Part 17... I'm going to end up uandishi a book...
Booth walked across the mitaani, mtaa to Brennan, holding out a pretzel for her to take. She couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the chokoleti smudge on his tie.
“Oh, um…” he tried to wipe it off. “Damn it… now I just made it worse.”
“Here.” Brennan took it off for him and put it in her bag.
“So, how did it go?”
Brennan took her pretzel, risking a quick kiss on his cheek. Booth smiled.
“He’s not going to give wewe clearance. This is disgusting.” She handled the pretzel.
“They were free so… What? Why?”
“So many calories… how much stuff is cramped on to this?” Brennan said, taking a bite.
“No, I mean why did Hacker say no?”
“Oh. He says that he’s a sore looser.”
Booth sighed. “I knew he wouldn’t give it me anyways.”
“Then why did wewe let me do that?”
“Because it’s what wewe wanted.”
“You’re right. And I still want it.”
“Well, wewe can’t have it.”
“I know. I need to get to the lab.”
“Ok, I’ll drive wewe there. I’m not going back in there unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“You can go in… I think. Just pretend wewe didn’t know about it.” She took another bite. “Though I have to admit, this is delicious.”
Booth paused. “You told him I didn’t know.”
“I realized that that way wewe would be zaidi likely to keep your job; but he is zaidi immature than I would of thought.”
“Oh, Ok. I feel much better now.”
“Well, wewe can pretend wewe have no idea, and don’t look smug…”
“Whatever, I’ll give it a shot. Wait… does he have a good reason not to give me clearance? Maybe wewe should ask Sweets to tell him that we’d still work fine together.” He struggled to fit the rest of his pretzel in his mouth in one bite.
“What if we don’t.”
“But we do.” He said, his voice muffled.
“Yes, but Sweets thinks that he knows us better than we do.”
He swallowed the rest and opened his car door. “You’re right.”
“I know.” Brennan smiled as she got in the car.
“Hey, careful with that in the car!” Booth warned.
“I am a very clean – oops!”
“What? What was that? It didn’t sound good. Really? On the seat? Great, wewe know, just great. Sit in the back.”
“What? Where all the criminals sit?”
“And Hodgins.” Booth reminded. “And you’re paying to get that out.”
“Are wewe serious?” Brennan asked. “Men are obviously very protective over their cars. I’m sorry.” Booth sighed.
“I know. I’m sorry too. I’m just pissed off at Hacker.”
“So am I.” They waited.
“Should… I get in the car?” Brennan asked.
“Yeah, but I would advise wewe to sit in the back anyway, unless wewe want smudges on your… nice kanzu, koti there.”
“Ok.” Brennan clambered into the back, wrinkling her nose slightly.
“What, are wewe afraid of, murderer germs?” Booth joked.
“I know it’s irrational… but still.” She sat down carefully. Booth smirked.
*
“Oh, miss Montenegro.” Sweets frowned at her.
“Angela, Sweets. This isn’t a clinic.”
“I’m kind of busy…” a patient looked up from the sofa opposite Sweets. Angela sighed.
“Your wife is cheating on wewe because wewe spend too much time in work. She doesn’t trust you, so she’s getting back. Notice how I alisema work.” She added as she saw his confused expression.
“I was just – getting to that.” Sweets whispered. The patient stared at Angela strangely. She stared back in disgust.
“No wonder she thinks you’re cheating. You’re a creep. Go look at her like that. Otherwise she wouldn’t have married you.” Angela beckoned him out the door. He got up, annoyed, and left.
“Thank you, Angela, for making sure he never comes back and probably sues me.”
“Your welcome.”
“Don’t wewe people know that I have times of the day…”
“I need wewe to put in a good word for Booth and Brennan.” Angela sat down, getting right to the point. Sweets frowned. “To Hacker.”
“I am aware of that.”
“You are?”
“Yes… he came to see me this morning.”
“He did?”
“Yes… I’m the FBI psychologist.” it was Sweets turn to frown.
“So, what did wewe tell him?”
“What do wewe know?”
“Nothing. Well, what I could gather from kusoma Booth’s face. But I realized that another unnecessary object is getting between his and Brennan’s blooming love.”
“Unnecessary?”
“Well, we’ve already got the fact that she was abandoned and won’t trust anyone again… and the fact that Booth won’t make another move.”
“Another?”
“Forget that bit.”
“Miss Montenegro,”
“Angela”
“do wewe realize that the lack of a social life of your own is making you…”
“Obsessed?”
“Um, yes.”
“Whatever, I’m just getting bored with the whole ‘will they, won’t they’. It’s really getting under my skin.” She shivered.
“Ok… but I thought that they were already together… according to you, of course.”
“Oh, well, we’re all wrong sometimes.”
“But you’re not.”
“Just, go with me here. wewe tell Hacker that he’s better off without her-“
“I don’t think I-“
“and that Brennan’s been looking down…”
“I don’t see how-“
“and that Booth would be great for her-“
“But I-“
“and that he should songesha on-“
“But I’ve already-“
“and that he should give Booth permission to rock her socks. Sorry for the phrasing.”
Sweets pulled a face.
“I just hate to see two people that are made for each other separated like that.” She sighed.
“Like wewe and Hodgins?” Sweets asked. Angela became quiet. “I can assure you, I have done all I could do, as a psychologist. And if they are together, like wewe say, then they are proving to be able to compartmentalize very well.”
“Did wewe tell him that?”
Sweets pulled a face.
“Why not?”
“Are wewe kidding me? He was pissed! I got up to Brennan and Booth and I ran for the hills.”
Angela sighed. “That was wewe at your best?”
“Hey, I never alisema that it was me at my best!”
“You alisema something close to that.” Angela pointed out.
“My advice, Angela, for them, is that they wait a week au two, Hacker will get over it and maybe give them clearance.”
“Maybe-“
“As for wewe – get over it!”
“Pardon?”
“You and Hodgins finished, Ok? Yeah, wewe did… so what? Come on, Angela, either go back to him au songesha on! And stop trying to control other peoples lives.”
“What are wewe doing?”
“My job… yeah, I got one.” He sighed. “And giving advice, as a friend.”
“Could wewe give them advice?” she stopped. “Ok, I gottcha.” She smiled at him. “Thanks, Dr. Sweets.”
Sweets frowned. “Oh, I get it. No problem, Angela.” Angela smiled and got up to leave. “Wait a second, I’ve been meaning to ask wewe something…” Sweets stopped her. “What’s the whole ‘we’re friends, right?’ thing about?”
“Oh… that.” Angela grinned. “Did wewe do it?”
“Yes… but what is it for?”
“Mostly to mess with them… it will come in handy, believe me.” Sweets frowned.
“Whatever it is, wewe can now count me out. Your mind is way zaidi complex than what people give wewe credit for.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” She smiled. “Can I call wewe Lance?”
Sweets frowned again. “I’d rather wewe didn’t…”
“Ok.” She left. “Lance.”
Booth walked across the mitaani, mtaa to Brennan, holding out a pretzel for her to take. She couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the chokoleti smudge on his tie.
“Oh, um…” he tried to wipe it off. “Damn it… now I just made it worse.”
“Here.” Brennan took it off for him and put it in her bag.
“So, how did it go?”
Brennan took her pretzel, risking a quick kiss on his cheek. Booth smiled.
“He’s not going to give wewe clearance. This is disgusting.” She handled the pretzel.
“They were free so… What? Why?”
“So many calories… how much stuff is cramped on to this?” Brennan said, taking a bite.
“No, I mean why did Hacker say no?”
“Oh. He says that he’s a sore looser.”
Booth sighed. “I knew he wouldn’t give it me anyways.”
“Then why did wewe let me do that?”
“Because it’s what wewe wanted.”
“You’re right. And I still want it.”
“Well, wewe can’t have it.”
“I know. I need to get to the lab.”
“Ok, I’ll drive wewe there. I’m not going back in there unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“You can go in… I think. Just pretend wewe didn’t know about it.” She took another bite. “Though I have to admit, this is delicious.”
Booth paused. “You told him I didn’t know.”
“I realized that that way wewe would be zaidi likely to keep your job; but he is zaidi immature than I would of thought.”
“Oh, Ok. I feel much better now.”
“Well, wewe can pretend wewe have no idea, and don’t look smug…”
“Whatever, I’ll give it a shot. Wait… does he have a good reason not to give me clearance? Maybe wewe should ask Sweets to tell him that we’d still work fine together.” He struggled to fit the rest of his pretzel in his mouth in one bite.
“What if we don’t.”
“But we do.” He said, his voice muffled.
“Yes, but Sweets thinks that he knows us better than we do.”
He swallowed the rest and opened his car door. “You’re right.”
“I know.” Brennan smiled as she got in the car.
“Hey, careful with that in the car!” Booth warned.
“I am a very clean – oops!”
“What? What was that? It didn’t sound good. Really? On the seat? Great, wewe know, just great. Sit in the back.”
“What? Where all the criminals sit?”
“And Hodgins.” Booth reminded. “And you’re paying to get that out.”
“Are wewe serious?” Brennan asked. “Men are obviously very protective over their cars. I’m sorry.” Booth sighed.
“I know. I’m sorry too. I’m just pissed off at Hacker.”
“So am I.” They waited.
“Should… I get in the car?” Brennan asked.
“Yeah, but I would advise wewe to sit in the back anyway, unless wewe want smudges on your… nice kanzu, koti there.”
“Ok.” Brennan clambered into the back, wrinkling her nose slightly.
“What, are wewe afraid of, murderer germs?” Booth joked.
“I know it’s irrational… but still.” She sat down carefully. Booth smirked.
*
“Oh, miss Montenegro.” Sweets frowned at her.
“Angela, Sweets. This isn’t a clinic.”
“I’m kind of busy…” a patient looked up from the sofa opposite Sweets. Angela sighed.
“Your wife is cheating on wewe because wewe spend too much time in work. She doesn’t trust you, so she’s getting back. Notice how I alisema work.” She added as she saw his confused expression.
“I was just – getting to that.” Sweets whispered. The patient stared at Angela strangely. She stared back in disgust.
“No wonder she thinks you’re cheating. You’re a creep. Go look at her like that. Otherwise she wouldn’t have married you.” Angela beckoned him out the door. He got up, annoyed, and left.
“Thank you, Angela, for making sure he never comes back and probably sues me.”
“Your welcome.”
“Don’t wewe people know that I have times of the day…”
“I need wewe to put in a good word for Booth and Brennan.” Angela sat down, getting right to the point. Sweets frowned. “To Hacker.”
“I am aware of that.”
“You are?”
“Yes… he came to see me this morning.”
“He did?”
“Yes… I’m the FBI psychologist.” it was Sweets turn to frown.
“So, what did wewe tell him?”
“What do wewe know?”
“Nothing. Well, what I could gather from kusoma Booth’s face. But I realized that another unnecessary object is getting between his and Brennan’s blooming love.”
“Unnecessary?”
“Well, we’ve already got the fact that she was abandoned and won’t trust anyone again… and the fact that Booth won’t make another move.”
“Another?”
“Forget that bit.”
“Miss Montenegro,”
“Angela”
“do wewe realize that the lack of a social life of your own is making you…”
“Obsessed?”
“Um, yes.”
“Whatever, I’m just getting bored with the whole ‘will they, won’t they’. It’s really getting under my skin.” She shivered.
“Ok… but I thought that they were already together… according to you, of course.”
“Oh, well, we’re all wrong sometimes.”
“But you’re not.”
“Just, go with me here. wewe tell Hacker that he’s better off without her-“
“I don’t think I-“
“and that Brennan’s been looking down…”
“I don’t see how-“
“and that Booth would be great for her-“
“But I-“
“and that he should songesha on-“
“But I’ve already-“
“and that he should give Booth permission to rock her socks. Sorry for the phrasing.”
Sweets pulled a face.
“I just hate to see two people that are made for each other separated like that.” She sighed.
“Like wewe and Hodgins?” Sweets asked. Angela became quiet. “I can assure you, I have done all I could do, as a psychologist. And if they are together, like wewe say, then they are proving to be able to compartmentalize very well.”
“Did wewe tell him that?”
Sweets pulled a face.
“Why not?”
“Are wewe kidding me? He was pissed! I got up to Brennan and Booth and I ran for the hills.”
Angela sighed. “That was wewe at your best?”
“Hey, I never alisema that it was me at my best!”
“You alisema something close to that.” Angela pointed out.
“My advice, Angela, for them, is that they wait a week au two, Hacker will get over it and maybe give them clearance.”
“Maybe-“
“As for wewe – get over it!”
“Pardon?”
“You and Hodgins finished, Ok? Yeah, wewe did… so what? Come on, Angela, either go back to him au songesha on! And stop trying to control other peoples lives.”
“What are wewe doing?”
“My job… yeah, I got one.” He sighed. “And giving advice, as a friend.”
“Could wewe give them advice?” she stopped. “Ok, I gottcha.” She smiled at him. “Thanks, Dr. Sweets.”
Sweets frowned. “Oh, I get it. No problem, Angela.” Angela smiled and got up to leave. “Wait a second, I’ve been meaning to ask wewe something…” Sweets stopped her. “What’s the whole ‘we’re friends, right?’ thing about?”
“Oh… that.” Angela grinned. “Did wewe do it?”
“Yes… but what is it for?”
“Mostly to mess with them… it will come in handy, believe me.” Sweets frowned.
“Whatever it is, wewe can now count me out. Your mind is way zaidi complex than what people give wewe credit for.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” She smiled. “Can I call wewe Lance?”
Sweets frowned again. “I’d rather wewe didn’t…”
“Ok.” She left. “Lance.”
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One last time #Bones fans: Booth has been and will always be in the lab when necessary. He's part of the family. No need to worry.
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To the upset #Bones fans: Of course Booth belongs everywhere. But the lab isn't HIS place. Just like Hodgins doesn't 'belong' in the FBI.
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One last time #Bones fans: Booth has been and will always be in the lab when necessary. He's part of the family. No need to worry.
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To the upset #Bones fans: Of course Booth belongs everywhere. But the lab isn't HIS place. Just like Hodgins doesn't 'belong' in the FBI.
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