Hey everyone! It is summer and I really wanted to write a summery story. I WILL finish The Almost, but for now, I wanted to start a lighter story. So I really hope you like this one!!
Ok so here's the part I explain how I am in no way affiliated with Fox, and that I don't own Bones. Although I wish I did ;)
Chapter 1: Sweetie, I'm Hot
Hot. That was the only way to describe the weather that day in D.C and even the inside of the Jeffersonian. The heat wave that had been lasting since Monday finally took its toll of the Jeffersonian that Friday around 11:30 AM when the power had gone. At fist the lack of equipment working was the main issue frustrating the scientists in the lab, but as the day progressed, the heat proved to take precedence over everything. The Jeffersonian proved to get hotter and hotter each hour without any source of cool air.
"Ange, do we have a face?" Dr. Temperance Brennan inquired strolling into Angela Montenegro's office, tying her hair into a messy bun.
Angela held her sketchpad to her chest and crossed her legs, "Sweetie, I'm hot."
"Yes, you are."
The two women looked up at Dr. Jack Hodgins, Angela's boyfriend and the lab's entomologist, who had a sly smile sprawled across his face upon entering the room.
Angela grinned, "I mean I'm hot…literally. Although physically I'm probably not slacking either…"
Hodgins walked around behind Angela's desk and leaned down to kiss her lifting her chin up with his index finger, "You got that right."
Brennan placed her hands on her hips frustrated, "Okay. Angela, what do you have done?"
Angela watched as Hodgins exited her office before giving her attention to her visibly annoyed best friend.
"Bren, didn't you come in here like five minutes ago checking my progress?"
She folded her arms, "More like a half hour ago. Angela, what's taking so long?" she asked raising her voice a bit.
"Ok, I know it's the heat talking but…"
"Angela please? Just show me what you have." She brought her tone back down to speaking level.
Angela paused and gripped the edges of her sketchpad which was still pressed against her chest, "I didn't get very far." She warned.
Brennan sighed, "Ok, that's fine just show—."
Angela flipped the pad over revealing just a circular shape in the middle of the paper. No eyes, no nose, no mouth in the middle of it, just a blank circular shape sketched lightly in pencil.
"I told you I didn't get very far."
A small smile crept onto Brennan's face as she relaxed her stance, rolling up the sleeves of her lab coat.
"It's not much cooler on the platform, but maybe you can try drawing there. It's warmer in the offices."
Angela stood up leaving her chair to spin around behind her, "Hey, I'm willing to try," she said with a smile, "But I doubt I'm getting any farther than this circle."
As they walked out of Angela's office towards the platform, Booth's voice echoed through the lab.
"Damn Camille, why is it so hot in here?" he looked around, "Where's Bones?"
"I'm right here." Brennan brought attention to her presence as she and Angela emerged onto the platform.
"The power's out Agent Booth." A very awkward Zack informed as he tried to examine the skull of their latest victim brought to the lab.
"Yeah, uh I kinda noticed." Booth motioned to the lights above him which weren't on, "This place is usually lit up like a Christmas tree. Why isn't the generator kicking in? It's hotter in here than it is outside."
Cam wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, "The generator isn't working because the repair man was supposed to come yesterday but he never showed up. Convenient huh?"
"I wonder if that's the repair man." Brennan motioned toward the body on the examining table, a smile creeping onto her face as she mused at her own joke.
Booth stripped off his jacket as he gave his partner a smile, "Wouldn't be surprised Bones. How much could you all possibly get done in this heat?"
Angela lightly threw her sketchpad onto a nearby table, "That's about it."
"None of our equipment works either. So what we are able to do is extremely minimal." Zack commented placing the skull back down on the table.
Hodgins took off his gloves, "The only thing I got done today was determine what insects were on the victim's clothing. Then the power blew, and now it's obnoxiously hot in here."
"Why are you all still here then?" Booth directed toward Dr. Saroyan, "The Jeffersonian is going to end up being charged with endangering the welfare of a squint."
Cam sighed, "Let me go see what I can do." She turned around once she was at the bottom of the stairs, "For the meantime, you all can take those lab coats off."
The four wearing their blue lab coats let out sighs of relief as they quickly accepted Cam's offer, unbuttoning their coats.
Zack turned his attention toward Dr. Brennan, "Now what?"
"Well, until Cam comes back with an answer, just do what ever the circumstances allow you to do without any equipment."
Booth followed his partner who was making her way to the stairs and inevitably going to her office. Brennan turned her head around feeling someone, who she knew was Booth, behind her and draped her lab coat over her shoulder.
"How long has it been this hot in here?" Booth asked meeting her eyes, loosening his tie.
Brennan glanced at her watch before talking over her shoulder, "Since, 11:30 this morning so about 3 hours?" walking through her office door pane, she hung her lab coat on the hook planted behind the door followed by the suit jacket she'd been suffering in all day.
Booth threw his own jacket onto her couch before sitting down.
"Is the power in your building still working?" Brennan asked regarding her attention to the case files on her desk, clad in a burgundy camisole which unintentionally showed a great deal of cleavage.
Booth smirked, "Well the guy who fixes our generator isn't M.I.A. so we're good so far." He replied knocking on the coffee table in front of him.
She smiled at him before returning her attention to the case files, "We got nothing done today." Brennan commented looking over the papers on her desk with a hand resting on either side of the stack.
Booth watched as a bead of sweat rolled down in between his partner's breasts.
"Well the body got here at what? 11:00?" he asked returning his attention to his partner's face, "You only had a half hour to work. Relax Bones."
She sighed and closed the folder that cradled the papers for she hated set backs in her work. Smoothing down her pants she sat down in her computer chair behind her,
"This is extremely… annoying."
She suddenly felt remorse for the victim lying on the table outside whose identity would have to wait because of a stupid generator.
Booth and Brennan looked toward the door at the sound of a knock.
Cam was standing there with a relieved smile of her face, holding her suit jacket with her index finger over her shoulder.
"We're free to go."
Booth stood up and clapped his hands together once, "Yes!"
"Why are you happy? Don't you still have work?" Brennan asked standing up beginning to gather her things.
He shook his head, "Nope, this is my only case right now which means I'm free the rest of the day."
Angela popped her head in her Brennan's office, "Looks like we all won't be dying of a heat stroke today."
"Yes." She replied coming towards the door, "Ange tell Zack not to go anywhere yet, he has to help me move the body elsewhere."
Angela nodded, "Will do. Hey, you, me, Zack, Hodgins, and Booth…beach?"
"Today?" Brennan asked looking behind her at Booth.
Booth shrugged, "You going Bones?"
"I can't see why not."
Angela smiled widely, "See you there." She began to walk backwards out of the door, "5:00?"
Brennan nodded, "That's fine."
"Squints at a beach." Booth laughed, "This should be interesting."