Part 7... enjoy! ;)
Brennan started to work again a week later; Angela hadn’t let her work at all in that time. She even took Brennan’s laptop away from her. A few nights she had stayed round Brennan’s house. It was actually quite annoying because she wouldn’t stop coughing in the night. Angela had always dicho that Brennan was the stubborn one, but she refused to go to the doctor. They didn’t talk about Booth again, because when Brennan realized all that she had said, she and Angela decided to taboo it.
They were all on the forensic platform, and this time Nigel Murray was the one who was doing Hodgins’ head in. Hodgins had been extremely cranky lately, and he and Angela had gone back to avoiding eye contact. Angela told Brennan that he had told her that he might still amor her. Brennan hoped that it wouldn’t be like that with her and Booth as she waited his arrival with a new body.
“Bones!” she heard a voice from behind her.
“Booth! Hey!” she said. They embraced and Booth apologized for not coming to see her; he had had a week with Parker.
Angela was pretending not to listen in, but she snorted as she heard Booth’s excuse. Booth looked at her confused.
She smiled and tilted her head. “Uh-huh, sick it up big boy.”
“What?”
“Ignore her.” Brennan dicho as she went to examine the body. Booth tried ignoring her, but Angela was giving him knowing looks over her clipboard.
“Don’t tu have to be somewhere not here?” Booth asked. Angela shook her head smugly.
“Male, mid-twenties…”
“Huh? Oh, right. The dead body.” Booth dicho loudly. “That’s now on the forensic table.” he turned his back on Angela while she nodded.
“I’m going to need the particles to find time and place of death…” Hodgins scraped a bone that Brennan pointed out.
“No flesh, no me.” dicho Cam, taking her gloves back off, and then coughing loudly.
“You should get that checked…” Brennan dicho without looking up. “He played sports… perhaps hockey. Angela can reconstruct the skull for further identification. Then we can check the dentals…”
“Yeah, Angela, tu go do… that” Booth dicho as Brennan handed Angela the skull.
“I’ll be back.”
“We know.” dicho Cam. Angela waved with her back turned.
“What’s with her?” Booth asked Brennan quietly.
“Who, Angela? I have no idea.” Brennan lied. She was getting quite good at it, though it was easier if she didn’t have to look someone in the face. She picked up a bone.
“I’m going to be somewhere… here.” dicho Booth as he sat down.
“Dude, that’s my chair.”
“I don’t really care.”
Hodgins sighed, looked at Cam for support but got none; so he just drew up another chair to his computer, throwing a dirty look at Booth, who was making himself comfortable.
“Booth…” started Brennan, and he immediately jumped out his chair. Hodgins stared and then turned to Angela, as if to go ‘wow’. But she wasn’t there, and he looked like an idiot.
“Yup?”
“Take those things off of Mr. Nigel Murray.” she indicated the intern who was trying to hand a tray to Booth.
“Here are some belongings… a lighter, indicating that he could of been a smoker…”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“A phone… Take these to Angela, perhaps she can find model and make, and all of those type of things that she looks up, it might lead us to his identity.”
“Why me?”
Nigel looked around as though it was obvious. “Everyone else is busy.”
“Oh, yeah. Except for me. Cam?”
“I’m the boss, I have to stay here and intimidate them.” Cam dicho sarcastically. Brennan and Nigel Murray did not get sarcasm, so she was seguro from them. Hodgins just shook his head, grinning. Booth gave Cam a pleading look, but she continued to smile.
“Ok, alright, I’m leaving!” he dicho as he left. Brennan ignored him, though she was secretly worried. What was the matter with him? Her thoughts were interrupted when Hodgins coughed silently. She realized that there was a dead body in front of her so she continued with her work.
“Doctor Hodgins, tu may consider covering your mouth when tu cough.”
“Sure.” Brennan missed his sarcasm.
“Hey, Booth. I knew tu would come.” Angela greeted him with a sly grin.
“Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself there Angela. I’m just here to drop these off here.” He dicho as he carefully placed the tray that Nigel Murray had dado him.
“You dicho here twice.”
“Yes, I did.” Booth shrugged.
“We’re friends, right?”
“Um…”
“Good. Ok, tu can go now.”
“Really? I mean, sure, bye.” Booth walked out of Angela’s office, confused. “Huh.” he muttered to himself. That wasn’t what he had expected. He coughed slightly and moved on. They would probably need him on the platform. No they wouldn’t. He didn’t know anything about bones o human remains. o any remains for that matter. They were all well off without him. She was well off without him. He sighed, coughed again, and realised that he couldn’t get onto the platform without a beepy card thing. To not look stupid, which he was doing a good job of, he pretended that he was doing something else. Like nothing.
First he got out his phone and pretended to be texting, even though really he was playing a game, which he sucked at. He could of sworn that Hodgins saw him and didn‘t help him out. But then he saw Sweets come through the entrance and he ran to the nearest place. It was too late when he realized that he was back in Angela’s office.
“Oh, hola Booth…” Angela began, but Booth drew a finger across his neck, and then pointed at Sweets.
“Oh, um… this lighter is really good quality… so the victim might have been rich…” dicho Nigel Murray who was standing in the corner. He got it before Angela did, but Booth nearly shot him.
“And how exactly do tell that?” asked Booth with a steady voice, quickly putting his hand down, which had been reaching for his gun. He pretended to be interested as he watched Sweets walk around.
“I have absolutely no idea…” Nigel was still terrified of Booth’s gun, he had completely frozen. “I thought that tu might need a distraction… Oh! tu still do… um…”
“Agent Booth!”
Booth turned around slowly, gritting his teeth. “Hi Sweets.” he was smiling por the time that he had turned around.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“I know.”
They both stood in silence, with Angela and Nigel shrinking into the background.
“Do tu want to talk-”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…”
“Don’t say ‘hmm’ like that, Ok?”
“Ok.”
“Don’t say ‘Ok’ like that.”
Sweets looked confused. “Alright…?”
“Alright.” Booth dicho loudly, slapping Sweets on the arm hard on his way out. Sweets watched Booth run away.
“Why does everybody here do that?” he asked, massaging his arm.
Brennan started to work again a week later; Angela hadn’t let her work at all in that time. She even took Brennan’s laptop away from her. A few nights she had stayed round Brennan’s house. It was actually quite annoying because she wouldn’t stop coughing in the night. Angela had always dicho that Brennan was the stubborn one, but she refused to go to the doctor. They didn’t talk about Booth again, because when Brennan realized all that she had said, she and Angela decided to taboo it.
They were all on the forensic platform, and this time Nigel Murray was the one who was doing Hodgins’ head in. Hodgins had been extremely cranky lately, and he and Angela had gone back to avoiding eye contact. Angela told Brennan that he had told her that he might still amor her. Brennan hoped that it wouldn’t be like that with her and Booth as she waited his arrival with a new body.
“Bones!” she heard a voice from behind her.
“Booth! Hey!” she said. They embraced and Booth apologized for not coming to see her; he had had a week with Parker.
Angela was pretending not to listen in, but she snorted as she heard Booth’s excuse. Booth looked at her confused.
She smiled and tilted her head. “Uh-huh, sick it up big boy.”
“What?”
“Ignore her.” Brennan dicho as she went to examine the body. Booth tried ignoring her, but Angela was giving him knowing looks over her clipboard.
“Don’t tu have to be somewhere not here?” Booth asked. Angela shook her head smugly.
“Male, mid-twenties…”
“Huh? Oh, right. The dead body.” Booth dicho loudly. “That’s now on the forensic table.” he turned his back on Angela while she nodded.
“I’m going to need the particles to find time and place of death…” Hodgins scraped a bone that Brennan pointed out.
“No flesh, no me.” dicho Cam, taking her gloves back off, and then coughing loudly.
“You should get that checked…” Brennan dicho without looking up. “He played sports… perhaps hockey. Angela can reconstruct the skull for further identification. Then we can check the dentals…”
“Yeah, Angela, tu go do… that” Booth dicho as Brennan handed Angela the skull.
“I’ll be back.”
“We know.” dicho Cam. Angela waved with her back turned.
“What’s with her?” Booth asked Brennan quietly.
“Who, Angela? I have no idea.” Brennan lied. She was getting quite good at it, though it was easier if she didn’t have to look someone in the face. She picked up a bone.
“I’m going to be somewhere… here.” dicho Booth as he sat down.
“Dude, that’s my chair.”
“I don’t really care.”
Hodgins sighed, looked at Cam for support but got none; so he just drew up another chair to his computer, throwing a dirty look at Booth, who was making himself comfortable.
“Booth…” started Brennan, and he immediately jumped out his chair. Hodgins stared and then turned to Angela, as if to go ‘wow’. But she wasn’t there, and he looked like an idiot.
“Yup?”
“Take those things off of Mr. Nigel Murray.” she indicated the intern who was trying to hand a tray to Booth.
“Here are some belongings… a lighter, indicating that he could of been a smoker…”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“A phone… Take these to Angela, perhaps she can find model and make, and all of those type of things that she looks up, it might lead us to his identity.”
“Why me?”
Nigel looked around as though it was obvious. “Everyone else is busy.”
“Oh, yeah. Except for me. Cam?”
“I’m the boss, I have to stay here and intimidate them.” Cam dicho sarcastically. Brennan and Nigel Murray did not get sarcasm, so she was seguro from them. Hodgins just shook his head, grinning. Booth gave Cam a pleading look, but she continued to smile.
“Ok, alright, I’m leaving!” he dicho as he left. Brennan ignored him, though she was secretly worried. What was the matter with him? Her thoughts were interrupted when Hodgins coughed silently. She realized that there was a dead body in front of her so she continued with her work.
“Doctor Hodgins, tu may consider covering your mouth when tu cough.”
“Sure.” Brennan missed his sarcasm.
“Hey, Booth. I knew tu would come.” Angela greeted him with a sly grin.
“Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself there Angela. I’m just here to drop these off here.” He dicho as he carefully placed the tray that Nigel Murray had dado him.
“You dicho here twice.”
“Yes, I did.” Booth shrugged.
“We’re friends, right?”
“Um…”
“Good. Ok, tu can go now.”
“Really? I mean, sure, bye.” Booth walked out of Angela’s office, confused. “Huh.” he muttered to himself. That wasn’t what he had expected. He coughed slightly and moved on. They would probably need him on the platform. No they wouldn’t. He didn’t know anything about bones o human remains. o any remains for that matter. They were all well off without him. She was well off without him. He sighed, coughed again, and realised that he couldn’t get onto the platform without a beepy card thing. To not look stupid, which he was doing a good job of, he pretended that he was doing something else. Like nothing.
First he got out his phone and pretended to be texting, even though really he was playing a game, which he sucked at. He could of sworn that Hodgins saw him and didn‘t help him out. But then he saw Sweets come through the entrance and he ran to the nearest place. It was too late when he realized that he was back in Angela’s office.
“Oh, hola Booth…” Angela began, but Booth drew a finger across his neck, and then pointed at Sweets.
“Oh, um… this lighter is really good quality… so the victim might have been rich…” dicho Nigel Murray who was standing in the corner. He got it before Angela did, but Booth nearly shot him.
“And how exactly do tell that?” asked Booth with a steady voice, quickly putting his hand down, which had been reaching for his gun. He pretended to be interested as he watched Sweets walk around.
“I have absolutely no idea…” Nigel was still terrified of Booth’s gun, he had completely frozen. “I thought that tu might need a distraction… Oh! tu still do… um…”
“Agent Booth!”
Booth turned around slowly, gritting his teeth. “Hi Sweets.” he was smiling por the time that he had turned around.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
“I know.”
They both stood in silence, with Angela and Nigel shrinking into the background.
“Do tu want to talk-”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm…”
“Don’t say ‘hmm’ like that, Ok?”
“Ok.”
“Don’t say ‘Ok’ like that.”
Sweets looked confused. “Alright…?”
“Alright.” Booth dicho loudly, slapping Sweets on the arm hard on his way out. Sweets watched Booth run away.
“Why does everybody here do that?” he asked, massaging his arm.
