"Booth, I was hoping to catch you before you spoke with the Deputy Director." Booth glanced up as his boss, Andrew Hacker stepped into his office.
"You know, most people at least knock before they enter someone else's office. It's a little thing that I like to call common courtesy."
Hacker looked at Booth for a moment and it was on the tip of his tongue to reprimand the agent, but considering the decision that Booth had to make, that wouldn't be the most savvy of moves.
"I apologize Agent Booth. I saw the door open and assumed that you were welcoming in visitors and associates. Have you made your decision about whether or not to work with the organized crime division?"
"I have, yes. Did you need something or..." Booth looked at his boss, waiting for him to get to the point.
"Are you going to take the job or are you planning to stay with major crimes?"
"You'll find out once I speak with the Deputy Director. Is there anything else that I can help you with?"
"I hope that my...suggestion that you show us what you can do with your little mind chip hasn't been a factor in your decision. I truly think that your work is best served here."
"I'm sure you do. You've made the point quite often that my work has done wonders for your career." Booth stood up from his desk and smoothed down his tie. He held the gaze of his boss as he headed for the door to his office. "Now if you don't mind sir, I have a meeting to get to so..." Booth motioned to the door and Hacker preceded him out of the office. Andrew really hated it when the agent was so close lipped about everything. From the reports he received occasionally from Dr. Sweets, Booth was just as reluctant to divulge information during their sessions as he was to anyone else. Maybe that was part of what made Booth such a good agent, but then again it was incredibly hard to get a read on the former sniper. Hopefully he'd stay with major crimes, but there really was no telling what the agent was thinking.
Booth put the Director from his mind as soon as he stepped out of the office. Hacker was a doofus and he'd stand by that thought for as long as he worked with the man. Sure he was politically savvy but he was an ass to those under him. It didn't help of course that he'd made a play for Temperance and the two had dated for a few weeks. That put him on the same respect level that Booth had for all of the men excepting himself that Brennan dated. That is to say, he had none. No one understood Temperance the way that he did and she had the most amazing ability to make the wrong choice when it came to men. Thank God she'd finally come to her senses and gave him a chance.
His thoughts occupied him all the way to the Deputy Director's office where he jolted out of them by the appreciative 'Now that's an ass you could bounce a quarter off of', from the secretary. She eyed him with a little smile, and the absurd thought that the attention wouldn't be so forthcoming if he had a ring on his finger crossed his mind. I have got to get the thought of marrying Bones off of my mind, he thought as he waited for the Deputy Director to acknowledge that he was there. I love her, but I'm only kidding myself if I think that I can change that.
"Booth, I'm so glad to see you here," the Deputy Director said and held his hand out to invite Booth into his office. "I hope you've had the chance to make up your mind."
"Yes sir, I talked with my partner about the job offer and have come with a decision."
"Glad to hear it son," the older man said as they both sat. "Now, what is it that you've decided to do?"
"Well first of all I have to say that I would be a fool to turn down the offer of Director of the Organized Crime division, but I am very satisfied with my current position."
"So you're turning down the promotion? There aren't many people who would do that you know. It's not a good career move."
"I realize that sir which is why I think I have a solution for the problem."
"A solution? Well, you certainly have my attention." Booth smiled at the older man who'd taken Kirby's place after the incident with Max Keenan and laid out his plan.
"Honey, what a welcome surprise," Max said as Temperance slid into a booth across from him at the Royal Diner. The diner was still a favorite place to go for quick meals on work days, but the evenings of Booth and the squints had tended toward Founding Fathers. Max's eyes crinkled in happy warmth as he looked at his daughter. "I take it that Booth took care of Parker's teacher?"
"Yes, he had a long talk with the principal about the unprofessional behavior of Mr. Heck while on a field trip with the kids."
"I wish I could have been there. That would have been a sight to see. Now, to what do I owe seeing you more than one day in a row?" Max asked as the waitress set down coffee for him and ice tea for Temperance.
"How did you know that you wanted to marry mom?"
"Booth finally manned up and asked you to marry him did he? You know, for a while I thought he was gay and that's the reason that he wasn't dating you."
"And knowing you, you probably told him that didn't you?"
"I'll admit that I did mention it to him, but how could he not be interested in someone as beautiful and smart as you are?"
"You never answered my question."
"I knew the first moment that I saw your mother that she was who I would spend the rest of my life with."
"But that's impossible. I'm sure that you found her sexually attractive and she was quite symetrically pleasing to look at but there's no way that you could have known..."
"Honey, I'm willing to bet that if you asked Booth the same question he'd give you the same answer."
"That's ridiculous. Booth and I hated each other when we first met and it took over a year for us to work together a second time."
"Is it your opinion that he hated you or is that your hypothesis based on your view of some event that happened between the two of you?"
Brennan thought about the question as the waitress placed their lunch down before them. Were they really at the diner enough that the wait staff knew their orders? She put her thoughts back where they needed to be. She thought back to her first case with Booth and meeting him in the lecture hall at American University. She'd presumed that he was a student at the university and once he told her his purpose in tracking her down she'd agreed to the challenge of working with him. She found him to be a bit condescending, but oh so pleasing to look at, and the night that he fired her and their kiss...
"I changed the relationship between Booth and me."
"Oh? How so?"
We..." for once Temperance wasn't quite sure how to phrase her answer. "I assumed that he got me drunk to fire me from the case that I was assisting with and I began to argue with him."
"You put up that shield of armor, didn't you?"
"I don't think that it should matter now. Booth and i are together now, just like everyone thought that we would be and everything is fine."
"Honey, you don't sound convinced. If Booth didn't ask you to marry him, then why did you want to know about your mother and I?"
"Last night," she said and then paused. She was never one to avoid talking about subjects no matter how uncomfortable it was because it was her opinion that you should always be honest about everything. It also didn't occur to her that maybe her father wouldn't want to hear about her having sex with Booth despite his past interest in the relationship. "Last night after Booth and I had sex, we shared a dream in which I announced that I was pregnant and he proposed to me. When I woke up this morning, I found that my reaction to the idea of marriage scared me even when Booth insisted that the proposal portion of the dream was mine and not his."
"And after you talked about this to Booth, what did he say?"
"He said that he wasn't going to ask when he knew that I wasn't ready for that step and that when I was, I should let him know."
"Okay, so what's the problem?"
"If I dreamed of a proposal is it indicative of something that I want or that I'm scared of?"
"I guess it all depends on whether or not the dream scared you. Personally I think that you've been on your own for so long that you can't imagine making that kind of commitment even when you have no reason to say no to the guy. Give yourself time honey. Booth is a great guy, and anyone who could put up with having criminals in his family has to be worth something, right?"
"I'll think about it. Right now I have to get back to work. Why don't you come over this weekend and have dinner with Booth and me?"
"I'd love to Tempe. I'll see you then." Max smiled as she got up and leaned down to kiss his cheek. God bless you Booth for opening her up so much to life.
Andrew Hacker stared at his office with a frown. He couldn't believe that within two weeks it would no longer be his. How Booth worked the switch he would never know, but in the political environment that Directors had to negotiate, guys like Booth never lasted. Still, Organized Crime was nothing to sneeze at so he shouldn't complain, but he wasn't the one that was supposed to be there.
At a soft knock on the door, Hacker turned to look at the agent taking his place as head of Major Crimes.
"I don't know how you did it Booth, but congratulations."
"Thank you sir. I just wanted to stop by before I left to give you my congratulations on your lateral move as well. I'm sure you'll do wonders with the guys in Organized Crime."
"Yes well we'll see. As soon as your current cases are reassigned then you'll begin training with me for the position."
"Enough with the sirs Director Booth. We're equals now." Andrew held out his hand and Booth took it. "I expect you're going to take Dr. Brennan out for dinner to celebrate. Give her my best and I'll see you tomorrow."
Booth nodded and headed out to the office. He did indeed plan to take Temperance out to dinner, and while he would no longer be working directly with the Jeffersonian team, he would have control over who worked with them and he planned to let the team make the final decision. He smiled as he pulled out his phone to call Brennan. Things were going so great for him that he felt it was almost criminal. Of course that's when everything usually got pulled out from underneath you, and at that moment Booth could have no idea how true that would be.