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Booth had just finished the crappiest sex he has ever had. Hannah was boring. And, it smelled like figs. It was hot in Afghanistan. The shade of the fig tree cooled it down.
Booth hated figs. He never should have rescued her. He talked about Bones, a lot. Hannah always wondered who "Bones" was. A girlfriend? His wife? Partner? She didn't care because she was a heartless person. She knew she might be the 'other woman', but that never bothered her. She went along being her nasty self.
They sat under the fig tree for a while. Booth fell asleep he was so bored.
"Seeley?" Hannah asked. "Who's your 'Bones'?"
"She's my partner."
"Partner Partner or just Partner?"
"She is my work partner, her real name is Temperance Brennan, world renowned Forensic Anthropologist."
"You work with her?"
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
"No, I mean she's pretty and all, but you belong to me." She stated with a tone.
"Belong?"
"Well, yeah."
"No Hannah, I don't 'belong' to anyone. Especially you."
"Whoa Seeley? What's wrong?"
"You are an ugly slut. You don't know Temperance. At all. Not to mention that you have bad sex. Horrible sex. I bet my cousin is better. And she's 12! Not to mention your lack of knowledge on…well anything. Bones knows almost everything except how to act in a social situation, which you also lack in. Also, that camera you always have in front of you….yeah. It makes you look fat."
A wide-eyed teary-eyed Hannah looked at booth with anger and disgust. Booth stood up and started to walk away.
"Clothes, Seeley"
"Yeah."
Just then the fig tree fell over and crushed Hannah's neck. Booth clapped once, got dressed, and walked away.