Finally, our story gets posted on FanFiction! We wrote this mainly out of frustration because the writers of Bones just won't let Booth and Brennan kiss and since our happiness depends on this heavenly show we decided to take matters in our own hands. This has become about more than just the two of them getting to realize their feelings for one another and connecting the lips, though. We promise to update soon (we already finished up until chapter nine) if the reviews keep coming. 'Keep On Tryin'' has been tried out at school and become a big hit! The result is below. Please R&R.
Chapter one: The Blizzard
"I gotta give it to you Bones," Seeley Booth said as he held open the door of his car for her, "That was pretty amazing the way you pulled that confession out of the guy."
He slammed the door shut when Temperance Brennan was seated and walked over to the other side to get behind the wheel.
"It was nothing," Brennan answered as she rolled her eyes the way she does when she's tired and ready to go home, "His description of what had happened didn't match the evidence I found which is what I explained to him and then he… confessed," she explains while she shrugs.
"Yeah, but still," Booth turned on the ignition and turned the vehicle onto the road, "I used some hardcore psychology on him and he wouldn't snap."
Brennan leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes.
"You know I don't believe in psychology. What happened tonight proves my point. Nothing's more persuasive than facts," she sighed with content.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Booth hushed her and turned on the radio.
"…strongly advise everyone not to travel …upcoming weather …blizzards…"
"Damn!" Booth exclaimed and jammed his fists on the wheel.
Brennan said nothing but turned her head to her partner and looked at him questioningly.
"Why are you redirecting your frustration to your car?"
"Because I don't want to hit you and I was going to get Parker tonight."
Brennan nodded that she understood and placed a soft hand on Booth's sleeve.
"We'll find a hotel and we'll get up early. You'll only miss the night."
Booth murmured that he agreed and Brennan added, "Come on, I'll keep you company. It'll be fun."
"Fun? What do you know about having fun?" Booth sulked as he bent forward and crossed his arms over the wheel.
Brennan smiled.
"I actually know a lot about having fun."
"Your kind of fun, anyway," Booth said sarcastically as he changed their direction and headed towards the nearest hotel.
His cell phone beeped and the man flipped it open and held it to his ear.
"Slectovencto," a deep voice on the other end of the line spoke.
"Yes, master Ortez?"
"I know where they are. Listen, you must check in at the hotel closest to where you are. See if you can find them there. Understood?"
"Yes, master."
"And Slectovencto... don't forget I want the woman alive. You can shoot the FBI agent but I want her alive."
"Of course, master." And with those words he ended their call. Next he put on his coat, grabbed his car keys and left the house.
"Let me help you with those," Booth offered as Brennan struggled with the weight of her suitcases.
"Thank you," she said as she handed him a heavy suitcase.
"What kind of hotel doesn't have someone to help you get your stuff upstairs?" Booth grumbled through clenched teeth.
"If you want I can take that suitcase back." Brennan pushed the elevator button and they waited for the elevator to descend.
The doors opened and they stepped inside. Booth couldn't help but look at Brennan as she curiously glanced around in the tiny space. She was wearing black trousers with a matching black jacket and a white blouse. Not tightly hugging her figure but form-fitting. The fact that this woman wasn't at all aware of her beauty strongly appealed to him. She was unlike anyone he'd ever met before. His most valuable partner, one of his dearest friends.
Could I fall in love with her, Booth wondered as he shifted his gaze to her face, zooming in on her big blue eyes. Sparkling brightly with curiosity as ever. There had always been 'something' between them. It was more than just friendship. It was utter trust and dedication to their shared passion for solving crimes, letting justice happen. There had been moments where this weird chemistry between them was overwhelming and to be honest, at those times it had seemed so appropriate to kiss her. But then there had been moments, and there always would be, where the tension between them hang heavily in the air. Mostly when they, once again, completely disagreed with each other. Could he fall in love with her? Maybe. Perhaps. Probably. But it could ruin everything.
"Booth? Booth!" Brennan was looking at him and smiled.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing," Booth answered vaguely as he cleared his throat and looked away.
"You had a pretty intense expression on your face. That indicates you were thinking hard about something," Brennan interrogated him.
The arrival of the elevator on the fifth floor saved Booth from having to answer her prying question. They quickly got their stuff out and started down the hall searching for their room numbers.
"Ah! 502! That's my room," Booth exclaimed excitedly.
"I found mine, 503!" Brennan replied a second later.
"Let's get your stuff in first," Booth offered generously and threw the card at Brennan, who caught it with one hand and slid it through the slot. She pushed open the door and they walked into the room. After they put her suitcases on the bed Booth whistled appreciatively.
"Nice room, Bones." When he'd first started using this nickname for her Brennan had hated it. Over time it had become a kind of endearment, though and she didn't mind anymore.
Brennan shrugged.
"It's a room," she replied dryly. She wasn't the kind of person who paid attention to how big or rich their room was, as long as it had a bed and a bathroom in it she was satisfied. That this room also contained a sofa, minibar, radio, television set and a large wardrobe she couldn't care less about. As long as she could get some sleep and freshen up in the morning.
"Whoa, this bed is awesome!" Booth said as he flopped down on it and let himself fall into the soft pillows.
"Booth, you're acting like a child," Brennan observed.
"So what? I'm excited."
"I would really appreciate it if you'd get off my pillows now," she demanded as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Booth jumped up and threw the pillows back in their places.
"Did you bring pyjamas?" he asked.
"Wha- no," Brennan answered as she furrowed her brow. "But I can buy some."
"All the shops are probably closed."
"Okay... so I'll sleep in something else," Brennan furrowed her brow more and obviously was unsure of where this conversation was going.
"All I'm saying is, I have a t-shirt for you if you want." Booth started fumbling through his suitcase until he found what he was looking for and held up a large t-shirt.
"Okay. Thanks," Brennan replied and took the t-shirt.
"Hi. Could you tell me if my sister's just checked in here? Her name is Joy- I mean Temperance Brennan. Could be she was with a man," he held up a photo of Brennan as he spoke to he woman behind the desk. She narrowed her eyes and thought.
"Yes. Yes she did. And indeed she was with a man," she finally answered.
"Ah! That's great. Could you give me her room number?"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to do that. Besides, miss Brennan didn't announce you were visiting."
"Look, she's my baby sister, all right? We live a great distance apart and now I happen to be in the same town. I haven't seen her in months. Please, let me see her. I need to know which room she's staying in," he said in a pleading voice and he made his eyes beg her to give him what he wanted.
"All right then, I guess. If you wait a minute I'll call her, inform her about your arrival, mister..."
"Brennan. And please don't call. It would ruin the surprise."
"Room 503. Fifth floor," the woman sighed.
"Thank you. You're a darling," he said smiling charmingly. That trick always worked. Hotels are never a safe place to hide, he thought as he turned towards the elevators and felt the reassuring pressure of his gun pressed against his leg.
"Okay, well, I'll just go to my room and... we'll see each other in the morning."
"All right. Good night, Booth."
"Good night, Bones."
Booth got up from the sofa and walked towards the bed to retrieve his own suitcase. However, when he tried to open the door it seemed stuck. He pushed it with his shoulder but it wouldn't move.
"Booth, are you all right?" Brennan asked from the sofa.
"Looks like this door- won't- open," Booth answered as he pushed three more times.
Brennan got up, too and turned the light switch. When the lights didn't go on she tried the tv, then the radio. Nothing.
"I think the power's down," she told him.
"Oh, crap," Booth said as he put his suitcase on the floor and got his cell phone out of his pocket.
"I'm calling the desk lady to let her have someone come up here and open the door," he explained as he dialed a number. Brennan looked expectantly at him as Booth waited for someone to answer the phone.
"That's weird," he finally said as he took his cell phone from his ear and looked intently at the screen. "I've got no reach. Probably because of that damn blizzard."
They both looked outside and watched heavy snowflakes being blown against the window.
"Looks like we're about to get one," Brennan said to no one in particular.
Now that part one of his assignment had been executed there was only one more thing to do before he could go to his room and relax, at last. So he went down to the desk lady and told her he would be staying for some time. He requested a room close to Brennan's and paid cash, as usual.
Although it hadn't been much of a surprise to find the other man here it had certainly made him feel like he had to be more focused. He shouldn't be a big problem but he shouldn't be underestimated either. Right now Joy Keenan was his top priority.
Thanking the lady for her help, he grabbed the card and headed for his room while whistling a song he liked.
Brennan yawned and her eyelids started to become heavy.
"We should get some sleep," Booth noted.
"Hm. We should," Brennan agreed as she yawned again. "Sorry."
"If you get up I can start making myself a bed," Booth said as he jumped up and offered Brennan his hand to pull her up from the sofa.
"You can have some of my pillows," she offered and started to collect a few.
In the past hour it had become dark both outside and inside as Booth and Brennan had sat on the sofa drinking wine from the minibar and eating chocolate. They'd talked about their case- the one they had just solved, and then about Parker, Hodgins and Angela's relationship and the importance of owning a gun as a forensic anthropologist. On the latter matter, they disagreed. Brennan had always wanted her own gun 'to shoot people with', as she'd bluntly stated, but all of her requests had been denied by the FBI. The only reassurance that Booth was able to give her was his constant presence and thus protection by her side and the extra time on the shooting club she'd been given recently.
"Are you comfortable?" Booth's voice sounded loud in the silent room.
"Yes. I hate it that I couldn't brush my teeth, though," Brennan replied.
"Why? Is brushing your teeth that important to you?" Booth asked, finding it weird that a person could worry about their teeth not getting brushed when they were stuck in a hotel with blizzards on the other side of the window.
"It's just that I don't like to alter my habits. And from an anthropological point of view that's completely normal."
"Oh. Okay," Booth sounded as if it suddenly became clear to him and turned onto his other side. The sofa had appeared to be far from comfortable.
Five minutes later Booth still hadn't found the right sleeping position and turned on his other side for the upteenth time.
"Booth! Stop turning. You're keeping me from my sleep," Brennan's voice sounded sleepy from the other side of the room.
"Easy talking for you, Bones. You're not getting scoliosis from lying on this freaking sofa."
Brennan opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. She sighed.
"Fine. You can sleep in my bed."
"Oh, you don't have to sleep on the sofa, I mean I'm the gentleman here and-"
"Booth. You can come here and sleep in this bed with me. Together. As long as you stay the gentleman you claim to be," she added teasingly.
Within a second Booth had jumped up from the sofa and wearing nothing but his shorts and t-shirt hurried over to Brennan's bed.
"Hey! Easy, you're demolishing the bed," Brennan commented when he literally came crashing down next to her and quickly snuggled up under the duvet.
Booth groaned with happiness and pecked Brennan on her cheek.
"Thanks, Bones," he said gratefully.
"Yeah... well... good night, Booth," she replied being taken aback by his sudden act of intimacy. What did he just do? What did that mean? Nobody could make her belief that it was just a thing partners do. People are so complicated. Perhaps it was nothing. But Booth was unable to worry about what he had just done. He was soundly asleep beside her.