Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply. I don't own anything, I'm not taking credit off of it, and the only way I'd make money off of it was if Hart Hanson hired me (as if that'd ever happen).
Doc206: I'm so glad to help =D Lots of fluff in this chapter and lots of fluff to come. For now it's all kinds of disgustingly sweet fluffiness but you know relationships aren't all fluff all the time ;-).
Yenyen76: Happy dance totally appropriate in this circumstance =D.
Angelbach: Exactly just what every girl wants is to be one of the guys. I actually went back to Murder in Maluku to make sure it was right. LOL. Gotta love a dog that adds sound effects to your story =D. Mine usually just snorts and sneezes. /snicker One thing I can tell you is that my clues at the bottom of the story are sometimes EXACTLY what I say they are and sometimes they are not what they seem. I had to tweet about that one. ;-) Oohhh speaking of Achmed I should put a link in for him. /snicker
Jenheir1: Ha, he just doesn't want to get his ass kicked =D. If all goes well both sequels will be published simultaneously so that there won't be homework at all. No the later part of this story is the six months between the end of the case and the epilogue of Espionage.
Nertoool54: She won't doubt it past this chapter ;-)
ArielBrennan: Ha, my DH who read the story said that I made her 'trampy' in this chapter and she still had her clothes on. So alas no dual nakedness in this chapter. There is nakedness but not nekkidness. LOL
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Chapter 23 - Secrets Revealed
Sighing, he climbed out of the vehicle. His back, arms, and butt were sore from driving for the last three hours. After Booth and Brennan climbed out of the vehicle, Legates grabbed his bag from the back. Everyone made their way into the house. Padding quietly through the foyer, he went down the steps and through the hallway to his room.
Opening the door, he entered the room and dropped his bag next to the door. Not noticing the light next to the bed being on, he walked to the bed and flopped down with a grunt. Michelle remained silent watching him unlace his boots, wondering when he'd notice she was there. After getting his boots off, Legates walked to the bathroom, pulling off clothes and throwing them into a pile as he moved.
Michelle's eyes widened and she was sure that she should say something. Nah, she'd enjoy the view. Was he wearing banana underwear? Were there seriously bananas on his underwear? Her mouth fell open when he stopped in front of his pile of clothes and pulled off his underwear. When he got in the bathroom, he closed the door, turned on the shower and stepped in. Michelle sat on the couch in his room, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. For a trained sniper he didn't seem to be aware of her presence on his couch.
She smacked her hand over her mouth and giggled. Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and began digging through the duffel he brought from his dorm room. He was reaching for his towel when he heard a soft cough.
Turning swiftly, his eyes scanned the room. His eyes landed on Michelle sitting on the couch near the window. Relaxing his shoulders, he put his hands on his hips and grinned.
"Paying me back for breaking into your room?" He asked her with a chuckle.
"I was waiting for you to come back," she said, after clearing her throat. His neck straightened and he looked at her in surprise.
"You saw me?" He asked, jerking his thumb towards the door.
"Honey, you're larger than life. How could I miss you? And, yes, I do mean all of you," she said, with a purr that was laced with laughter.
"Hey! Don't talk about those regions of my body while laughing. You'll hurt my feelings," he said, pouting.
She snorted and stood up, walked to the door and turned on the overhead light. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. She walked back to the couch and eyed the water running down his chest. Legates looked down and shrugged.
"I don't wear clothes in the shower," he said. She grinned and raised one eyebrow.
"I hope not. I also hope there's other times you don't wear them," she said. He scowled at her for teasing him.
"You'd better stop that, young lady," he said, putting his hands on back on his hips.
His muscles bunched across his chest and arms when he did that. Her eyes got wide and her mouth spread in an even wider grin. Her eyes were drawn the the two intertwined dragons that were tattooed on his chest. She sat on the couch, pulled her feet up to the side and leaned on the arm.
Legates watched as she made herself comfortable on the couch in his room. His mind started wandering to places that involved lots of skin, very little clothes and the taste of her skin.
"Earth to Josh," she said, hiding her laughter at his obvious reaction to his thoughts.
"Huh? Wha?" He said, snapping back to the present.
He caught the knowing look on her face and he blushed. Turning around, he grabbed his pajama pants and headed to the bathroom.
"Make yourself at home, oh wait, you already have," he said, teasing her as he headed to the bathroom.
She leaned her head on her hand and her elbow on the arm of the couch. He reappeared a few moments later wearing a pair of green and black plaid flannel pants. They hung low on his hips and shifted lower as he moved. She saw a thin love trail that started below his belly button and traveled south. The dark hair was just barely there.
"Planning on giving me a peep show? Cos you are about to lose your pants," she said with a leer. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he looked at her.
"I can if you'd like. Whatever you want I'll give you," he said, bowing and putting his hand over his heart.
She stretched her neck seeing if she could catch another glimpse while he was bowing. She pouted when she couldn't. His eyes twinkled with laughter at her pout.
"So, why exactly are you in my room?" He asked her, walking to the lamp next to the bed and turning it off. He moved to the couch and flopped down on the other end.
"Well, you've been here there and everywhere so I figured I'd be able to catch you here," she said almost evasively.
"Did you need something? Or did you just want to catch me?" He asked, cutting his eyes seductively at her. She wiggled her eyebrows then shrugged.
"Well, Techie said something interesting, it made me wonder and a little edgy," she said. He blew out a breath and narrowed his eyes.
"And what exactly did my dumbass friend say and why would it make you edgy?" He asked, keeping his eyes narrowed.
"He said everyone in the unit thought of me as a sister. Later elaborating that you were an exception to that feeling. But it left me wondering, what exactly," she waved her hand back and forth between the two of them, "we are. I mean are we an actual couple? A friends with benefits thing? Just some fun while we're here?" She questioned her face full of curiosity.
She hoped she wasn't pushing too fast but she really didn't like being in limbo. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at her self consciously.
"I was hoping that we were a couple but if you want a friends with benefits thing I guess I could settle for that," he said, scrunching his face unhappily. She let out a huff and shook her head.
"Couple it is then. I don't like hanging in limbo about things like this. In the past it's ended up with me having too many guy friends," she muttered, plucking at her pajama pants. He smiled understandingly and shook his head.
"Too bad for them then," he said.
"So, where are you from?" She asked in a long drawn out question, making him chuckle. He snorted and looked at her.
"Georgia," he said, broadening his speech and drawing his vowels out so it sounded like Jawja instead of Georgia. She looked at him and shook her head.
"Liar, you don't have an accent, althouugghhhh, your parents did," she pointed out.
"I turn it off and on. Just like now. Moving around so much I learned to talk without it," he told her, grinning.
"So is there a time when you don't control it?" She asked him with a twinkle in her eye. He cocked his head and thought about his answer.
"Yep," he said.
"And?" She questioned him really wanting to know.
"You'll have to see if you can find out when that is," he challenged her.
"Hmmm, okay," she agreed.
"Where are you from?" He asked her with a smile.
"Here in DC," she replied.
"Okay, then tell me something no one else knows," he told her with a raised eyebrow.
"Ha, only if you plan on sharing," she replied.
"Deal," he agreed. She paused and fell silent as she thought.
"Do you not have anything you've never told anyone?" He asked, watching her think. She slowly nodded and looked at him.
"I have a secret I'm just going to say this first. If you tell anyone and I will know because no one and I do mean no one knows this. Hell, I'm not even sure why I'm trusting you with this," she told him. He nodded in understanding.
"Anyway, if you tell anyone I'll have Booth kill you," she threatened.
"I got it," he said, holding his hands up defensively. Reaching over, he pulled on her foot then drew his hand back.
"Good Lord, your feet are freezing," he said, standing up he walked to the bed and snagged the blanket.
Dragging it back, he tossed it on the couch. She laughed and then took a deep breath. His musky scent rose from the blankets. It wasn't an unclean smell or particularly strong, just male and she liked it. He flopped back down, grabbed her feet and pulled them into his lap.
"So, spill," he said. He watched a blush spread across her face and she cleared her throat.
"I've only slept with two guys," she started. He nodded and started rubbing his hand up and down the top of her foot.
"And I faked every single orgasm with both of them," she finished, her face turning a darker red.
His mouth fell open, his eyes bugged and his hand stopped moving. She covered her eyes with her hand and refused to look at him. He shook his head, leaned over and pulled her hand down.
"Why are you embarrassed? It's not your fault they couldn't finish what they started," he told her softly.
"Yeah, well they seem to be doing fine and the only common denominator was me," she pointed out. He shook his head again and sighed.
"Most guys at your age wouldn't know a real female orgasm if it smacked them in the face. Yeah, I have five years on you but in those five years I've learned a lot," he told her. He wasn't about to tell her that most of what he learned was from his previous girlfriend whom was quite a few years older than himself. He almost snorted at that thought, she was more than twenty years older than him.
She started laughing and covered her face. He sat back and waited for her to stop laughing. She was embarrassed and he knew it so he decided to tell her his secret.
"Okay, so my secret isn't sexual but it still is a secret. My parents are the only ones who know this," he told her. She uncovered her face and stared at him. Was he serious?
"I can write with my feet," he told her in a flat tone.
She looked at him in surprise then squealed in laughter, mostly from telling him her most embarrassing secret then having him tell her that. He started to chuckle at her laughter. Neither heard the voices moving down the hallway outside.
"This I have to see," she told him.
"Nope, you said I had to tell you not show you," he said.
"Awww, come on," she whined.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he tossed out. She rolled her eyes and then glared at him. He wiggled his eyebrows in return.
"Fine. Scream or moan?" She asked him with a straight face.
"Excuse me?" He shot back with a look of shock on his face.
"Did I stutter? Would you prefer I scream or moan?" She asked him with a blank look.
"Jesus, you're serious aren't you? Let's go with moan since your mom is down the hall," he said, laughing lightly.
She smirked at him then started panting lightly. His eyes widened as he watched her go from smirking to moaning. Her fingers trailed down her neck and her body twitched as she let out a low moan. His mouth fell open as her body tensed, her breath hitched, and she let out a low moan of female satisfaction. It was like watching someone orgasm from mentally masturbating. Then as quick as she started, she stopped and looked over at him. She grinned at his slack jawed stare.
"That was...uh...very...ahh...interesting," he said, clearing his throat between each word and pause.
"Your turn, big boy," she said, trying not to laugh at the look still on his face.
He stood up, walked to his bag, and started digging around. He pulled out a notebook and a pen. Walking back, he sat on the floor and pulled off his right sock. She leaned over and watched as he put the notebook on the floor. He dropped the pen on the notebook and scooted back.
She watched in stunned amazement as he picked up the pen off the notebook, tucked it between his big toe and second toe. He curled the rest of his toes around the pen. He leaned back on his arms and chewed on his lip. He wrote his full name on the sheet of paper. She started laughing and pointed.
"You even wrote in cursive. That is freaking sick," she said in awe.
He dropped the pen and looked up at her. She was draped on the couch with her cheek resting against the seat, looking down at his notebook. Her toes were peeking out from under the blanket near his head.
"Do you always paint your toenails?" He asked her, eyeing the blood red polish on her toenails.
"Yep, my nails are too short but not my toenails," she said. She wiggled her toes and his attention was drawn back to her feet.
"How can a person as tall as you balance on something that small?"
"Practice, I've been practicing all my life. Kind of like you've been practicing using those big appendages of yours," she said, pointing at his feet. He looked at his feet and narrowed his eyes at her.
"I do not have big feet," he told her.
"I did say appendages plural and I only pointed at your feet," she said, smirking.
He reached up grabbed the blanket and pulled. She rolled off the couch still wrapped in the blanket. She squealed as she fell on top of him.
"Well, that's an interesting view," he said, staring at her butt which was facing him.
She had rolled from the couch, on top of his legs, landing face down with her feet next to his hips, her legs on top of his, her chest between his feet.
"You think you're funny, huh?" She said, glancing over her shoulder.
Using her elbows, she pulled herself forward. Thinking she was going somewhere, he grabbed her ankle. She yanked her foot then burrowed both her feet between his thighs and burrowed her toes close to his nether regions.
"Tarnation woman, those are COLD," he yelped. She burst into laughter and looked over her shoulder at him.
"Okay, so I found one time your accent comes out," she snickered.
"That was wrong, just wrong," he told her.
She laughed and he wrapped a hand around her ankle again. He pulled her to him, leaned over wrapped his arm around her ribs and lifted her up against his chest. Now they sat on the floor with her straddling his waist backwards and her back to his chest. He slid a hand under one of her legs and straightened it out. He grunted as she shifted her weight to straighten the other leg out.
"As fun as this is, you're going to have to sit between my legs because currently between the two of us we're crushing my gnardicles," he told her.
She burst out laughing and let him slide her forward. She pulled the blanket out from under herself and draped their legs with it.
"Did you just say gnardicles?" She asked, trying to stifle her laughter.
"Yes, I did," he said, looking at the ceiling. He leaned back putting his weight on his arms.
"I guess squishing them is a bad thing?" She asked him with an innocent air.
"That's a roger on that one. I like them, in fact I'm rather attached to them," he said mildly.
"Huh, I'll have to see those attachments sometime," she said blithely. He looked at the ceiling and let out a breath.
"Or maybe not," she said, shrugging at his seeming reluctance.
He was breathing and trying to think of things that would control his blood flow. It wasn't working and he felt his pajama bottoms shifting.
"Aww, Jeez," he muttered.
He lifted a hand and swiped it down his face. She leaned to the left and looked up at him. He was staring at the ceiling with intense concentration. She leaned further back against his chest and felt his prominent erection on her back, her smile spread.
"Okay, maybe I will get to," she said, smirking.
"Look when you've got a hot woman in your lap and she's talking about seeing your attachments. You should know how this works," he said gruffly. She snorted and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, it's the first time that I've gotten a guy excited with my mouth, I mean with words," she said.
"Dear, God, Almighty," he groaned.
A blush spread across her face at her unintentional blunder. Shrugging she figured she'd just go with it and keep it light and funny.
"I don't think He's going to help you with that," Michelle told him with a straight face. Legates started laughing and fell over backwards.
"You are going to be the death of me," he wheezed, still laughing. She stood up in a huff and stalked to the door.
"Where you going?" He asked, sitting back up.
She stopped by the door, looked over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow. She flicked the switch so the light blinked off and walked back to where he was sitting.
"If you're going to die you should at least be comfortable," she said saucily.
"You're evil...I like it," he said. She lay down on the floor next to him with a smile. The moonlight filtered in through the blinds and fell in a patch on the floor where they laid. In this time and place the dark didn't scare her and it surprised her.
"Do you like beer?" Michelle asked. Legates looked down at her head lying on his chest.
"Yes, I like beer. Interesting question," he said, chuckling.
She shrugged and ran her fingers across his stomach. His muscles tensed and he laughed. Her hand moved up his stomach to his chest and fiddled with the necklace that hung there. She looked at it as she turned it in her fingers. It had numbers on it like a die but there were more than six sides. Grabbing her hand, he put in on his stomach and held it still.
"Salty or sweet?" He asked her.
"Salty or sweet what?" She asked, a little confused by his question.
"Do you like salty or sweet junk food? Do you even like junk food?" He asked, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.
"Sweet most of the time and of course I like junk food," she muttered, her eyelids getting heavy.
"Is your necklace glowing?" She asked him in a sleepy voice.
"Yes, it is," he chuckled.
Legates heard her draw in a deep breath then felt it blow across his chest. He was enjoying the feeling of her pressed up against him when he felt her twitch. Damn, she fell asleep. He thought about waking her up or carrying her to her room. Sighing, he gave up the idea and let sleep overtake him.
Three hours later, Oaks looked around the kitchen.
"Crap where is Legates?" He muttered, glancing at the door. Goodman snorted and stood up.
"I'll go get his lazy ass," he said.
Goodman left the kitchen and went down the stairs. He walked down the hall to Legates room. Knocking lightly, he waited. When he got no answer, he pushed the door open gently. He stopped short at the sight of the large man sprawled on his back on the floor. He walked quickly thinking something had happened. Leaning over, he reached to pull the blanket back and found his arm grasped in a firm grip.
"What?" Legates whispered in irritation.
"Your patrol was supposed to start five minutes ago," Goodman said.
Legates put his finger to his lips but nodded. Goodman's eyebrow rose until a soft feminine sigh drifted from under the covers.
"Dude, Sarge is going to kill you," Goodman whispered. Legates waved him away. Goodman nodded and walked back to the door.
"If you're not up there in five or less I'm coming back and I'll bring Sarge with me," Goodman said smirking.
Legates rolled his eyes and shooed Goodman again. Sliding out from under Michelle, Legates picked her up, blankets and all, then carried her to the bed. He tucked her in and padded to his duffel. He pulled on his night gear and quietly left the room. He made it upstairs to find Goodman standing there with his hands on his hips.
"Sarge is going to kick your ass," he told Legates.
"No, he's not and it's nunya," Legates told him.
"What?" Goodman said, crossing his arms. Addison looked at Legates then at Goodman.
"Nunya as in it's nunya business," Legates said to Goodman.
"If he shoots you I'm going to say I told you so," Goodman said. Legates sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Nothing happened, Goodman. So there is no reason for Sarge to shoot me," Legates said, mentally groaning.
"You were sleeping on the floor half naked," Goodman said.
"Why would Sarge shoot him for sleeping half naked on the floor?" Addison asked Goodman, confusion written all over his sleep.
"Because he wasn't sleeping on the floor by himself," Goodman said politely.
"And for what you're insinuating I would have to be fully naked wouldn't I? Let's just get this patrol started," Legates growled.
They paused when the door to the kitchen swung open. They turned to see Michelle amble into the kitchen, walk to the fridge and open it. She leaned in and Goodman looked at Legates with a raised eyebrow. Legates shrugged and let a smile slide across his face.
"Night guys," Michelle mumbled as she left carrying a flavored water.
"Night," they called out. Addison turned to look at Legates.
"Sarge is going to keeelllll you," Addison said, imitating Achmed and laughing.
Legates shook his head, picked up his weapon and left the kitchen. Michelle wandered down the hallway and a grin pulled up at the corners of her mouth. She walked directly to Legates' room and slipped inside. She took a drink of her water, set the bottle on the nightstand. Flicking on the lamp, she crawled back into his bed.
Four hours later, she rolled over and snagged a pillow. Curling up around it, she went back to sleep. Legates walked into the kitchen and waved to the guys sitting there as he passed through. Goodman laughed and twiddled his fingers as Legates walked by. He'd seen Michelle slip into Legates' room, while he'd been on patrol.
Legates continued through the foyer, down the stairs and to his room. He opened the door and walked into his room. He blinked at the lamp on the bedside table. Michelle must have left it on. After closing his door, he stripped on his way to the bathroom. He returned a few moments later and lifted the blanket to crawl into bed. His eyes widened and he jerked back as he realized there was a person in his bed. A breath later, he smiled, the scent of warm vanilla sugar drifted from the covers and he knew who was in his bed. He crawled into the bed and pulled the covers up to his waist. Rolling on his side, he reached for his pillow and grunted.
"Oh, hell no," he grumbled and patted around until he found it.
Tugging lightly, he tried to remove the pillow from her arms. She sighed and squeezed it to her tighter. He pulled a little harder and she smirked.
"If you want it you have to pay me with a kiss for it," she murmured.
"That is soo...you know what okay," he said.
Leaning over, he captured her mouth in a kiss as he pulled the pillow from her. Michelle felt his lips on hers and felt a warmth in her stomach. Oh, could he kiss and he wasn't even trying. She might be in trouble here. When he had the pillow in his possession, he pulled back, rolled over, and tucked the pillow under his head.
Michelle grunted, stuck out her tongue, and flopped onto her stomach. Grinning, she spread out across the bed and put her feet between his calves. Legates closed his eyes and smiled sleepily. He could deal with cold feet.
Michelle blinked as she heard Angela squealing as she ran down the hallway. Sighing, Michelle slid from the bed. Legates murmured, rolled on his back but stayed asleep. Smiling, she dropped a soft kiss on his lips and quietly walked to the door. She cracked it open and listened for noise in the hallway. Hearing none, she opened the door and slipped into the hallway.
Angela was standing in the man cave talking to Techie when she spotted Michelle slipping from Legates' room. Smirking, Angela continued her conversation. Techie saw a narrow eyed smirking look cross Angela's features and wondered what that was all about. Mentally shrugging, he continued talking to her.
Michelle opened her door and walked quietly into her room. She made her way to the bathroom and started the shower.
Legates blinked and groaned when he saw the clock. He turned, looked at the other side of the bed and saw it was empty. Must of been his imagination. Rolling from the bed, he caught the smell of vanilla and knew she'd been there last night.
Scratching his stomach and grinning, he walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Sitting down at the bar island, he saw a newspaper. Picking it up, he skimmed the headlines and scowled then dropped it. Angela walked in and found Legates sitting alone in the kitchen.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she walked to the other side of the counter he was sitting at. She watched for a moment as he stared into space. His face was blank so she couldn't get a read on what he was thinking about but she had a good idea. His eyes drifted to her in question. Huh, he wasn't on a space mission after all.
"I'm going to say this once but I'm sure you'll hear it again from Cam and Booth but I'm going to be first. Don't play with her, she's sweet and if you hurt her I'll be the third person you'd have to worry about. I'll be behind Booth and Cam. And after me well there's a whole string of squints," she said in a matter of a fact manner.
"Did a bunch of squints just threaten me by proxy?" Legates asked, taking a sip of coffee.
Angela smiled and tapped her fingers on the counter top.
"Not threaten per se more like promise," she said. Legates sighed and looked at the ceiling.
"All good things are worth taking crap for," he muttered.
Angela let a slow smile spread across her face. Patting his arm, she walked to the cabinet.
"That statement makes all the difference," she said brightly.
Shaking his head, Legates went back to drinking his coffee. People began filtering in, getting their coffee, and sitting down around the kitchen. Legates eyes came out of space when Booth dropped his jacket on the back of the chair next to him. Legates watched as Booth moved around the kitchen making coffee for himself and tea for Dr. Brennan.
Was that sort of thing natural or was it learned? His parents were the same way, Legates mused. He was jerked from his musing as Brown asked a question.
"Sarge, what is it with you and the shoulder holsters? Is it a tactical rig?" Brown asked from next to Booth.
"No, it's called a jackass rig and I wear them because they're more comfortable and easier to hide under my jacket," Booth said, sipping his coffee.
People around him paused in silence for a moment then erupted in gales of laughter. Legates looked at Booth and tried to squelch his laughter but it just wasn't happening. He joined everyone else in laughing at Booth. Sighing, Booth rolled his eyes and took another sip of his coffee.
"You...just..called...yourself... a...jackass," Brown gasped out, laughing between words.
"No, what I said is it's a jackass rig. It's the type of shoulder holster," Booth corrected.
Legates saw a hand snake around from behind Booth and snag a cup of tea. Again another thing to ponder how in the world did they know instinctively that the other was there? Again something he'd seen in his parents. Were these things from spending so much time together or were they from something else?
Pursing his lips, Legates took another sip of his coffee and blanked his face when he felt Michelle's hand brush against his back as she passed behind him. He caught a whiff of that smell he was now starting to associate with her and his eyes glazed over again. An hour later, everyone was packed into the Humvees and Legates' eyes narrowed as he saw one leave the convoy and head in another direction.
"Where the hell are they going?" He muttered, watching the Humvee move through the morning traffic. Michelle smirked from her seat next to him.
"If you hadn't been in deep space on the Starship Enterprise you'd know that Dr. Brennan had a doctor's appointment this morning," she said, laughing. Cruz and Murphy laughed from the backseat.
"Why is she sitting up there and not one of us?" Murphy asked, shooting Legates a smarmy look.
"Because, Murphy, it doesn't matter where you sit in this particular situation. That being the case, I prefer to look at her than you," Legates said, watching the traffic on the road.
"What's that?" Michelle asked, pointing to a button on the dash. Legates swatted her hand away from it.
"That will extend the boomerang," he said. She scrunched her face at him.
"A telescopic anti-sniper counter measure that filters out surrounding sound and locates a shooter within 15 degrees of their position," Cruz told her.
"Huh, sounds useful," she said. Legates snorted and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"What does it detect? Like the firing of the weapon or something else?" She asked, eyeing the screens on the dashboard.
"Curious little thing aren't you?" Cruz said as if he were talking to a ten year old.
"Sergeant Cruz, one only learns by asking questions," she told him.
"It detects muzzle blast and tracks the bullet by supersonic sound as it moves through the air. The computer calculates a set of algorithms and feeds it back to the console," Murphy said. Michelle cocked her head and thought about it for a few moments.
"Huh, wonder what Zach could do with that," she muttered.
Leaning over, she unzipped her backpack, pulled out her physics book, her notebook, a pencil and her calculator. She flipped through her book while chewing on her lip. Groaning lightly, she started writing in her notebook and punching on her calculator.
"Whatcha doing," Legates asked, glancing at her paper.
"I wanted to know how fast a supersonic bullet was and figured it would be in my physics book. But noooooo, there's only the equation so I have to figure it out myself," she muttered, still writing.
Cruz leaned forward to tell her but before he could Legates shook his head no. A few minutes later, she sighed and looked down at her answer.
"Huh, minimum of .6433 miles per second," she murmured.
"Nerd," Cruz said, laughing.
"That's pretty good coming from you. You're a military nerd but a nerd either way," she said. Legates snickered and changed lanes.
"I never was nor will I ever be a nerd," Cruz said, sticking his nose in the air. Legates shook his head grinning.
"There's nothing wrong with being a nerd," Legates said in general. Michelle turned to look at him and a sneaking suspicion crossed her mind.
"You were a nerd in high school weren't you?" She asked Legates with a grin.
"Yep," he answered.
"You, were a nerd? Yeah right," Cruz snorted. Murphy laughed at Cruz's assumption.
"Band geek?" Murphy said, looking closely at Legates.
"Nuh, uh," Michelle disagreed.
Legates grinned as he heard the speculation fly around the Humvee.
"You calculate quickly, hmm, you were a gaming geek," Michelle said, her eyes widening. He shook his head and she grinned at him.
"So, you played Mario in high school who didn't. That doesn't make you a geek," Cruz scoffed. Murphy rolled his eyes and chuckled at Cruz's misconception.
"Role playing gaming geek," Murphy corrected and Cruz's eyes narrowed. Legates sighed and turned on the street with the Jeffersonian.
"I played Dungeons and Dragons," Legates told Cruz.
"You ran around with a sword and cape?" Cruz asked him with surprise on his face.
"Dear Lord, never mind, Cruz," Michelle grunted. Michelle reached up and fingered her necklace as her eyes glazed in concentration.
"I smell something burning," Legates teased. Michelle's eyes shot to him and she scowled at him.
"Yes, it is exactly what you're thinking it is," he told her with a grin.
A/N: So that was exciting right? Tomorrow's chapter is going to be fun too...okay not as fun as today's...tattoos, knives, paybacks, boobs, whispering, frog guts, bed hogging, mama bear, THAT discussion, details, a show, a nap, one goes and one stays, notes, extra people, heated discussion, sunset, alarms, Barbie, messages received, burbling breathing, wrapping it up, free to go, waiting for eventually, and pain.
A/N2: So there will be at least one link today. I'll be posting a link about Achmed just in case you don't know who he is. Oh wait, there's also two links about Legates' necklace. Forgot about that. So that was the long awaited laughter behind the door that Booth and Brennan heard in Espionage and it was not at all what they thought LOL. Funny how that sometimes happens. Three more chapters and the Espionage part of the story will be over...