(After The Babe in the Bar - season 6)

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"Booth, it's going to be a while before we eat lunch, may I have your candy bar." She didn't know why she was famished, but she was.

His eyes on the road, Booth reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out what he had stowed there and handed Brennan a granola bar. "This is all I got, Bones. Sorry."

Perplexed, Brennan looked at the wrapped oat bar and then back at Booth. "Um . . . this is unusual. You normally carry candy bars in your jacket pocket. This is . . . not candy."

Annoyed, Booth cleared his throat. "Yeah, well I'm not exactly into candy right now, especially chocolate. It's the granola bar or some gum cause that's all I got on me right now."

A sly smile on her face, Brennan tore the wrapper from the bar and noticed it didn't have any chocolate chips embedded in the bar. "You really are avoiding chocolate . . . Did our last case bother you that much? It's not like its common to find human body parts in chocolate . . . insect legs yes, but human legs no."

The thought of the liquefied body in the giant chocolate bar still made him feel queasy and he wasn't about to eat any chocolate for a while. "Hey you're the one who is constantly telling me I eat too much junk food. I cut down on candy, so shouldn't you be proud of me for taking your advice instead of making fun of me?"

Dismayed by his response, Brennan placed her hand on his arm. "You are right of course. Congratulations Booth. You're doing yourself a favor by cutting down on sugary products and eliminating candy from your diet is a good start."

"Thanks Bones." He hated to admit it, but sometimes their cases really upset him. He admired Brennan's ability to dissociate from the things she saw. She never let gross bodies bother her too much which was more that he could say about himself. "To tell you the truth . . . yeah, the thought of that body in the chocolate bar has put me off chocolate. Sweets was eating a chocolate bar and I took it away from him and threw it in the trash can. It just seemed . . . wrong. Like any second he was going to bite into a cheek or something . . . sometimes I wish I could be like you and just not let it bother me."

She knew that Booth hated to admit weaknesses and she was proud that he was able to talk to her about them. "We all have our strengths Booth . . . and forgoing chocolate for a while will definitely benefit you . . . although the more we talk about candy and chocolate the more I would like to have a candy bar. When we stop at the gas station for gas I will buy one." Unable to help herself, she snickered. "Of course I will eat it out of your sight. I don't want you to take it from me and throw it away."

Her sense of humor odd sometimes. Booth chose to let that one slide.

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