Bones: Fic - I Need You So Much Closer
Booth had complained about it when it happened, claiming that it had taken up too much of her time. She’d barely been serious about the idea when it was first presented, then suddenly it was consuming her weekends with flights and hotels and calls from the publisher and meetings with her publicist.
Brennan remained unmoved by his whining and pouting. They solved their cases in a timely manner; her neatly wrapping up the evidence and him hauling the bad guy away. If she excused herself from drinks at Wong Foo’s to go collapse into bed for a few hours, then it was simply a consequence of her own demanding lifestyle.
He worried about her, and, to hide his worry, he teased her. The more he worried, the more he teased. Soon, he was stretching for material, asking her if all her time in the studio made her long for a career as a pop star.
Booth knew he’d gone too far when he’d stopped in to ask if she had time for dinner before her plane took off, and Angela told him she’d left that morning instead.
“I think she’s a little sick of the Cyndi Lauper impersonation, Booth.”
So, he smiled and charmed his way back in, begging forgiveness over coffee. Then again over Thai. And again over macaroni (her way of saying ‘I’m sorry, too’).
It didn’t make this project less annoying, though.
Still, when he crammed himself into his coach-class middle seat on a cross-country flight, on his way to a place where she was not, it was nice to take her with him, in a way. To pull out his iPod and find Temperance Brennan, and then settle in to listen to her voice read her words (that were so about him) as he traveled across the miles.
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Summer Series #3