This is an AU fic inspired by listening to a song. Brennan and Booth are suckered into a double date by their friends, Angela and Hodgins.
In this opening chapter it's only revealed what Brennan is doing professionally, though she's not 'well off' as in the show (not yet). Upcoming chaps will reveal what professions the other three have (Booth, Hodgins and Angela). I will try to keep them a bit in character to the show.
Much thanks to Caris Bennet for listening to the idea and for helping shape it. And also a shout out to chymom for her suggestion.
If you've read this far, thank you for giving the story a chance;)
Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.
The ringing of a phone interrupted the silence in the room. Without looking at the readout Seeley Booth answered the call.
"What's up, man?" Jack Hodgins's cheerful voice raised suspicion in Booth.
"What do you want?" Booth asked his friend, recognizing all too well that tone.
"Can't I give my pal a call?" Hodgins couldn't stifle a laugh and was forced to get to the point.
"No." Booth cut him off from the start. "I'm not going to be your wingman." He shook his head, not wanting to spend his Friday night stuck in a blind date.
"Aw, come on!" Hodgins whined. "Look, I met this totally hot chick the other day." He explained how they had a good time and set up a date, but she'd tried to cancel on him last minute because her roommate was back early from her trip. "So, I told her I knew a totally awesome dude..."
"Flattery ain't gonna help you." Booth had to laugh. His friend was seriously desperate.
"Please." Hodgins begged.
"Hmmm….alright." Booth gave in because he detected an undeniable excitement in his friend's voice. That was a first. "When?"
"Tonight." Hodgins pumped his fist in the air at his friend's acceptance.
"What!" Booth looked down at himself. He was wearing worn sweats and a ratty t-shirt after a long day of work.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Hodgins hung up before his friend could back out.
Booth grunted as he rose from the couch, stacking the legal documents he was reviewing on top of the coffee table. Sometimes he wondered why he was always sucked into his friend's ideas.
"Come on, Sweetie. It'll be fun." Angela Montenegro gave a spin in front of the mirror, admiring the swirl of her skirt.
"I don't know, Angela." Temperance Brennan was sprawled on the bed. She was gone for two weeks on a dig and all she wanted to do was fall asleep.
"I really like this guy. He has potential." Angela turned to her friend, giving her an innocent look.
"Then go out with him." Brennan countered.
"But it was so sweet of him to find a friend for you." Angela winked as she added, "You might end up liking this guy."
"I'm not looking for a man." Brennan sat up in bed. She respected her friend's seduction games, but she hated getting fixed up with a total stranger.
"Look, think of it as a welcome back outing." Angela gave her hips a sway and snapped her fingers to a silent beat. "We'll catch a movie and maybe a drink."
"I don't..." Brennan was about to protest when Angela held up a hand.
"I'll let you choose your own outfit." Angela grinned, also resorting to calling the best friend card.
"I've been dressing myself for quite some time now." Brennan chuckled.
"Sweetie, I'm not going to leave you alone. If you don't want to go, then I'll just cancel." Angela reached for her phone and it wasn't a bluff.
"Angela, it's fine really. Go out and have fun." She could tell her friend was dying to get to know the man better. "I'll stay here."
"Bren, you were knee deep in dirt in the middle of nowhere for the better part of two weeks." Angela placed her hands on her hips. "You need to have some fun before the work week starts."
"I had fun. Examining ancient remains was fascinating." Brennan smiled, obviously excited to discuss her expedition.
"But that's work." Angela pouted. "All work and no play…" She sang.
Brennan sighed. If she didn't go, she would never hear the end of it. Tagging along would at least give her some peace and quiet when they returned from their outing. "Fine."
"Yay!" Angela clapped her hands, signaling for Brennan to get a move on it.
Booth got out of the shower and passed a towel across his torso hastily. His shower was a quick one, but he wasn't given much time to get ready.
As he shaved Booth listened to his recording of the late night radio mystery he'd been indulging himself with in the past weeks. It was the story of a forensic anthropologist, Kathy Reichs, and her partner, Andy Lister, solving crimes. Each narrated episode was captivating and chilling, keeping the listener at the edge of their seat for the show's half hour duration. He'd stumbled on it one night he couldn't sleep and aside from the interesting plot what actually got him hooked was the voice. The author and narrator, a Dr. Brennan, had, in his opinion, the sexiest tone of voice. He usually recorded each episode so he could re-listen to it before the next installment was aired the following week.
The doorbell rang and Booth was snapped out of his trance.
"Dude! You're not ready?" Hodgins shrieked when Booth opened the door with a towel around his hips.
"Hey!" Booth protested. "You didn't give me a lot of time to get ready." Booth closed the door after his friend. "Give me five minutes."
"Booth!" Hodgins yelled at his friend's retreating back. With an annoyed huff, Hodgins sat down on the couch and flipped his phone open.
"Ready?" Angela peeked in on her friend. Brennan stood in front of the sink, combing her hair.
"Almost." Brennan replied. The radio was on, providing background noise for the artist to occupy herself with.
"Sweetie, you sound so hot." Angela grinned, cranking up the volume for maximum enjoyment to the early encore of her friend's program. "I bet lots of guys tune in just to listen to that sexy voice."
"The audience tunes in for the story." Brennan defended.
"Hey, I've told you the story is fabulous and you should totally look to get it published." It was true. Angela strongly believed her friend had a great debut novel in her hands.
Brennan worked for the Jeffersonian Institution and just recently her boss, Dr. Goodman, launched the Jeffersonian's own radio station. Its purpose was to serve as a means of promotion for the lab. The employees were given the opportunity to submit their idea for a program and many were intrigued by the prospect of beginning a new project. Brennan's request to narrate her novel was instantly granted and in just a few weeks it was one of the most tuned in of the Jeffersonian's programs.
The ping of Angela's cell phone indicated she had a new message. As Brennan walked back to her bedroom Angela's fingers flew over keys.
Hodgins drove in record speed and arrived at their destination at the accorded time.
"You really like this woman." Booth commented as they walked towards the movie theater's entrance. They hadn't talked much on the drive, mostly because Booth kept reprimanding his friend for breaking numerous traffic laws.
"Her name's Angela." Hodgins smiled wide, remembering the dark haired beauty. The two men walked up the steps and entered. Hodgins immediately scanned the lobby for his date. "She's over there." He waved, catching the woman's attention.
"He's here." Angela waved back and nudged Brennan to follow. "Jack's hot, isn't he?" Angela commented as they approached the men. Brennan rolled her eyes, not paying much attention to the bearded man her friend was so happy to see.
Angela and Hodgins shared a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek, both grinning like idiots. They were caught up in themselves for a moment before realizing they hadn't even introduced the other two.
"Sorry." Angela slung an arm around Brennan's waist, giving her a small push forward. Brennan cut her eyes to her friend, noting the advances that were expected from her. "This is my best friend…"
"I'm Booth." He all but blurted as he interrupted Angela's introduction, extending a hand for Brennan to shake. Hodgins arched an eyebrow in amusement. His friend definitely needed to get out more. "Seeley." Booth corrected, cringing at how stupid he sounded.
"I'm Temperance, Booth Seeley." Brennan shook his hand, laughing softly.