Spoilers: Nup.
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Author's Note: Umm...no comment? All I have to say is: Writer's Block. I can't come up with anything...substantial. It's irking me. Suggestions are appreciated!
The plane hurtled toward them and automatically, Booth's hand made it's way to her waist. Brennan looked up, over her shoulder, to glare at him.
"What are you doing?" she asked dumbly. He smiled in a way only Booth could.
"I'm protecting you from the plane, Bones. Didn't you see how fast it was going?" he exclaimed, feigning shock. Brennan rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away firmly.
"Booth, the plane is out there; we're in here. It's a runway. There are supposed be planed going down it!" she exclaimed. "Besides, hypothetically, if a plane were actually coming at us at that speed, and it was definitely going to hit us, then putting your hand on me wouldn't be particularly useful anyway, would it?" she asked condescendingly. Booth just smiled and took a step forward and put his arm around her shoulders.
"You sure you have to go, Bones?" he asked as if it was a legitimate question.
"Not only am I sure, Booth, I want to go," she replied, not a hint of annoyance left in her voice. She was simply answering Booth's question, now. He stopped at the first place he could find that served coffee and ordered one for himself and one for her before moving to a small table that looked out over the runway.
"Why?" he asked simply. She sighed. She couldn't figure out how she could possibly answer that without offending or confusing him.
"Well," she started, "It's my job," she said. Booth looked at her oddly.
"Bones, that doesn't answer my question," he reprimanded. She was silent for a few seconds while the waiter brought them their coffees. Picking hers up, she looked out over the runway.
"I love my job, Booth. I'm passionate about what I do," she paused, then turned her eyes to meet his. "I'm lucky that way." Booth smiled weakly. He hoped that he had something to do with that liking.
"Yeah, I know, Bones. It's just...I don't know. I miss you when you go away," he said quietly, smiling sheepishly. He saw her shocked expression and decided to help her out. "I mean, what is a man to do when he doesn't have to worry about being shot, or feeding anyone but himself?" he joked. Brennan smiled before kicking him under the table.
"Ow, Bones!" he cried. A few people turned around and looked at him oddly before going back to their coffees and good-byes. Brennan smiled in seeming accomplishment. Booth scowled.
"That's for being chauvinistic," she explained. He pulled a face.
"I wasn't being chauvinistic! It's true. I mean, I never know whether or not you're going to just pull your gun on me! And you never eat on your own, either. Admit it," he started playfully, leaning closer. "You need me!" he played. Brennan didn't flinch, only leaned in closer.
"Need you, Booth? I don't think so! You are the one who has attachment issues," she finished curtly, a smile playing on her lips. She let herself bask in the glory when Booth's eyes grew wide in shock.
"Attachment issues? I do not have attachment issues, Bones. No," he said, pointing a finger so it was only a centimetre away from her nose. She flashed him an unreadable look.
"No? Then why don't you want me to go?" she challenged, knowing she'd have him stumped on that one. He moved his hand, and surprised her by taking hers across the table. He opened his mouth, only to close it again. Instead of saying anything, he just sat, holding her hand in his, trying to read her thoughts.
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Angela tried desperately not to run through security; that never looked good. Hodgins was virtually physically restraining her with the arm he had around her waist. She glared at him.
"Jack, Brennan's plane leaves in an hour! I have to talk to her before she boards!" she complained pitifully, getting an odd look from the security guard who was currently rummaging through her bag. "Please..." she looked at his badge, "Jason, I really have to get through!" she pouted, moving away from Hodgins to gain a little more leeway with 'Jason'.
"See, a special friend of mine...she's boarding a plane really soon, and I won't see her for months..." she said sadly. She'd discovered early on that femininity was definitely a tool. But lesbianism? That was a freaking A-Bomb. The guard choked slightly, then handed her bag back to her very quickly, shooing her through. She smiled coyly and placed a hand on his upper arm as she went past.
Hodgins watched in confused amusement as the guard gawked at her touch. He was constantly amazed by Angela's charms. And shamelessness. Having ho bags, he passed through almost as quickly as she did.
Almost.
He ran to catch up with her. She was almost running. "Why don't you call her?" he suggested as soon as he was close enough. Angela's face lit up and she kissed him hard.
"That is the best idea you've ever had!" she exaggerated. Not that Hodgins cared. She pulled out her phone and hit the speed-dial button for Brennan's phone.
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Brennan wasn't sure if she could take Booth's stare any longer. His eyes were boring into her, and it made her slightly uncomfortable; there was a chance that she was showing more than she knew. And he was better at reading her than anyone else. Except, maybe Angela.
At that moment, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She started and grabbed her leg. Booth looked on, shocked. "Bones? You okay?" he asked worriedly. Brennan smiled as she pulled out her phone, waggling it in front of him. "Ah," he grunted, picking up his previously forgotten coffee.
"Brennan."
"Bren! Where are you?" she asked somewhat desperately.
"I'm at the...Booth, where are we?" she continued. Booth shot her a look and she mouthed 'Angela'. He told her the name of the place and she relayed it to Angela.
"You're with Booth? I thought you said you weren't going to ask him to come to the airport," she said, confused, but secretly ecstatic. She heard Brennan sigh, then scold Booth for something as she wandered over to where Brennan had told them they were.
"Huh? Oh. I didn't, Ange. He just came. He picked me up this morning. It made sense, because then I wouldn't have to catch a cab or leave my car here," she stated, simplifying the gesture beyond belief. Angela rolled her eyes as she approached the cafe. She spotted Booth and Brennan in the far corner, but stopped, phone still to her ear.
Maybe she could have some fun. She never got to see how they acted while alone, because, well, they were alone. But now...
"Bren? I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be about ten minutes. See you soon, Sweetie!" she called as she hung up.
She turned her full attention to the table a few metres in front of her, side on to Booth and Brennan who were sitting opposite each other at a strikingly close proximity. Angela grinned. Let the show begin, she thought.
As Brennan hung up, she shrugged and spoke to Booth, probably explaining Angela's lack of presence. Booth shrugged in return and grinned at Brennan. Angela smiled, though slightly offended, when she saw a hint of relief in his face.
His face turned serious, and he grabbed her hand across the table. Angela's eyebrows lifted, and she automatically put out an arm to stop a just-arrived Hodgins from entering, motioning to them with her free hand. He nodded in understanding and walked away to find something better to do.
Angela crossed her arms and continued to watch as Booth picked Brennan's hand up and looked studiously at them. Brennan's gaze followed his, and she tried to pull her hand away. Come on, Bren, Angela urged mentally. She sighed with relief when Booth didn't let her hand go, instead, to her shock, and apparently Brennan's, he brought it up to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
Angela gawked as Brennan's eyes closed automatically and Booth's thumb ran over the spot he'd just kissed. She knew they had their share of, albeit weird, affection; but she'd never seen this coming. Surely, she'd chosen a very coincidental day to spy on her friends.
She'd expected them to bicker, or press so close they could kiss, or hug, at least, but what she was seeing now wasn't any of that. What she was seeing now was care that ran much deeper than sexual tension or the power of suggestion. She saw Booth say something, and Brennan laughed, raising her eyebrows in what Angela took to be skepticism before she leaned across the table and kissed Booth's cheek softly.
Angela knew what he had said.
So, what did he say? Oooh! Tricky! Any review will be loved and appreciated!
Thank you for reading!
Giorgia