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"Final Destination 3?"

Bewilderment was written all over Dr. Brennan's face as she took her eyes off the slightly torn movie ticket that Booth had just given her.

He could feel the sides of his lip quiver with amusement- his partner looked as though she had just read some sort of arcane inscription off the thing! Brennan squinted as she held it up and reread the contents, in a vain attempt to get some kind of clue as to what it might be. Nothing came up, however; so she was forced to make a wild guess - "Is this a new band or something?" – a very far-off one, at that.

"Nice try, Bones. But no, it's a movie," Booth replied matter-of-factly. "You know, the one where there's this person who sees a vision of an accident before it actually happens…," he added, seeing that Brennan's puzzled expression remained unchanged.

"You still have no idea on what I'm talking about now do you?"

She shook her head, just like she usually did whenever she was asked such a question. "Where did you get them?"

"Sweets gave them. He dropped them off at my office earlier, saying that we were too preoccupied with work and that we should take time to unwind every now and then," he explained, his tone mocking.

Brennan had a more cynical take on Sweet's gesture, though. "That, or maybe Daisy couldn't make it tonight, and he figured that it would be a huge loss if he threw them away," she reasoned.

"It doesn't matter. Come on, we've got two free movie tickets right here waiting to be used!" Booth beamed, waving his ticket in front of her.

"I don't know…"

"What part of free can't you understand?"

"It means something that is exclusive of any form of payment. What's there not to understand?"

Booth stared at her for a moment before letting out a huge sigh.

"Look, Bones. I'd love to hang around and play twenty questions with you, but the movie starts in-" He paused briefly to take a glance at his watch, "-half an hour and if we don't get there by then, all the good seats would be gone. You don't want to get stuck way back do you?"

"I don't know what that means." Brennan extended her arm to give the ticket back. "But sorry, Booth, I can't go with you."

Booth already had an inkling as to where their conversation was headed.

"Don't tell me you have work to do?"

"There are remains of a Zhou dynasty warrior waiting to be identified down at the lab," Brennan replied, her arm still outstretched.

Booth shoved it back towards her. "You still have tomorrow."

"I have a report to file," she reasoned, pushing it back again.

"You have a report to file," he repeated wryly.

"Yes, two actually. But really, I can't see the point in watching a two-hour piece of fiction when you could be doing more productive things with your time."

"Like staring at thousand-year-old dead bodies."

"It's not just a dead body. It's a perfectly preserved Zhou dynasty warrior."

"Which is by definition, still a dead body."

Booth sighed again in exasperation, before crossing his arms across his chest.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd have to agree with Sweets on this one. It's Friday, for heaven's sake! Lighten up a little! Relax. You can't work for twenty-five hours a day!"

"It takes only twenty-four hours for the earth to complete a full rotation. In this span of time, it's physically impossible for our bodies to perform tasks at an optimum level."

"Exactly my point."

"What is the point?"

Reasoning, he figured, would get his argument next to nowhere. He had to shift to a different approach.

"How many times have you slept on the job this month?"





"Ok, 5 times. We ran out of coffee then."

"You see? I'm no doctor, but it's obvious that your body is exhausted, and that's its way of telling you to lighten up."

"But Booth…"

"Please, Bones. It's for your own good, after all."


"Don't make me grab my gun," Booth added jokingly, a huge grin forming on his lips. This was returned by Brennan almost instantly, along with a faint chuckle.

"All right. I'll go. I'm just going to go get my coat."

"Thanks Bones." He turned towards the door. "I'll wait for you in the car."

He was about to step outside when a realization suddenly dawned on Brennan.

"There's something that's been bugging me, though."

"What is it?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Why is called Final Destination 3 when the title itself asserts that the destination is final? Shouldn't there be only one end and not three? It doesn't add up."

"It's the third installment of a movie franchise."

Brennan opened her mouth to speak, but she was abruptly cut off when Booth repeated his earlier statement. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Whew, there goes my first Bones fic. This was originally meant as a oneshot, but I decided to make it a multi-chaptered one at the last minute. I'm really hoping I pulled their lines off right. Feedbacks are loved. :))