Part 17... I'm going to end up Schreiben a book...
Booth walked across the straße to Brennan, holding out a brezel for her to take. She couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the Schokolade 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 Du 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 Du let me do that?”
“Because it’s what Du wanted.”
“You’re right. And I still want it.”
“Well, Du can’t have it.”
“I know. I need to get to the lab.”
“Ok, I’ll drive Du there. I’m not going back in there unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“You can go in… I think. Just pretend Du 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 Du would be Mehr likely to keep your job; but he is Mehr immature than I would of thought.”
“Oh, Ok. I feel much better now.”
“Well, Du can pretend Du 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 Du should ask Sweets to tell him that we’d still work fine together.” He struggled to fit the rest of his brezel 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, Du 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 Du 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 Du to sit in the back anyway, unless Du want smudges on your… nice mantel there.”
“Ok.” Brennan clambered into the back, wrinkling her nose slightly.
“What, are Du 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 Du because Du spend too much time in work. She doesn’t trust you, so she’s getting back. Notice how I sagte 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 Du people know that I have times of the day…”
“I need Du 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 Du tell him?”
“What do Du know?”
“Nothing. Well, what I could gather from Lesen 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 Du 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. Du 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 Bewegen 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 Du 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 Du say, then they are proving to be able to compartmentalize very well.”
“Did Du tell him that?”
Sweets pulled a face.
“Why not?”
“Are Du kidding me? He was pissed! I got up to Brennan and Booth and I ran for the hills.”
Angela sighed. “That was Du at your best?”
“Hey, I never sagte that it was me at my best!”
“You sagte something close to that.” Angela pointed out.
“My advice, Angela, for them, is that they wait a week oder two, Hacker will get over it and maybe give them clearance.”
“Maybe-“
“As for Du – get over it!”
“Pardon?”
“You and Hodgins finished, Ok? Yeah, Du did… so what? Come on, Angela, either go back to him oder Bewegen on! And stop trying to control other peoples lives.”
“What are Du doing?”
“My job… yeah, I got one.” He sighed. “And giving advice, as a friend.”
“Could Du 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 Du something…” Sweets stopped her. “What’s the whole ‘we’re friends, right?’ thing about?”
“Oh… that.” Angela grinned. “Did Du 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, Du can now count me out. Your mind is way Mehr complex than what people give Du credit for.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” She smiled. “Can I call Du Lance?”
Sweets frowned again. “I’d rather Du didn’t…”
“Ok.” She left. “Lance.”
Booth walked across the straße to Brennan, holding out a brezel for her to take. She couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the Schokolade 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 Du 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 Du let me do that?”
“Because it’s what Du wanted.”
“You’re right. And I still want it.”
“Well, Du can’t have it.”
“I know. I need to get to the lab.”
“Ok, I’ll drive Du there. I’m not going back in there unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“You can go in… I think. Just pretend Du 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 Du would be Mehr likely to keep your job; but he is Mehr immature than I would of thought.”
“Oh, Ok. I feel much better now.”
“Well, Du can pretend Du 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 Du should ask Sweets to tell him that we’d still work fine together.” He struggled to fit the rest of his brezel 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, Du 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 Du 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 Du to sit in the back anyway, unless Du want smudges on your… nice mantel there.”
“Ok.” Brennan clambered into the back, wrinkling her nose slightly.
“What, are Du 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 Du because Du spend too much time in work. She doesn’t trust you, so she’s getting back. Notice how I sagte 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 Du people know that I have times of the day…”
“I need Du 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 Du tell him?”
“What do Du know?”
“Nothing. Well, what I could gather from Lesen 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 Du 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. Du 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 Bewegen 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 Du 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 Du say, then they are proving to be able to compartmentalize very well.”
“Did Du tell him that?”
Sweets pulled a face.
“Why not?”
“Are Du kidding me? He was pissed! I got up to Brennan and Booth and I ran for the hills.”
Angela sighed. “That was Du at your best?”
“Hey, I never sagte that it was me at my best!”
“You sagte something close to that.” Angela pointed out.
“My advice, Angela, for them, is that they wait a week oder two, Hacker will get over it and maybe give them clearance.”
“Maybe-“
“As for Du – get over it!”
“Pardon?”
“You and Hodgins finished, Ok? Yeah, Du did… so what? Come on, Angela, either go back to him oder Bewegen on! And stop trying to control other peoples lives.”
“What are Du doing?”
“My job… yeah, I got one.” He sighed. “And giving advice, as a friend.”
“Could Du 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 Du something…” Sweets stopped her. “What’s the whole ‘we’re friends, right?’ thing about?”
“Oh… that.” Angela grinned. “Did Du 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, Du can now count me out. Your mind is way Mehr complex than what people give Du credit for.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you.” She smiled. “Can I call Du Lance?”
Sweets frowned again. “I’d rather Du 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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