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Title: Incidents
Author: kris932
Rating: T just to be safe. Very mild swear words.
Spoilers: Takes place during "The Mummy in the Maze."
Summary: Just some of Booth's musings on some of the incidents between him and his Bones in season three.
Author's Notes: This is out of order with the last few one shots I posted. But it was one of my favorite episodes and just felt like writing something for it.
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A corpse. Past the killer clown…
The fear of clowns. Coulrophobia. Might explain why you shot that clown last year.
She had to bring that up didn't she? Like he needed a reminder of the time Sully was working…lets stick with working with his Bones.
Oh, lets get this straight! He was not scared of clowns, per say. Clowns didn't bother him at all…damn it! How does anyone find clowns with their freaky face paint and leering grins amusing. So maybe they freaked him out just a little. A lot. Whatever. The woman was hypervenalting over seeing a corpse; it was the clown she should be worried about!
At least he wasn't scared of skeletons, right?
What are you wearing? What-now? No, not now, to the Jeffersonian Halloween Ball. What I always wear, are you going this year? I'm the official-unofficial FBI liaison to the Jeffersonian, of course I'm going.
He had no idea what she always wore each year. That was slightly odd, three years in this partnership and he didn't even remember hearing about the last two Jeffersonian Halloween Balls. Well he had spent the last two Halloweens with Parker so he had a slight excuse for being out of the loop.
He was hoping Bones and the squints would at least get his costume. But being who they were he'd probably have to explain it to them. Typical.
What are you supposed to be? Oh, see, I'm a nerd squint. What is the rationale behind that conclusion? That's not what they look or sound like. Oh, you mean we, that's not what we look or sound like. See what I did right there, I corrected you, in character, as a squint.
He did have to explain his costume. He thought he did a damn fine job even if he did have to say so himself. He was a squint! Why he was suddenly enjoying that he wasn't quite sure…he used to avoid the lab at all costs. Now he spent more time there than at his own home. Well Bones never stopped by his place so that might explain his growing fondness for the lab.
Okay, where did you even find a place to carry that?
That was one big ass gun to hide in that skimpy very unexpected…um…very…enjoyable Wonder Woman costume Bones was sporting. He still didn't know how she carried it. Kinda, wished she'd left it at home though. She shot him! By accident, but it didn't stop it from hurting like hell.
Ah, we look like hell. It's a Halloween party. We could be Wonder Woman and, ahm, what's Superman's secret identity? Clark Kent. Yes. We could be Wonder Woman and Clark Kent after a really, really bad date. Yeah, bad date because you shot me. It was only a flesh wound and you dropped me on my head. After you shot me. Okay, I think I've got you on this one. Okay, Wonder Woman?
Did he mention that Bones shot him? A painful shot, like very painful, not his idea of a good time. Then she goes rambling on about a date from hell. His Bones actually used the word date in reference to them. He was sure that crossed some line. Of course, the whole Clark Kent/Wonder Woman aspect was a spin. But, they had gone to the party together. Left early because his wound was killing him and Bones was kind enough to drive him home. She was thrilled to drive his car. That was how tired and in pain he was to let her drive. But it was a good date. He couldn't wait until next Halloween. A year between dates was a long time though.