AN: Okay, for those of you who were reading 'Girl in the Ocean' before, please be aware that I pulled it because I really wasn't satisfied with the feel of the story. That being said, this is the new version. I hope you enjoy it. This should have a little something for everyone. Let me know what you think.
"Hey Bones," Booth said as he glanced over at his partner. They were on their way back to the Jeffersonian after an arrest with no plans to do anything for the rest of the evening. Temperance turned from the window to look at Booth, curious as to why he had a note of anxiety to his voice. That tone generally didn't show up unless he was uncomfortable with the topic of discussion.
"What is it?"
"I was wondering if you know, maybe you'd like to go to dinner with me." She drew her eyebrows together and frowned.
"We go to dinner all the time, so why are you asking?"
"I'm not talking like dinner at the diner. I mean you know would you maybe consider going out with me."
"You mean on a date?"
"No." Booth looked at her completely thunderstruck.
"What do you mean no?"
"Relationships in the workplace aren't a good idea, and every time I've engaged on that route for a relationship it hasn't turned out well."
"Don't give me that Bones. You were happy with Sully, and that was work related. Why would you go out with him, but not me?"
"First of all, my relationship with Sully started after the termination of our work together, and secondly, you're the one to constantly draw some mystical line between the two of us. I'm only sticking to the rules you laid out." Booth glanced at her again as his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. This was not how he envisioned this conversation going.
"Well, would you say yes if I said I didn't care about the line?"
"What? Why not?"
"I told you before that my relationships in the context of a working environment don't turn out well."
"So because of that, you're not even going to give me a chance." Booth pulled up outside of the Jeffersonian and killed the engine on the vehicle. He turned more fully in his seat to discuss this with her more fully.
"Why are you even thinking of this now?"
"Because after a lot of thought I realized that I'm closer to you than anyone else I know and I'd like to deepen the relationship."
"I don't know if that's a good enough reason to..."
"For Christ's sake Temperance, one date certainly won't kill you. Now please, will you just give me a chance?"
"No. I just don't think it would work." Booth glared at her for a long moment and hit the button to unlock her door.
"Fine. Forget I said anything. Go have fun at your forensic conference out in California and I'll just see you later. I thought maybe I could have ranked higher in your life, but obviously not."
"Booth, you're being immature."
"No, I'm not. Just get back to work Bones, okay?" Temperance frowned at Booth once more before getting out of the SUV. As she shut the door, he turned on the vehicle and sped away, leaving skid marks on the drive.
One Week Later...
The sun sparkled through the entrance of Sunny Jim, a sea cave along the pacific coast in La Jolla, Ca. Waves crashed and pigeons flew in and out of the entrance, the cave's interior a safe haven to the birds from the predatory hawks circling outside. The day was peaceful, the sun shining warmly down on the beach front city as tourists strolled the streets above.
"Tabitha, don't run ahead like that," Bonnie Shuster yelled at her young daughter Tabitha as the girl skipped down the slippery steps and into the interior of the cave.
"Oh let the girl have some fun, honey. That's what vacations are for." Jim Shuster put his arm around his wife as they too stepped onto the wooden platform in the cave. The stairs leading into the mouth of the cave were narrow and only built to accommodate one person at a time.
"Well what would you like for her to do, slip and fall? I don't know about you, but I don't look forward to having to carry her back up."
"If she gets hurt, I'll take care of it, okay?" Jim kissed his wife and looked over to where his daughter was standing. She was looking out into the open ocean as waves crashed along the sandstone walls. "Tabby, what are you looking at?"
"Daddy, those birds are eating something." The little girl glanced back once at her father, then turned back to the object of her attention. Another wave swept into the cave, carrying the object with it. Bonnie frowned as her daughter moved in closer for a better look.
"Tabitha, stay away from that railing there. I don't want you to fall in." She moved forward to grab her daughter, but the odd floating debris made her pause. As the waves battered it against the rocks, Bonnie let out a scream and jerked her daughter away from the railing.
"Honey, what is it?" Jim moved forward to look, and he too stumbled back away from the rotting human remains bobbing in the current.
Temperance sat in an auditorium, listening to a fellow forensic anthropologist speak about the latest techniques in facial measurements for racial indicators, but her mind wasn't really on the subject matter. Instead it was focusing all it's energy on one Special Agent Seeley Booth. He hadn't talked to her in a week, proving that he was still angry about her refusal. Honestly though, what did he expect? The two of them were completely different from one another, and there was no way logically that getting involved romantically would prove a good move.
She sighed and shook her head, trying once again to concentrate on the lecture. Movement off to her right caught her attention and she turned to watch someone making their way down the aisle of seats toward her. Once they were close enough, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"What are you doing here Booth," she hissed at him, trying not to disturb the other scientists around her. He looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable as he dropped a file onto her lap.
"A body was discovered floating in the ocean. Because of the level of decomposition, the local PD need to bring in a specialist, and since I work with you, I was given the case."
"You mean to tell me that you flew all the way across the country to give me information on a case when Zack could very easily have done the same thing?"
"No, I flew across the country to have my 'partner' look at remains discovered a few miles away from here. Now come on, let's go."
"No. I came to this forensics conference as a representative for the Jeffersonian, and I'm not going to just go because you showed up."
"I'm sure someone can give you the cliffs notes version of whatever the hell he's talking about later. Right now, fresh remains take a bit more precedence."
"I'm not leaving." Booth narrowed his eyes at her and stood up, this time not bothering to keep his voice down.
"You know what, you're right. I should have used Zack instead. We obviously aren't working anymore." As the many scientists around him shushed loudly, and the speaker stopped in mid-sentence, Booth stormed from the auditorium, leaving a very embarrassed Temperance Brennan in his wake.
"Dr. Hillson, I apologize for the interruption to your presentation." Temperance stood outside the auditorium on the UCSD campus with Dr. Nathan Hillson. The man shook his head as he took off a pair of glasses and proceeded to polish them with a handkerchief.
"Honestly Dr. Brennan, it's fine. Law enforcement just needs to realize that we're not there at their beck and call. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my time consulting, but to have demands put on oneself that way, it's just not right."
"Irregardless, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? There really shouldn't have been such a blatant disregard of your lecture." The scientist smiled at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. Nathan Hillson was an attractive man in a very English sort of way. He was tall, taller than Booth was, with short dark hair and very kind brown eyes.
"Would you be interested in joining me for dinner tomorrow night? I know the most wonderful place called 'George's at the Cove'."
"Of course, what time should I meet you?"
"Seven o'clock would be fine. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to pick you up?"
"No, meeting you there is fine. I still have a case to consult on, and I'm not sure how long that will keep me."
"That's perfectly understandable my dear. Until tomorrow then?" Temperance nodded and smiled as Dr. Hillson walked away. She felt terrible about the scene her partner had caused, and was happy to be making up for the disturbance. She turned to head to her car, and stopped short when she saw Booth standing a few yards away. Though his expression was blank, she could tell that there was an undercurrent of fury there. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, clutching tightly to the file he'd left with her.
"Okay, let's go take a look at those remains."
"Whatever happened to keeping work and personal life separate? Is that an excuse to only use with me?" Booth strode toward the nearby parking lot and his rental car, not caring much that Temperance was having to jog slightly to keep up with him.
"My dinner with Dr. Hillson is not work related, nor is it any of your concern Booth."
"That's where you're wrong Bones. It is my concern, because as long as I'm here, you're supposed to be with me. Instead, you're hooking up with the first egghead to come your way."
"He's hardly an egghead, and I don't work for you. You know, I can easily pass on this identification. I came out here for a forensics conference. You're out here for a case handed to you by the FBI. Two different things Booth."
"We're partners, Bones. Maybe the concept behind that has eluded you somehow, and the only reason I let you come with me to begin with was because you blackmailed me. You wanted to be fully involved with whatever I brought your way, so deal with it. Excuse me if human remains show up while you're here. If our arrangement no longer suits your whims, then just give me the god damned information I need and I'll leave you to be pawed at by Egghead."
"If you think I'm going to go with you now..."
"Just get in the car. The sooner we get there, the sooner all this will be over." Booth pulled open the passenger side door of his car, glaring at her as she got in. He slammed it shut and stormed to the driver's side, climbed in and headed off to La Jolla cove without another word between them.
"The body was found by a couple of tourists coming down to visit the cave." A police officer escorted the pair down the dank stairway and into the interior of the cave.
"You make it sound as though the cave is a person," Brennan said, ducking to avoid drops of water on her hair. The policeman chuckled as he looked back to see Booth glaring at the forensic anthropologist.
"Well, it sort of is a person. This cave's been opened to the public since the eighteen hundreds. During the depression, the author of 'The Wizard of Oz' came out and saw the cave, proclaiming it to look like 'Sunny Jim' an advertising icon of the time. The people of La Jolla are very proud of this cave and it's history." He stepped aside once they reached the platform for Brennan to have access to the remains. As she snapped on a pair of latex gloves, the officer looked over at Booth.
"Must be tough fighting with your girlfriend when you work so closely together." Booth's jaw twitched.
"She's not my girlfriend, we only work together." At the words, Brennan tensed up slightly. So because he was mad at her they weren't friends anymore?
"Uh huh. I'll believe that as soon as the Chargers win the Super Bowl." Booth scowled, and turned his attention to Brennan while she poked at the remains.
"Iliac crests indicate female early twenties..." She moved up the body slightly to look at the bits of skull that were showing. "Most likely Caucasian though that's currently based more on what remains of her flesh..."
"Any signs for cause of death?" Booth pulled out his notebook and a pencil, warily eying the pigeons flapping around the cave.
"Damage to the cervical vertebrae and parietal bone suggests a fall."
"Well, there are enough cliffs 'round here to make that possible," the officer threw in as Brennan stood up.
"Anything else will have to be discovered in a lab." She snapped off her gloves and looked at the police officer. "Could you please have these remains shipped to the Jeffersonian? I have a conference to get back to."