Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: Hip Hip Hurray for the end of the Writer's Strike!!
This story line is loosely based on a plot line from that writer that I'm sure at least some of you have heard of . . . Mr. William Shakespeare. I borrowed it from his play ( my favourite actually) "Much Ado About Nothing." I hope Mr. Shakespeare doesn't mind me recycling his story line. Hope you like it!
Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan were sitting on the balcony overlooking the Jeffersonian's Medico Legal Lab, working on the paperwork for their latest case. Well, at least one of them was working. The other's mind began to wander and not soon after, his eyes followed suit. He looked down onto the platform in the centre of lab, watching the squints and Cam huddled around one of the examination tables. All of a sudden Angela started gesticulating wildly and the others nodded their heads in affirmation of whatever it was she was flying off the handle about. They appeared to come to an agreement on something and Cam and Hodgins even shook hands!
Obviously up to no good, thought Booth, as an intense feeling of apprehension stole over him. He continued to watch until they parted company and headed their separate ways.
"Hey Booth" he heard from the other side of the table and his head shot up to meet a pair of startlingly blue eyes.
"Yeah Bones?" Booth asked, already knowing what was coming.
"This paperwork needs to be finished by tomorrow and I don't plan on doing all of it myself, so I would really appreciate it if you would concentrate please."
"Sure Bones," he said and tossed a small smile in her direction.
She smiled back, letting him know that she wasn't actually mad and once again he was awed at the ease of their non-verbal communication.
"I think the squints are up to something," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
"Hmmm?" she asked, only half listening.
"Nothing, it was nothing," he said quickly, but couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen. He shook his head, ridding himself of the irrational thoughts running through his head. What would Bones think? He glanced once more at his partner, noting how adorable she looked deep in concentration, biting the edge of her pen. He sighed in annoyance and bent his head to work once more on the hated paperwork.
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Brennan walked quickly through the halls of the Jeffersonian towards the office of Angela Montenegro with a few questions about the sketch of their latest victim. She yawned; it had been a late night for her and Booth. They hadn't had that much paperwork, but they always seemed to get sidetracked by something, be it food, debates over elements of their case or just plain friendly conversation. As late as it had been, she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed spending that time with Booth. She neared the door of Angela's office, but stopped short when she caught the words of the conversation taking place between her friend and Cam just inside.
"So Booth finally admitted that he's in love with Brennan?" Cam asked Angela incredulously.
Brennan felt her jaw drop and couldn't stop the dizzy feeling that began to overwhelm her. She made sure she was hidden before focusing on the words she never thought she'd hear in a million years.
"That's right," she heard Angela state confidently. "It slipped out when he was talking to Hodgins the other day and Hodgins couldn't get on the phone to tell me fast enough."
"I don't believe it," said Cam. "I mean, I know that there's a strong emotional attachment between them, but I can't see him admitting it."
Brennan moved closer to the door, still intent on remaining hidden, but needing to hear every word of their discussion. Could Booth really be in love with her? Could he be feeling the way she was?
"Oh he did. But I told Hodgins not to tell Brennan about it."
Brennan scowled at this. How could Angela do that to me? If Booth was in love with her, she should be the first one to find out!
"Why would you do that to your best friend?" Cam asked in a shocked voice.
"Why to protect Booth of course!"
At this Brennan made a noise of surprise. She quickly moved away from the door.
"Did you hear something?" asked Angela.
"No," Cam said with a laugh. "I think you're just hearing things. Hodgin's conspiracy theories are rubbing off on you. What do you mean you did it for Booth?" Cam seemed intent on getting back on topic and Brennan sent her a silent Thank you.
"Well you knowBrennan," said Angela significantly, as if that explained everything. Brennan was on the verge of storming into Angela's office and demanding an explanation.
"No, I don't really," said Cam slowly.
"Well, I mean, Brennan may be head over heels for Booth, but I don't know if she's capable of expressing those feelings. I think if they got together it would go badly since she's not a very open person and I don't think she would ever truly give all of herself to Booth. Lord knows he deserves it."
"Booth is a really great guy, but you're right about Dr. Brennan. She can be aloof and she does tend to throw herself into her work, leaving space for little else in her life. Booth would probably end up taking a backseat to her career."
Did she miss the memo? Was it bash Dr. Temperance Brennan Day? I guess they kind of have a point though, she thought to herself. I wasn't really ever planning on telling Booth about how I feel. But if people think I'm cold and heartless . . . maybe I should. Just to prove to them! I'm capable of loving; I can prioritize. Goodness, if she was with Booth, the problem wouldn't be tearing herself away from her work, it would be forcing herself to get something accomplished instead of spending every waking hour with him. She blushed, she really already did that.
"I know and he deserves someone as passionate as Brennan, but I just can't see her allowing him in. Either that or she'd kick his ass when she found out."
Cam laughed and Brennan felt like she was about to explode.
She'd show them!
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Angela heard Brennan's heels click as she stormed away from her office. A grin spread across her face and she saw the same one mirrored on Cam's. Now it was Hodgins and Zach's turn. She crossed her fingers and sent up a silent prayer that the infamous dynamic duo wouldn't screw up this particular assignment!
Please brighten up my gloomy and abysmal week that is currently abiding under the shadows of midterms and papers (too emo? Sorry) I have to write a poetry midterm tomorrow and so I may not survive to write part two of this story. If I should happen to overcome said midterm, shall I continue? Sorry, too much poetry and Shakespeare can do weird things to your mind.
Thanks Billy!