A/N: Most ppl are going to hate me for this, but I haven't been able to get Micah out of my head since "The Doctor in the Photo" aired. I adore him to the point that I don't care if Bones and Booth never get together as long as she's with him. I don't know what the show has planned for him, if anything (though on IMDB the character is listed with a last name, which is a good sign), but the way they interacted during that episode just made me melt.
The way I see it, the characters love Hannah so much the only way to be rid of her is to kill her, and that wont happen till the finale, so we have another 15 episodes or so, and then Booth will have to get over her, which will take time…and has anyone noticed the lack of sexual tension this season? It's been making me cranky, so I'm ready for Bones to move on.
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Dr. Temperance Brennan raised her eyebrows when she heard music blasting through her lab. Coming through the doors she couldn't help but smile. Micah was dancing on the forensics platform, the music blaring from an MP3 player plugged into a pair of speakers. She stood silently, amused, as he danced. Eventually he turned and saw her. "Doc." He hurried over and turned off the music. "Hi."
"Oh, don't stop on my account," she said. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself." She put her hands behind her back, hiding the bag she was holding.
"Sometimes you start to fall asleep, wandering around this place by yourself for eight hours," he excused himself. "Gotta wake up, get the blood flowing."
"Understandable," she said, approaching the platform. "You obviously have a keen mind-it's going to waste being a mere security guard."
"Well, thank you."
"I'm sure you are often bored here at night."
"I listen to books on tape, so it's not all bad. Recently I've been listening to your books."
"_My_ books?"
"Yeah, they're interesting. I have to say, I like the forensic bits more than the fluffy stuff."
Brennan felt a flash of excitement. "Really? Because you know, I think that is the most important aspect of my books. Everyone else seems to disagree."
"Don't get me wrong, I like the other stuff too. It's just…you are a transparent writer."
"Transparent?" Her excitement died. She hated criticism.
"I can see that there are a lot of real-life parallels in your books. It feels kind of like I'm spying on you."
"The books are completely different from my real life," she insisted. "I wish people would stop making those assumptions."
"My apologies," he said. "If you say they're totally different, I believe you." She had a feeling he didn't really mean it, which was interesting since she usually couldn't tell when people were lying.
"Well," she said quickly, ready to pass her mind over that odd realization. "I just wanted to stop by and-and thank you for your help on that case last week."
"All I did was babble," he said.
"No, no. You did much more." She handed him the bag she'd been hiding. "You helped me…rearrange my mind. Something I really needed."
"You didn't have to do that," he said, accepting the bag and pulling out a bottle of wine. "Wow. The good stuff. I should help you with your cases more often."
She smiled again. "Well, if you ever want to, I wouldn't mind."
"Thanks." She smiled at his smile, and they smiled at each other a little too long.
"Well," she said, voice abrupt. "I'd better get going."
"And I should get back to work," he said, glancing down at the bottle of wine. "Thanks again."
"It's the least I can do," she said, and turned away. "Bye."
"Goodbye Dr. Brennan," he called after her.
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Brennan walked quickly as she left the building, but paused for a moment when she got into her car, giving herself a moment to come down from a sudden rush of adrenaline. [ Adrenaline? Where did that come from? ] She'd spent the last three days staying at home as much as possible, laying in bed and eating extremely expensive ice cream, which Angela had been kind enough to bring over. She was just starting to feel like herself again, except with a strange metaphorical hole where her metaphorical heart should be. Angela promised her that she would, in time, find something to fill that hole, but she couldn't help but find that to be very unlikely.
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Pt 2
Two days later Brennan came into work and found an envelope taped to her office door. She stood staring at it, unsure what to do, when Angela approached her. "What's this?" she asked, spying the envelope immediately.
"I don't know," she answered, still staring.
"Well," Angela said after a pause. "Aren't you going to open it?"
"Right." She peeled it off the door and opened it. There was a card inside with a cartoon cat on the front. 'Thanks for the wine,' it read inside. 'Maybe you want to help me drink it sometime?'
Angela stared at Micah's signature. "Security Micah?" she said, looking up at her best friend and raised her eyebrows. "You sent him wine?"
"He's a friend," Brennan said simply. "That's all."
"Sounds like he wants to be more than friends." She followed Brennan into her office.
"Don't be silly. Micah doesn't think that way about me. Why would he?"
"Sweetie, why _wouldn't_ he is the better question. C'mon. Looking the way you do, all guys think that way about you."
"Until I start speaking," she replied, feeling depressed. "Then they lose all interest."
"But he talks to you all the time," Angela said as she turned to leave. "Think about that."
Micah? Liking her? She sat down at her desk and stared at the card. But did she like him? Of course she liked him. He was funny and said interesting things and brought her cookies when she worked late. But it never occurred to her that he might see more into that bottle of wine. She sighed. She would have to let him down easily.
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That night she found him making his rounds in the halls of the Jeffersonian. "Hello Micah," she said, feeling nervous.
"Hey," he said, giving her a big, slightly goofy grin. When he smiled it made her want to smile too. "I take it you got my note?"
"Yes. And I just came here to say…" Say what? Sorry, Micah, I'm getting over a crippling disappointment and I don't want to date right now?
He seemed to guess what her pause suggested. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said. "It was just a whim." The grin had disappeared from his face and Brennan felt…guilty.
"I'd love to," she said quickly.
He perked up immediately. "Really? Great. What about dinner at my place this Saturday?"
"That sounds wonderful."
"Great. Really great."
"Great," she echoed.
"Totally casual," he added. "It'll be great."
"You said that already."
"Yeah. I did."
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Friday found Brennan pacing her office. She didn't notice Dr. Saroyan watching her until she spoke: "Watching you is making me dizzy."
Brennan faltered. "Oh. Sorry. I was just…thinking."
"I just got a call from the FBI. A body was discovered in a sand pit on a golf course."
"Sand pit?"
"Yes. Very shallow grave. Booth is coming to pick you up."
"Okay," she said, grabbing her jacket and purse. The murder business had been slow and she hadn't seen him all week, instead spending the time with several sets of unidentified remains already in bone storage (she and her interns had successfully identified a hiker that had gone missing in 1976, but hadn't had any luck with the other two skeletons).
Booth was waiting for her in the parking deck, and after saying hello they didn't talk for half the drive. "Are we okay?" he asked finally.
Brennan let out a sigh of relief. At least the uncomfortable silence had been broken, so they could have their one uncomfortable conversation and hopefully get back to normal. "Of course we are. I would rather work with you than never see you at all."
"Good. That's good."
"I even have a date tomorrow night," she added, wanting him to know she was okay.
"A date? That fast, huh?"
"Yes," she answered, not wanting to tell him it was a casual, just friends situation. "I'm moving on, just like you did."
"Good," he answered, no doubt as uncomfortable as she was. "I'm glad." He didn't ask anymore questions, and talked only about the case until they got to the golf course.
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