Angela kept on daring sideways looks at her friend, though none of them lasted very long, since she didn’t want to crash the car.
“Oh, Bren.” She finally said. Brennan woke up from her день dream.
“What?” she сказал(-а) dozily. She still wasn’t entirely there. Angela hated watching her like this, ever through sideways glances.
“Promise me that Ты won’t think about it. You’ll just do it.” She сказал(-а) hopefully.
“I don’t know, Ange…”
“Yes, Ты do. I’m telling Ты that Ты do. Don’t hold back. That would be stupid.”
“I don’t see…”
Angela pulled over suddenly.
“Sweetie, Ты are saying yes.” It was an order. Brennan opened her mouth to speak but Angela stopped her. “No, no arguing. I don’t care if you’re traumatized by your parents leaving, Sully leaving, или Zach going psycho, or… all of the other terrible things that have happened to you. Yes, there are a lot. Except Booth. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you.” She was breaking things down and explaining them really fast. “You are saying yes to Booth, no matter what the question. Because if Ты don’t, it will break his heart. или crush it, whatever. And he has a wonderful heart. Don’t end it all with your selfishness.” Angela was angry now, and she hit the steering wheel, frustrated. It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help it. They were so perfect for each other; they completed each other, really. She calmed down.
“Listen, Sweetie.” She сказал(-а) in a calmer tone. “It won’t happen soon, and it won’t happen to far away. I can guarantee Ты that it won’t happen soon. Look how long it took him to admit his feelings. Just please, for your sake and his, say yes. And act surprised.” She added. Brennan was still quiet. Angela sighed and started the car. “I’ll let Ты run it over in your head, happily… Ты will look вперед to the день he brings that ring out of his pocket, and when that день comes, Ты will Любовь it. And Ты will kiss, make out and have wild, passionate sex. And Ты WILL live happily ever after and Ты WILL Любовь it.”
Brennan watched as Angela started talking to herself and muttering under her breath, speeding up every now and then. Frankly, she was a bit scared of disobeying her. Angela saw Brennan’s expression change.
“Good. I’m glad we worked that one out.” She said. Brennan tried not to think that she was the only one who had spoken. Then Angela hit the steering wheel again. Brennan jumped. “Ok, we are NOT going to work today. I can’t do it. Not until Ты agree to saying yes.” She turned off the road to the lab.
“Really, Angela? This is absurd at best.”
“Ah hah! She speaks! Why is it work that gets Ты to speak? And we’re not going. Not until Ты agree to saying yes.”
Brennan huffed, frowned and crossed her arms, while Angela tried to hide a smug smile.
*
Booth was exhausted. He had only just finished his overnight assignment but he was still at work. He believed that it was one of Hacker’s many ways to torture him. First, he had broken the coffee machine just before announcing that Booth had to work overnight. And then he had paired Booth with a new guy; no offence, but he was just one of those guys that wants to fit in and will agree with every word Ты say, admire you, not tell Ты anything about himself, as he was boring… And Booth didn’t have his gun.
The new guy left, finally, and Booth managed to position himself in his office, facing towards his desk, in the corner, holding a case file… but with his eyes closed.
Sweets came to Booth’s office but fell for his charade.
“Booth?”
Even though by the time he had spoken, very loudly, he realized that Booth had been snoring.
“I don’t want the beagle!” Booth shouted as he jerked awake.
“Do Ты want me to come back later…?” Sweets asked.
Booth wiped his eyes and looked at him. “Sincerely, yes.”
Sweets frowned and turned to leave, though he stopped. “Was it a dog, or…?”
“Just leave, Sweets.” Booth said, reaching for another case file to shade his head; the lights were so bright. “Darn dog…” he muttered as he started to fall asleep again.
“Agent Booth?”
“Damn it, Sweets, can’t Ты see that I’m snoozing here – oh… deputy director Hacker.” Hacker frowned at him. “I’m just – tired – Ты know…. Over time.” Booth could feel his temperature rising; however even though he hadn’t known that he was doing it, he had enjoyed shouting at Hacker.
“Yeah… um, while Ты seem very busy doing… whatever you’re doing, I need to go over a few matters with you.” Booth was to tired to notice that Hacker had gritted his teeth.
*
“Where are we going?” Brennan finally dared to ask.
“I don’t know yet… how about the mall.”
“How about the lab?”
“No.” Angela сказал(-а) firmly. Brennan’s cell rang.
“It’s Cam.” She informed Angela matter-of-factly, but Angela ignored her and bashed on the horn.
“Come on! Keep it moving!” she shouted.
“You know they can’t really hear you… Yes, Cam. I’m sorry, I can’t come into work today. Angela has kidnapped me.” Brennan looked at Angela.
“Oh, I’m in trouble.” She mocked.
Brennan heard a reply after a short pause. “Really? Oh… well, have fun!”
“Wait! What?” Brennan shouted into her cell but Cam had hung up. “I – uh – but –“ Brennan tried to find words. “This is ridiculous, let me go home.” Brennan reached to open the door; yes, it was the middle of a busy road, but there was a traffic jam, so, no harm done, really.
Angela tutted and locked the car’s doors.
“You have got to be kidding me, Angela.”
“Hey, I kid not. We’re going to the mall.”
“No, we’re not.”
“Hey, are Ты driving? We are.”
“But I don’t want to go to the mall. It hot, and there are loads of people…”
“So where would Ты want to go?”
“The lab.”
“I didn’t here that. Come on, Bren. You’re rich. I am, too… thank Ты again, by the way.”
“You can thank me be dropping me off at the lab. Then Ты can go and Магазин by yourself.”
“Not in your dreams. And where’s the fun in shopping by myself. Ты will help, have fun, spend money, talk about boys, doesn’t have to be Booth, we will flirt and we will walk away. And Ты will enjoy it.”
Brennan considered. “I was thinking about buying this book on…”
“And no books!”
Brennan made a face. “Ok, one book per three items of clothing.” She saw that Brennan was getting used to the idea. “Ok, so I turn here…”
“Two Книги per three items of clothing.”
“One book per two.”
“Is there a difference?”
“I don’t care.”
“Ok.” Brennan crossed her arms again.
Angela made it into the parking lot and looked around for a spot. Brennan sulked halfway around the shops, but when they reached the book Магазин her interest peaked.
“Hey, look! It’s me!” she said, modest as ever.
“Yeah…” Angela сказал(-а) unenthusiastically.
They looked at the great cardboard cut out of Brennan with the words ‘bestselling author’ somewhere on the bottom. Brennan smirked as they left; people were starting to make the connection and asking for autographs.
“What?” Angela smiled.
“Oh, nothing… it’s just that Booth would call it ‘big Bones’ или something like that.” Angela watched her, smiling. And then Brennan’s smile faltered. Angela heaved a big sigh.
“Why are Ты doubting, Sweetie. Ты shouldn’t have doubts.”
“I know… that’s what’s making me doubt.”
“I don’t know how that works, but…”
“It’s just… all that Ты сказал(-а) – my parents leaving, my assistant, going… psycho. Sully, leaving.” She sighed. “Everyone I… make a connection with, leaves. I just don’t want that to happen with Booth.”
“Aw… that’s kind of sweet. And honey, Booth won’t leave. He will stay be your side. I can promise Ты that.”
“You can?”
“I can. And, have Ты noticed that Ты haven’t used the marriage-is-an-antiquated¬-ritual-defense once? He changed you. For the better.” Brennan agreed.
Angela gasped. “Ooh, look, nice shoes!” she rushed into the shop. “You’re buying.” She called after her. Brennan looked in the window.
“They are nice shoes.” She muttered.
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“Oh, Bren.” She finally said. Brennan woke up from her день dream.
“What?” she сказал(-а) dozily. She still wasn’t entirely there. Angela hated watching her like this, ever through sideways glances.
“Promise me that Ты won’t think about it. You’ll just do it.” She сказал(-а) hopefully.
“I don’t know, Ange…”
“Yes, Ты do. I’m telling Ты that Ты do. Don’t hold back. That would be stupid.”
“I don’t see…”
Angela pulled over suddenly.
“Sweetie, Ты are saying yes.” It was an order. Brennan opened her mouth to speak but Angela stopped her. “No, no arguing. I don’t care if you’re traumatized by your parents leaving, Sully leaving, или Zach going psycho, or… all of the other terrible things that have happened to you. Yes, there are a lot. Except Booth. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you.” She was breaking things down and explaining them really fast. “You are saying yes to Booth, no matter what the question. Because if Ты don’t, it will break his heart. или crush it, whatever. And he has a wonderful heart. Don’t end it all with your selfishness.” Angela was angry now, and she hit the steering wheel, frustrated. It wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help it. They were so perfect for each other; they completed each other, really. She calmed down.
“Listen, Sweetie.” She сказал(-а) in a calmer tone. “It won’t happen soon, and it won’t happen to far away. I can guarantee Ты that it won’t happen soon. Look how long it took him to admit his feelings. Just please, for your sake and his, say yes. And act surprised.” She added. Brennan was still quiet. Angela sighed and started the car. “I’ll let Ты run it over in your head, happily… Ты will look вперед to the день he brings that ring out of his pocket, and when that день comes, Ты will Любовь it. And Ты will kiss, make out and have wild, passionate sex. And Ты WILL live happily ever after and Ты WILL Любовь it.”
Brennan watched as Angela started talking to herself and muttering under her breath, speeding up every now and then. Frankly, she was a bit scared of disobeying her. Angela saw Brennan’s expression change.
“Good. I’m glad we worked that one out.” She said. Brennan tried not to think that she was the only one who had spoken. Then Angela hit the steering wheel again. Brennan jumped. “Ok, we are NOT going to work today. I can’t do it. Not until Ты agree to saying yes.” She turned off the road to the lab.
“Really, Angela? This is absurd at best.”
“Ah hah! She speaks! Why is it work that gets Ты to speak? And we’re not going. Not until Ты agree to saying yes.”
Brennan huffed, frowned and crossed her arms, while Angela tried to hide a smug smile.
*
Booth was exhausted. He had only just finished his overnight assignment but he was still at work. He believed that it was one of Hacker’s many ways to torture him. First, he had broken the coffee machine just before announcing that Booth had to work overnight. And then he had paired Booth with a new guy; no offence, but he was just one of those guys that wants to fit in and will agree with every word Ты say, admire you, not tell Ты anything about himself, as he was boring… And Booth didn’t have his gun.
The new guy left, finally, and Booth managed to position himself in his office, facing towards his desk, in the corner, holding a case file… but with his eyes closed.
Sweets came to Booth’s office but fell for his charade.
“Booth?”
Even though by the time he had spoken, very loudly, he realized that Booth had been snoring.
“I don’t want the beagle!” Booth shouted as he jerked awake.
“Do Ты want me to come back later…?” Sweets asked.
Booth wiped his eyes and looked at him. “Sincerely, yes.”
Sweets frowned and turned to leave, though he stopped. “Was it a dog, or…?”
“Just leave, Sweets.” Booth said, reaching for another case file to shade his head; the lights were so bright. “Darn dog…” he muttered as he started to fall asleep again.
“Agent Booth?”
“Damn it, Sweets, can’t Ты see that I’m snoozing here – oh… deputy director Hacker.” Hacker frowned at him. “I’m just – tired – Ты know…. Over time.” Booth could feel his temperature rising; however even though he hadn’t known that he was doing it, he had enjoyed shouting at Hacker.
“Yeah… um, while Ты seem very busy doing… whatever you’re doing, I need to go over a few matters with you.” Booth was to tired to notice that Hacker had gritted his teeth.
*
“Where are we going?” Brennan finally dared to ask.
“I don’t know yet… how about the mall.”
“How about the lab?”
“No.” Angela сказал(-а) firmly. Brennan’s cell rang.
“It’s Cam.” She informed Angela matter-of-factly, but Angela ignored her and bashed on the horn.
“Come on! Keep it moving!” she shouted.
“You know they can’t really hear you… Yes, Cam. I’m sorry, I can’t come into work today. Angela has kidnapped me.” Brennan looked at Angela.
“Oh, I’m in trouble.” She mocked.
Brennan heard a reply after a short pause. “Really? Oh… well, have fun!”
“Wait! What?” Brennan shouted into her cell but Cam had hung up. “I – uh – but –“ Brennan tried to find words. “This is ridiculous, let me go home.” Brennan reached to open the door; yes, it was the middle of a busy road, but there was a traffic jam, so, no harm done, really.
Angela tutted and locked the car’s doors.
“You have got to be kidding me, Angela.”
“Hey, I kid not. We’re going to the mall.”
“No, we’re not.”
“Hey, are Ты driving? We are.”
“But I don’t want to go to the mall. It hot, and there are loads of people…”
“So where would Ты want to go?”
“The lab.”
“I didn’t here that. Come on, Bren. You’re rich. I am, too… thank Ты again, by the way.”
“You can thank me be dropping me off at the lab. Then Ты can go and Магазин by yourself.”
“Not in your dreams. And where’s the fun in shopping by myself. Ты will help, have fun, spend money, talk about boys, doesn’t have to be Booth, we will flirt and we will walk away. And Ты will enjoy it.”
Brennan considered. “I was thinking about buying this book on…”
“And no books!”
Brennan made a face. “Ok, one book per three items of clothing.” She saw that Brennan was getting used to the idea. “Ok, so I turn here…”
“Two Книги per three items of clothing.”
“One book per two.”
“Is there a difference?”
“I don’t care.”
“Ok.” Brennan crossed her arms again.
Angela made it into the parking lot and looked around for a spot. Brennan sulked halfway around the shops, but when they reached the book Магазин her interest peaked.
“Hey, look! It’s me!” she said, modest as ever.
“Yeah…” Angela сказал(-а) unenthusiastically.
They looked at the great cardboard cut out of Brennan with the words ‘bestselling author’ somewhere on the bottom. Brennan smirked as they left; people were starting to make the connection and asking for autographs.
“What?” Angela smiled.
“Oh, nothing… it’s just that Booth would call it ‘big Bones’ или something like that.” Angela watched her, smiling. And then Brennan’s smile faltered. Angela heaved a big sigh.
“Why are Ты doubting, Sweetie. Ты shouldn’t have doubts.”
“I know… that’s what’s making me doubt.”
“I don’t know how that works, but…”
“It’s just… all that Ты сказал(-а) – my parents leaving, my assistant, going… psycho. Sully, leaving.” She sighed. “Everyone I… make a connection with, leaves. I just don’t want that to happen with Booth.”
“Aw… that’s kind of sweet. And honey, Booth won’t leave. He will stay be your side. I can promise Ты that.”
“You can?”
“I can. And, have Ты noticed that Ты haven’t used the marriage-is-an-antiquated¬-ritual-defense once? He changed you. For the better.” Brennan agreed.
Angela gasped. “Ooh, look, nice shoes!” she rushed into the shop. “You’re buying.” She called after her. Brennan looked in the window.
“They are nice shoes.” She muttered.
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Still not finished! lol
