A/N: This just sort of popped in my head when I was walking home from school. It's about Booth and Brennan, based on the song 'Take a Chance on Me' by ABBA (hence the title). I might be adding more chapters, with different ABBA songs. Please review and tell me if I should continue or not.
Summary: Booth gets a late night call from Brennan and things just unwind from there, including Angela pawing through Brennan's closet. Fluff warning in effect.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Bones, but if I did…also I don't own the song mentioned above either.
Take A Chance On Me
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try
Take a chance on me
(That's all I ask of you honey)
Take a chance on me
Special Agent Seeley Booth was lying on his couch watching a TV show. At least he was pretending to. His thoughts were in another apartment building all together. His thoughts were in the apartment of his partner, Dr Temperance Brennan, the woman who he loved with all his heart, but who refused to let anyone in further than friendship. They had just closed a very tiring case, arresting a cold-blooded-child-killer. He turned off the TV and was about to go to bed when his cell phone rang. As he picked it up off the table, he noted that it was nearly one am. Only one person called at that unearthly hour.
"Booth," he said, after flipping it open.
"Booth it's me," said the voice on the other end. His guess was right. It was Bones.
"Hey Bones, what's up?" he asked, trying to be cheerful, yet knowing full well that she was upset about something.
"Nothing much, except…" Brennan paused, as if she were trying to find the right words. "How does someone do that, Booth? How could you just take the life of an innocent child?"
"Bones, it was a cruel, twisted, sick man." Booth replied. "Cold-blooded serial killers don't think along the same lines as we do."
"I know," she sighed. "I guess I just needed to tell someone that I despise child-killers, and hear someone say that most people do."
"And I'm the only one who you would dare call at one in the morning." Booth joked.
"Oh my god, I didn't realise it was one am!" Brennan had completely missed the joke.
"It's okay Bones," Booth reassured her. "Tell you what. To make it up to me, let me take you out to dinner tomorrow."
"Thanks, but no thanks Booth."
"Okay, but if you change your mind, or need someone to talk to, I'm not going anywhere. At least, I'm not without telling you first."
"Okay. Good night Booth."
"Night Bones." Booth ended the call and went off to bed. It was a quarter past one and he desperately needed sleep.
We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together
Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better
'Cos you know I've got
So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you
It's magic
You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair
But I think you know
That I can't let go
For Booth, sleep came easily. He knew he could dream about Brennan all night, and what he really wanted to do with her. For Brennan, sleep came somewhat easily. She was planning her dream date. It was a date of a dinner, then a pleasant walk through a beautiful park, just chatting with one another and the listening to some peaceful, calming music back at her apartment. When it came to relationships, Brennan didn't like to go further than a hug goodbye on the first date, but Booth would do almost anything within reason, if that's what his lady wanted to do. For a reason Brennan couldn't figure out, when she dreamt of each part of her ideal date, Booth was always there, enjoying it with her. In her dream, he had sat across from her at dinner, he had held her hand while walking through the park, he had picked out just the music she wanted to hear, and he agreed not to go any further than a hug goodbye. Brennan tried to push him out of her dream, but it just seemed so right to have him there. She caught the chorus of the song he had picked out, before she woke up at 5:30 am:
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try
Take a chance on me
(Come on, give me a break will you?)
Take a chance on me
She realised that the reason the Booth in her dream had picked it out was because he had to have felt that way. The only reason she could think of for Booth to get her to listen to that song would be if she felt the same way. But, it just didn't seem right to feel that way about her partner.
Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last when things are rough
It's magic
You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind
No I can't let go
'Cos I love you so
Booth headed to the Jeffersonian at around 9:00 with a new case. And so that he could visit Bones. He walked in and the first person he saw has Angela. He groaned inwardly at the sight of her. Angela was the president of her own little club he called 'Get Booth and Brennan Together Club'.
"Hey sweetie!" she said cheerfully. "You look tired. Did you have a busy night with someone?"
"Hi Ange, and no I didn't have a busy night, unless you count getting a phone call from Bones at one in the morning," he replied. "Is she still squinting over some 5000-year-old body?"
"Actually, she's in her office."
Booth nodded and went down to Brennan's office where she was having a very important phone call. He didn't bother to knock on her door, but he went in and quietly sat down on her couch. She noticed him and quickly ended the call.
"Hey Booth, what can I do for you?" asked Brennan.
"New case Bones," he replied, handing her the file. "A new play structure was going to be built, but when they dug up the land, they found what looks like a very well preserved skeleton. So, let's go."
"Okay, let me get my stuff," she replied.
After she got her kit ready they walked out to Booth's black SUV waiting in the parking lot of the Jeffersonian. When they got in, Booth handed the file back to Brennan, so she could read through it.
"Booth," she said.
"Yeah Bones?" he replied
"I changed my mind," Brennan told him. "Dinner would be great. And thanks for talking to me last night."
"Hey, what are friends for, right?" he said. "I'll pick you up at seven."
"Okay."
"Remember this. You're allowed to take chances." Booth said as he pulled up to the park. "Now let's go see this skeleton of ours."
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me
(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)
"Honestly Ange, I'm perfectly capable of choosing my own outfit for dinner with Booth," Brennan insisted, when Angela had shown up at her door at 6:00.
"Sweetie, this isn't like any other date," she said. "It's Booth."
"And is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"Brenn, he is head-over-heals-crazy about you. Just give him a chance and let me help you pick the perfect outfit."
Reluctantly Brennan agreed. Angela grinned and went into Brennan's walk in closet.
"Wow," she said. "I didn't know you had all this! This is amazing!"
"What is?" Brennan asked. "The fact that I have a lot of very nice clothes in my closet? I don't spend all my time at the lab you know."
"I know," replied Angela, looking around. She picked out a dress and held it up. "Try this on sweetie. I want to see how it looks on you."
Brennan went into the bathroom with the dress while Angela looked for others. On average it was about knee length. The hem was frilly and the front of the dress came up to her thighs and the back trailed down to her mid-calves. The neckline was V-shaped, with a V-shaped line of frills about an inch below it. The dress was very much like satin and it was a navy blue colour. It was loose fitting, but not too loose. It had spaghetti straps with navy blue soft mesh pieces attached to it, like butterfly wings. The dress suited Brennan perfectly. She walked back into the closet and Angela instantly gave up looking for others.
"Wow," said Angela. "Sweetie, if Booth hadn't already lost his head over you, he certainly would tonight."
"Lost his head? I don't know what that means." Brennan replied.
"It means that…" Angela started to say. "Well you'll understand soon enough. Now that we have a dress, let's accessorise."
Angela led her over to the bureau and began pawing around. Brennan picked up a necklace and held it up to Angela.
"What about my icicle necklace?" she asked. The necklace looked like little silver icicles dangling next to each other.
"It's perfect!" said Angela, who was trying her hardest not to scream in delight. She picked out a pair of matching icicle earrings and gave them to her best friend. "Put these on too."
Brennan fastened the clasp on the necklace and put on the earrings. Then Angela took her into the bathroom.
"Make-up time Brenn," she said. "What have you got?"
Angela fussed with Brennan's make-up and hair until 6:55, when she announced that she was finished.
"Thanks Ange," said Brennan, looking in her full length mirror. "Do you want some ice cream?"
"No, I should probably go," Angela replied. "Before your knight in shining FBI standard issue body armour shows up to take you away."
"Okay," Brennan said, failing to correct her that Booth wasn't her knight in shining armour. "'Bye Ange."
"I'll be calling tomorrow," said Angela with a wink. "'Bye sweetie."
Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me
(Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)
Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa ba-ba
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Booth had showed up right on time and they had gone to a quiet, romantic Italian restaurant. After dinner, Booth had driven to a park that Brennan didn't know existed. Booth held her hand while they walked among the trees and flowers. She didn't protest, like he thought she would. Brennan was thinking about how nice the evening had been so far. They talked about this and chatted about that, but the subject of work never came up, which was a good thing. Temperance Brennan was a human, but when she talked about work, she became an alien forensic anthropologist with her 'squint squad'.
Brennan was very much enjoying the evening. It was her dream date, and she couldn't enjoy it with anyone else. After they walked through the entire park, they climbed back into Booth's SUV, and he drove back to Brennan's apartment building. He parked his SUV in the parking lot, and they both just looked at each other for a moment.
"Do you want me to walk you up to your apartment?" asked Booth.
"No thanks," replied Brennan. She saw the disappointment in his eyes. "But would you like to come up for a drink?"
Booth gave her a charm smile. "Sure," he said, and they got out of the car and headed toward the elevator. As they walked Booth lightly placed his hand on her lower back. At the door of Brennan's apartment, she fished out her keys and opened the door. She held the door open for Booth, before kicking her heels off.
"Come on in Booth," she called from the kitchen. "Can I get you something? Beer, wine, water?"
"A beer would be nice," he called back. She brought two bottles of beer and handed one to him. "Thanks, Bones."
"Don't call me Bones."
"Then don't call me Booth."
"All right Seeley."
"All right Temperance."
They laughed at their childishness.
"I brought a CD with me," said Booth suddenly. "Its ABBA."
"I don't know what that means," replied Brennan, looking confused.
"Bones, ABBA is a pop singing band," Booth sighed. He put the CD in the player and music came blasting out. Guiltily he turned down the volume. "Sorry."
"That's okay," said Brennan. She listened to the music for a few seconds and then she understood. How could she have been so oblivious to it before? "Booth I…" she started to say. "You…" she tried again. "What I mean is…" she couldn't find the right words.
"I think I know what you're trying to say," Booth said. Brennan lifted her eyes up to him, from her slump on the couch. "I know. I always knew. I feel the same way." Booth walked around to the front of the couch and sat down beside her. He pulled her up to a sitting position. Then he leaned in to her so their faces were inches apart. He gave her control and she closed the distance, as she pushed her mouth on his. Booth wrapped his arms around her waist as Brennan's hands went from his chest to his neck. Soon her arms replaced her hands as she wrapped them around his neck. Neither wanted to let go, but soon they had to. When they broke off the kiss, both felt a sense of loss as they caught their breath. Booth's lips were still tingling, but Brennan's lips were on fire. Brennan didn't have time to think about what happened, or analyze why she did what she did, because Booth leaned in for more. Brennan pulled away, and Booth looked confused when she stood up. She extended her hand to him, and pulled him up. Brennan put her hands on his chest and pressed her lips against his again. Brennan started to unbutton his shirt and only removed her mouth from his to take a short breath and pull off his tie. When they broke apart, Booth looked down at himself and gave a charm smile to Brennan. She had taken off his shirt and was rubbing her hands over his incredibly muscular torso. Booth tilted her head up and tugged on her arm. She smiled and followed him to her bedroom.
A/N: So what did you think?? Is it worth continuing? Please review and make me happy:)