a smile. She nodded and headed to the escalator. The men followed her.
"You know when I joined the Army I thought I was going to go places, do things, see the world. Not drive people around and take them shopping," Robertson mumbled. Legates glared at the kid who shifted away from him.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be kid," Booth said quietly.
Brennan reached out and squeezed his hand. The escalator reached the top floor and Brennan took an immediate right then ducked into a store. The men groaned at the Lush sign over the door. Booth leaned at the doorway and watched Brennan move around the shop.
"Couldn't she just use the stuff at the hotel?" Brown asked, frowning when he saw her pick up a basket near the counter.
"Nope, then she wouldn't be Bones," Booth said. Ten minutes later, she came out of the store carrying a small bag. She stopped and looked at Booth.
"Food?" Booth asked looking around at the guys.
They nodded and Brennan led them to the food court. Once all the guys had their food, Brennan left her bags with them and went to the gelato stand. She returned carrying a shake that looked to be a strange purple color.
"Bones, what the hell is that?" Booth asked, eyeing her gelato shake.
"Blueberry and lavender Frappe," Robertson rumbled.
Brennan nodded then smiled at him. Booth shot Robertson a quizzical look. Legates' mind drifted during the conversation. To be honest he didn't care what Brennan ate as long as she ate something.
"What? They're good. Better than the black olive ones," Robertson said.
Brennan's hand shot out and mindlessly snagged one of Booth's french fries. He swatted her hand and took the fry from her. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.
"After we get home and the doctor clears you to eat solid foods, I will let you have as many of my fries as you want," Booth told her.
"What happened to you, Dr. Brennan?" Robertson asked his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would," Booth murmured.
"She got capstunned with a 75/25% mixture," Legates said abruptly.
His face screwed up in a scowl, the question brought up unhappy thoughts all the way around. Brennan's pain, Michelle's vomiting , Angela's crying, Booth's panic, just generally bad thoughts. Robertson's face scrunched up as he thought about the answer.
"So," he said.
"We get shot with a 25/75% mixture," Brown said. Robertson's eyes widened as he remembered being sprayed with the stuff.
"She has severe burns on her face, chest, and down her throat," Booth growled.
"Sheeeeiiiiittttt," Robertson rumbled.
Brennan stirred the straw around in her drink and stared at the milkshake. Booth's hand reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. Legates was staring at his tray and Brown snorted when Legates spaced out. He swore that since Legates started flirting with Michelle the man had spent more than half his time spacing. Legates sat wondering if someone had made Michelle eat and if so he wondered exactly what it was she had eaten. He knew she was sick of pizza.
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Michelle looked down at her plate and shot Hodgins a huge smile. Hodgins grinned and nodded.
"I figured we'd all be sick of pizza and chinese so I thought sloppy joe's would be good," he said, picking up his fork.
Michelle's mouth fell open slightly when Hodgins started eating his with a fork. He paused and looked at her with the fork halfway to his open mouth.
"What?" He asked, his fork still hovering.
"I've just never seen anyone eat a sloppy joe with a fork," Michelle commented.
Hodgins shrugged and took a bite of his dinner. Michelle picked up her hamburger bun. The meat and sauce squished out the back and hit the plate with a plop.
"See that's why I eat them with a fork. So they don't get-"
"Sloppy?" Michelle said, cutting him off. Hodgins smirked at her and nodded.
Shaking her head, Michelle returned to her dinner and Cam shook her head. Michelle hadn't heard anything about the trio that had gone to Kansas and wondered when they'd be back.
The men looked around at each other after finishing their meals and nodded to one another.
"Let's go, Bones. Time to get checked in to a hotel," Booth said.
As they walked to the exit, they talked about the different hotels. Brennan stopped and put her hands on her hips. Booth paused and looked at her.
"I forgot, Bones already found one," Booth said.
Brennan nodded and quickly caught up to them.
"I can't afford no fancy schmancy hotel," Legates grumbled. He wasn't a tight ass really but he knew Brennan had money and her friends had money so they would probably be used to the Ritz or some such crap. He wasn't about to dish out three hundred dollars for one night. Brennan's lips pursed in confusion.
"It's a descriptive term for what you would call an expensive hotel, Bones," Booth said.
Brennan rolled her eyes and kept walking. They carried the bags to the Humvee and dumped them into the vehicle. Brennan climbed in and Booth followed. Brown climbed in on the other side. Brennan pulled out her magna doodle and scribbled. She handed it to Booth and he nodded.
Is Robertson staying with us? I am paying so there is only one receipt to be filed for reimbursement.
"Robertson, are you going back to base or are you supposed to stay with us?" Booth asked the young man as he started the Humvee.
"I'm supposed to stick with you guys until you leave. I'll have to call the offices because they thought you were going to be leaving tonight," he said.
Brennan nodded at his information. Lovely, Legates thought. So now the question was, would he be sleeping with Robertson or with Booth and Brennan? He knew Booth wouldn't have Robertson in a room with him and Brennan. Booth didn't trust the guy enough.
"Bones, says to make things easier she will pay for the rooms so that there will only be one receipt filed for reimbursement," Booth said. He saw Legate let out a sigh and snorted.
"Legates, you have not had to spend money on anything for at least a week," Booth grunted. Robertson chuckled at the two of them bantering back and forth.
"Well, considering what I just dropped in Victoria's Secret I'm going to be broke for a while," Legates said.
"Legates, now would be a good time to shut up," Booth muttered.
"Hey, it's not like I bought her lingerie," Legates argued.
"Good now I don't have to shoot you. I only have to strangle you," Booth said. Robertson's low laughing rumble bounced around the Humvee.
Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of the hotel. Robertson parked the Humvee and everyone climbed out. Brennan used her magna doodle and got two rooms then handed over her credit card.
"I'm surprised that thing isn't on fire with all the friction it's getting," Robertson mumbled. Brennan shot him a grin that caused Booth to groan.
"Bones, get your mind out of the gutter," Booth chastised. Legates snorted quietly and Brown kicked his boot in retribution for laughing.
Brennan shrugged and signed the paper. Turning, she handed Brown a door key and pointed to him and Robertson. Legates breathed out, he would be in the room with Booth and Brennan. Honestly he preferred it that way and so apparently did Brennan. He followed the pair down the hall and into a room. He watched Brennan bustle around the room and shook his head. He saw Booth reach out and stop her by grabbing the top of her arm.
"Now be honest, Bones, how bad is your throat hurting?" Booth asked, Legates saw her look up at Booth. He didn't see anything but apparently Booth did.
"Yeah, I thought so. You haven't taken anything for your throat since early this morning. Take the codeine and if you fall asleep I'll wake you up for dinner," Booth told her.
Brennan went to the bathroom and returned moments later wearing the over sized Flyers tee shirt. She crawled on the bed and Legates was pretty sure she was done for. But to his surprise she pulled out her computer and started typing. Legates put his bags on the bed and pulled his items out. He began pulling tags off while staring into space. His mind snapped to the present when he heard the computer beep. He saw Brennan click and then heard.
"Sweetie, you look like shit," Angela said.
Legates stood up and walked to the door. Snagging the card from the table on the way by, he left the room. Taking the elevator down, he stepped into the lobby. He walked to the desk and waited for the woman behind the counter to acknowledge him. She looked up and shot him a smile.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Is there a store nearby where I can get some personal items?" Legates asked her with a smile. She smiled at him and gestured out the door.
"There's a Walgreens across the street," she said, giving him a flirty smile.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said, turning on his heel he left the lobby.
Jogging across the street he went into the store and purchased, razors, shaving cream and deodorant. Jogging back to the hotel he carried his bag up to the room and quietly entered. Brennan was laying on the bed typing and Legates noticed her head dropping to the keyboard.
Finally, Booth reached over her and took the computer from her. He saved her document, shut the computer down and closed the top with a snap. Legates eyed Brennan as her eyes dropped closed.
"Wow, that stuff really knocks her on her ass," Legates commented.
"Yeah, she's not one to take medication. She has no tolerance for the stuff," Booth said idly, flipping through the channels.
He found a Flyers game, kicked off his shoes and sat back to watch. Brown knocked on the door and Legates let both Brown and Robertson into the room. The men sat around watching the game and Legates looked frantically at the bed after they let out a loud cheer. Booth smirked at him and shook his head.
"When she's drugged she sleeps like the dead," Booth told him. Booth put his hands up at his shoulders and wrapped them around his pillow behind his head.
"With you being so protective I'm surprised that you'd let a virtual stranger in a room with her in that state," Brown stated.
Booth snorted and wrapped his hand around the gun under the pillow. Legates smirked, having seen him put the gun there.
"Go ahead and try it, Brown," Legates egged the man on.
Brown sat forward from his position on the floor between the beds and reached a hand towards Brennan. Before his fingers got within a foot of her, he heard the click of a safety coming off. He glanced up and saw a gun pointed at his forehead.
"Fuck," Robertson rumbled, his eyes wide in amazement. Brown shook his head and sat back against the nightstand between the two beds.
"Never could sneak up on you," Brown mumbled. Legates smirked at Brown and shot Booth a look.
"You should have known better, Brown," Booth chastised. Brennan's eyes blinked open sleepily at the click of the safety coming off.
"Booth, why are you pointing a gun at Brown?" Brennan mumbled, burying her head back into the pillow.
"They were questioning my ability to protect you," Booth answered, putting the safety back on and slipping the gum back under his pillow.
Booth's head jerked back towards Brennan when he realized she had spoken. Her voice was rough and gravelly. Legates eyes widened and he glanced at Booth.
"Bones, you shouldn't be talking, dang it," Booth said in a low growl.
Brennan shrugged, rolled in towards him and promptly went back to sleep. Booth sighed and glanced at his watch.
"Pizza okay for dinner?" Booth asked the guys sitting around the room.
He heard a unanimous 'yes'. Reaching over, he picked up the hotel phone and the local pizza delivery place's menu off the nightstand. He ordered three pizzas and frowned at Robertson who grunted at the vegetarian pizza Booth ordered. Booth paused and sighed at his mistake.
Glancing at the menu, he saw the only thing he could order was cheesecake and a milkshake for her. He changed the order, paid then hung up the phone. Legates got up and carried his clothes to the bathroom and took a shower while waiting on food. When he came back out, he sat down on the bed. Brown looked at his leg and raised an eyebrow. Legates lifted his leg and shrugged. His skin was a little red from where he'd been scratching.
"Allergies," Legates grunted.
"To your skin?" Brown asked, looking at Legates with a smirk.
"No, dumbass, I have a mild allergy to wool. It irritates my skin and I've been wearing a wool uniform for most of the day," Legates grunted.
There was a knock at the door and Booth answered it. He came back carrying the pizzas, cheesecake and milkshake. He put Brennan's food in the fridge and set the pizzas on the dresser. They started watching another game and ate. Two hours had passed before Brennan came to and blearily looked around. Legates chuckled when she looked down at herself then Booth.
What's up, Bones?" Booth asked when she shot him a look.
She plucked at the neckline of the Flyers tee shirt she was wearing. Booth suddenly understood and stood up. He walked to the mini fridge and pulled out the cheesecake and milkshake.
"She's got you waiting on her hand and foot," Robertson teased Booth. Booth shot Robertson a dirty look.
"She's wearing a tee shirt and not much else. Bones is not body shy but I wouldn't want to have to beat your face in for looking," Booth said, glaring at the man. Robertson grinned and shook his head. When everyone was finished eating, Booth glanced at his watch.
"Bed time, kiddies," Booth told them.
Brown snorted but stood up and walked to the door with Robertson trailing behind him. Booth locked the door then snapped the lights off in the room. Legates pulled off his shirt and slid into the bed. Rolling over, he gave Booth and Brennan his back. His eyes drifted closed with the thoughts of light caramel colored skin, soft brown hair, golden eyes and lovely curves.
Legates woke up hearing a soft knock on the door. He quietly got up and pulled on his tee shirt. Answering the door and saw a young man holding his uniform on a hanger with a bag over it. He took the hanger and nodded his thanks to the man. Smiling, the man walked down the hall to the next door and knocked. Taking his uniform into the bathroom he hung it on the back of the door. Closing the door, he lathered his face and started shaving.
Pulling on his uniform but not buttoning the shirt, he made his way back to the bedroom. Booth and Brennan were still sleeping. Legates put on his deodorant and socks then buttoned his shirt and pulled on his boots. He picked up the keycard from the table next to the TV and headed out the door. He walked down to Brown's room and knocked on the door. Brown opened the door and glared at Legates.
"What do you want?" He grumbled at Legates.
"To make sure your ass was up," Legates said, turning he started down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Brown said loud enough for Legates to hear him. Legates spun and walked backwards.
"You've seen Dr. Brennan before coffee. Where do you think I'm going?" He asked Brown with a raised eyebrow.
Sighing, Brown closed the door and turned back into the room. Robertson held his finger up for him to be quiet. Brown almost burst into laughter as he heard Booth badly impersonating Frank Sinatra. Robertson chuckled lightly at Booth's song. Legates got on the elevator and headed down to the lobby. He saw the same woman working the desk. He walked up and smiled at her politely.
"Can I help you?" She asked shooting him the same flirty smile.
"I was wondering if there was somewhere within walking distance to get coffee?" He asked with the same polite smile.
"There's a Starbucks on the other side of that Walgreens," she said, pointing across the street.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said and headed out the door.
He returned to the hotel after buying coffee and headed back to the room. Robertson and Brown were in the hall about to knock on the door when Legates stepped off the elevator. They turned when the elevator slid open and stepped back from the room's door. He handed the coffee to Brown and opened the door then took the coffee back from Brown.
"Ass kisser," Brown muttered.
"If you'd gotten up early enough you could have done it," Legates said, smirking.
They entered the room to find Booth still in the bed. Legates set the coffee on the dresser and took a cup. His eyebrow rose when Robertson smirked at Booth.
"Fly me to the moon, Let me play among the stars," he crooned.
Legates tried not to snort, the boy had some balls to be teasing Booth like that. Legates watched as Booth rolled from the bed and picked up Brennan's clothes. Booth carried them into the bathroom and a few minutes later Legates burst into laughter as Booth hauled ass out of the bathroom being chased by a bar of soap. Now what could he have done to piss her off that bad? But given Booth's grin, he must not have actually ticked her off and they were playing.
"Sarge, if you don't stop pissing her off, she's going to kill you before the bad guys can," Brown causally laughed.
"Shut up, Brown," Booth growled.
Robertson's face showed a little surprise at Brown calling Booth, Sarge. The two men walked to the dresser and looked at the coffee. Legates pointed to theirs and they picked up their cups. They stood sipping their coffee while Booth showered and suddenly they heard Booth yelling in the shower.
"Not funny, Bones," he yelled over the shower.
Legates burst into laughter almost snarfing his coffee, he knew Brennan was the type to get hers each and every time. He was grinning when she stepped out of the bathroom. She shot him a smile and walked to the bed. He watched her start gathering hers and Booth's items up on the bed. Snapping his fingers, he walked to his bed, swept his stuff up and jammed it in the bag he bought. She shot him a disapproving look. Her head cocked and she walked to the bathroom door and cracked it. He saw her stick her arm in the door then pull it back and close it.
"I love you, Bones," Booth called through the door.
Legates looked at Brennan with an eyebrow raised in question. She picked up her magna doodle and wrote two words and turned it to face him.
Hair Gel
Legates barked out a laugh and shook his head. He knew Booth was funny about his hair but that just took the cake.
"Prissy bastard," Brown grumbled.
"Yeah but he can still kick your ass any day of the week," Legates said.
Brennan smiled smugly and narrowed her eyes.
"Hell, she can kick your ass. Oh wait, she did," Legates shot at him.
Brown glared at Legates who was laughing at him.
"She," Robertson pointed at Brennan, "kicked his," he then pointed at Brown, "ass?" Robertson asked as he pointed back and forth between the two. Legates laughed at Robertson's amazement. Of course he had to remember that he too had been amazed by her abilities.
"Well," Legates rubbed the back of his neck, "she was fighting Francis and then Patterson joined in. Then Brown and Lopez, it was I believe, got in on the action. When she got tired of fighting then she put them down. It was very amusing," Legates told Robertson.
Robertson chuckled at Legates story. Brennan glanced at her watch then began moving around the room gathering up their items. Legates' mouth fell open when a duffel bag appeared from under the bed.
"When the hell did she buy that?" He wondered out loud. Booth came out of the bathroom and dropped the items in his hands into hers.
"She's not your slave you know," Brown teased Booth.
"No, but I'm smart enough to let her organize and pack. It's dangerous otherwise," Booth said.
"Sarge, you smell like you are wearing cologne. Did you buy some at the mall?" Legates said, biting back a smile. He knew Booth could take anyone in this room, was quick as lightning with his firearm but that didn't change the fact, he was a pretty boy.
"No, it's the body wash and hair gel that Bones bought," Booth replied.
Picking up his clothes, he folded them then handed them to Brennan. They left the room and headed to the desk. Brennan checked them out and Robertson pulled the Humvee around. After everyone climbed in, Robertson looked over his shoulder at the people in the back.
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah, food would be good," Booth said.
They left the hotel lobby and made their way to the Humvee.
A/N: Sneak peek at tomorrow right here - being one of the guys, breakfast, court, happy thoughts, standing hair, poor Perkins, little sister, a pervert, asses on fire, raisins, wondering about the past, back to DC, sacrifices, results, spitting on Bones, questions, porn, mental pictures, and passwords.
A/N2: There are a few links on the blog today.
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