Prompt: #010 Annoy
Notes: Written for fanfic50
"Hey, Bones!" Booth called cheerfully to his anthropologist partner, as he entered the lab at the Jeffersonian. She was bent over a desiccated corpse, with her brow furrowed in concentration and her mouth jutted open ever so slightly. She didn't look up at his arrival.
"Booth," she said flatly, in acknowledgment. She continued working, clearly caught up in the latest case. At times like these, it was as if the whole world faded out and nothing was left but the skeleton in front of her. It was oddly comfortingly; peaceful even. She liked that.
Booth shrugged off her lack of enthusiasm like water off a ducks' back and bounded over to her side, oblivious to her work-entranced state of mind. "Want to come to Wong Foo's?" he asked, shifting from one foot to the other erratically.
Brennan shook her head and readjusted the latex glove on her left hand. "I'm busy."
"C'mon! I know you want to! It'll be fun!" Booth pushed, relentlessly. "My shout," he added. He leaned on the tabletop casually, as if all the times Brennan had told him not to meant nothing at all and stared at her expectantly.
Brennan sighed and glanced up from her work for the first time since he'd come in. "Booth. I appreciate the gesture, but really. I'm busy." She gestured at the skeleton on the table in front of her, focusing on it again. "There's at least an hours work left for me to do tonight. I don't have time to 'have fun'."
"So you admit that its fun going out with me?" Booth grinned mischievously. He expected Brennan to loosen up a bit at that comment, but she didn't even crack a smile.
"Booth. Are you always this annoying?" she asked, frustrated. "Get off."
Booth shrugged, pulling back from the table. "I don't know. You tell me!" he walked around her to stand on her other side, brushing against her as he passed. Whether it was on purpose or by accident, Brennan couldn't tell. She didn't care either way.
"Booth!" she groaned. "Leave me alone!"
He stopped at once, surprised by the harshness of her words. Brennan didn't care. She had work to finish and didn't have time for Booth's games and immaturity.
"Fine," Booth pouted miserably. She noticed his hurt expression and felt a twang of sympathy, but forced it away. As Booth walked away, Brennan let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the corpse. The dead were definitely not anywhere near as annoying as Booth.