(The Bones on the Blue Line)
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Sitting in Brennan's office, Booth was reading Brennan's copy of her latest book, while she was in a meeting with Cam. He'd planned to go to lunch with her; but, if the meeting she was in lasted too much longer he'd have to skip lunch and go back to work. Booth had started reading her latest book at home and when he'd found the copy on Brennan's desk, he thought he'd continue to read it. He'd been steadily reading until he got to page 187. Reading the passage printed on that page, Booth felt his skin turn hot and his stomach start to flip. Closing the book, Booth stood up and carefully placed it on Brennan's desk, leaving the office. Walking towards the entrance, Booth met Hodgins as he entered the Lab.
Smiling, Hodgins held up Brennan's new book. "Hot off the presses. I'm going to try to read some of it today."
Blushing, Booth replied, "Yeah, whatever." Striding past the sliding glass doors, Booth glanced back at Hodgins as he exited the Lab and shook his head.
Sighing, Booth's thoughts turned back to the page he'd read, "Ok, it's just a story, a really good story with a really interesting sex scene. Wow, ok, maybe interesting wouldn't be the word I'd use. Still, wow. I wonder how she even . . . never mind, I don't want to know."
Hodgins observing the flushed look on Booth's face as he left the Lab, wondered, "Wow, I wonder what's wrong with him"
Sitting in Brennan's apartment, Booth knew the hour was getting late; but, he didn't want to go home. He and his lovely partner had been talking about their case and had moved from that topic to the subject of soul mates. Booth had pretended to not know what soul mates were so that Brennan would explain the concept to him. He loved it when she was in teacher mode. He'd learned that if he had run out of things to say or was too lazy to keep a conversation going all he had to do was to pretend that he didn't understand something and Brennan would lecture him on the topic. That allowed her to carry the conversation and he could just listen without having to think too much. He knew he came across as dumb as a rock sometimes; but, he didn't care. Brennan loved being the know it all, the smart one and Booth didn't care if Brennan considered him to be average. He considered himself to be average and had no wish to be a squint or an egghead.
Booth was comfortable and as much as he hated the thought, he needed to get up and go home. Turning to Brennan, Booth asked, "So, how did your interview with Riku go? I bet she was really wowed."
Frowning, Brennan replied, "She was more interested in the sex in the book than the science."
Chuckling, Booth shrugged his shoulders, "Some people become attached to characters in books or movies or television programs. They see pieces of themselves in the characters or they admire the characters and see a hero to emulate. It's human nature. The sex in the book gives them something to dream about. It doesn't make the science part of the book any less important. Without the science your book would just be a romance novel. Your books are a hell of a lot more than that. They're action and drama and mystery and yeah romance. You're books are best sellers for a reason Bones. Don't worry when people just want to talk about characters or the emotional part of their life. You and I both know it's the mystery that draws them in. Everyone loves a good murder mystery."
Watching the sleepy eyed Booth, Brennan clasped her hands together, "I gave Angela 25 percent of the royalties on my latest book. I thought over our conversation and I realized that she does help me with my books. I calculated that she is probably responsible for 25 percent of my book and therefore she should receive 25 percent of the royalties."
Surprised, Booth smiled, "Wow, Bones. That is so nice of you to do that. I'll bet she was surprised."
Nodding her head, Brennan replied, "Yes, she was. It was the right thing to do."
Yawning, Booth wearily stood up, "I'm bushed. I need to go home. Oh, hey, how's that new neighbor of yours. Have you met him yet?"
Smiling, Brennan replied, "Yes, I've talked to him several times. He's seen you several times in the hallway and he asked me a few days ago if you're dating at this time. I didn't see any harm in telling him that you aren't."
Puzzled, Booth mulled that over, "I wonder why he wanted to know that? Maybe he wanted to see if we're dating or not. Maybe he wants to see if you're available."
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan replied, "Apparently he isn't interested in me. He's interested in you."
Surprised, Booth laughed, "Me?"
Nodding her head, Brennan responded, "He broke up with his boyfriend two weeks ago. I did let him know that you wouldn't be interested in dating him; but, he said he might ask you to go out with him anyway."
Booth shook his head, "Uh, okay, uh." Yawning, Booth shook his head, "I need to go home, I'm really sleepy."
Frowning, Brennan remarked, "I think you're too tired to drive Booth. Why don't you stay in my guest bedroom tonight? Tomorrow is Saturday and you can go back home after you've rested. I don't want you to get into a wreck on the way home because you're so sleepy."
Biting his lower lip, Booth then yawned again, "Okay. That'd be great. Thanks."
They were standing in an alcove. It appreared to be raining just a few feet from them; but, he only had eyes for her.
"I just. . . I feel like I'm going to kiss you."
Suddenly she closed the space between them, leaning towards him. Kissing her, he felt electricity running through his body. He'd thought they might have a connection; but, that kiss was like magic. If made him feel weak and wanting more and more. Suddenly the horn from a taxi waiting in front of them sounded and she broke the kiss.
Watching her run towards the cab, he staggers a little and exclaims, "Wow".
Turning she tells him, "We are not spending the night together."
Not certain why he's being rejected he responds, "Of course we are. Why?"
Smiling, she replies, "Tequila."
Watching her jump into the cab, he's momentarily stunned. Realizing that the cab is pulling away from him, he shakes himself and runs after the cab. Knocking on the window, the cab stops and she rolls down the window. Curious and disappointed, he asks, "So, you're afraid when I look at you in the morning, I'll have regrets?"
Shaking her head, she replies, "That would never happen."
Hearing her laugh, he watches the taxi pull away, leaving him standing in the rain. The disappointment he feels consumes him and with a last glance at the pool hall behind him, he puts his hands in his pockets and walks towards his truck."
Hearing his phone ring, he sat up and looked around. Puzzled about the strange furniture surrounding him, he leaned over and grabed his phone from the night stand. Anserwing it, he cleared his throat, "Booth."
Hank, irritated spoke, "Where the hell are you? You're supposed to take me to see Jared and Padme today."
Feeling a little sleepy, Booth responded, "Sorry, Pops, I over slept. Let me get going and I'll be there in a little bit."
Grouchy, Hank replied, "Alright."
Ending his call, Booth slowly got out of bed. His feet hurting, he hobbled around looking for his clothes and shoes. Finding them on the chair near the closet, he put them on and left the room. Noticing Brennan's bedroom door closed, Booth quietly walked over to the apartment door, opened it and let himself out, locking and closing the door behind him.
Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Booth mulled over his dream. "That had to be a dream. I've never kissed her like that. No way. Rotten memory or not, I'd remember a kiss like that."
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A/N: Booth thought his memory loss started after the Arrington Case. He's wrong. Thursday will be the dreaded episode 100. I hope you check in and see what I did with that.