The ABC's of Booth and Brennan (a collection of shots by beaglelvr) -various. Posted by beagle on 25/11/2007.

Posted 25/11/2007 05:39:28 PM by beaglelvr93

A is for Abandonment

Hey all! I've been looking for a list of words to write some shots with, and I've decided... You guys come up with them! I'm starting with 'A is for Abandonment', and have A-D written so far. I'll post them, but need some ideas for E.

These are going to be shots, each having to do with a letter of the alphabet. Some will be fluffy, some funny, some angsty, some AU. Enjoy!
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She sat huddled in the corner of the dark kitchen, whimpering pitifully to herself. The 15 year old Temperance Brennan had tried to be strong, and had succeded for about three days.

They were gone. They weren't coming back.

Clutching her knees to her chest, she cried harder, the tears streaming down her face like a small, salty waterfall. In the midst of her misery, she heard voices on the front porch.

“I know that Max and Ruth left a few days ago. I think Tempe is still in there. Can you check it out, officer?” Brennan bit back a sob, trying to recognize the voices.

“I'll see if anyone is home, Ma'am. Thank you for calling me out.” That voice was unfarimmilar to Tempe.

“Thank you, officer.” Her neighbor. The Westlings, who lived across from them. She knew that voice. Tempe listened as Mrs. Westling walked back down the steps, and there was the sound of someone jiggling the doorknob. Her ears perked up and she shrank further back against the cabinet she was curled against, as the sounds of mild cursing and a door banging open reached her ears.

“Temperance Brennan? Is anyone home?” A male voice called. Somehow it made Tempe cry harder.

The footsteps neared the kitchen, and then the form of an adult man appeared in the doorway. Tempe let out an involuntary whimper of fear, and pressed herself further into her corner.

“Hey there.” The man said, his voice soothing as he crouched down to her level, even though he was still all the way across the spacious kitchen. He seemed to know that she needed her space. “Are you alright?”

“Not really.” Tempe responded, cursing herself when she heard her voice waver.

“Where are your parents? Are you here all alone?” The man asked, scooting over to her, and leaning against the cabinet about five feet away from her.

Brennan's lower lip trembled at the mention of her parents, and she let out a soft sob. The man scooted a bit closer to her, and surprisingly, she let him.

“Let's start with names. I'm Seeley Booth, a police officer. Your neighbor was worried about you.”

“Tempe Brennan. My parents left.” She mumbled, her arms wrapped around herself. Booth let out a breath and rubbed his hands up and down his arms.

“Nice to meet you, Tempe. Man, it's cold in here. You must be freezing.” Booth commented, gesturing at her t-shirt and jeans. She nodded.

“I'm not going to hurt you, Tempe, I'm just here to help. Come here, I'll give you my jacket.” Booth took off his jacket, and Tempe scooted close enough to allow him to wrap the jacket around her. Before she could object, he pulled her into his arms, and rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to stimulate warmth.

“Jeez! You're skin and bones!” Booth exclaimed, hugging Tempe's trembling body closer to his. “Don't you know that you have to turn on the heat if you want it to be warm?” Booth asked teasingly.

“Yes, I'm not stupid, Mr. Booth. I-...I just haven't... well, I haven't left the kitchen. I keep thinking they are going to come back. But something else tells me they are gone for good.” She murmured, burying her face in his shirt.

“Call me Booth. I'm sure they had a good reason for leaving. They still love you, you know that?” Booth soothed. Tempe sighed.

“I'm just the type of person who doesn't get to be in a family anymore.”

“Hey, Bones, there's more than one type of family.”

“What did you call me?!” Tempe asked incredulously.

“Bones. 'Cuz you're skin and bones... get it? Listen, Temperance. Let's get you out of here, get some food into you, and then we can decide what we'll do about your family, ok?”

“But-” She argued weakly.

“No buts. I'm not leaving you here, alone.” Reluctantly, she agreed.

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An hour later, both Booth and Brennan were sitting in a booth at a nearby diner, chowing down on grilled cheese sandwiches.

“So, what music do you listen to?” Booth asked.

“I like Forienger.” Booth grinned.

“Hot Blooded? Hey!” He exclaimed as she reached over and stole one of his fries.

“I love Hot Blooded.” She replied, popping the fry into her mouth.

The barman came over to their table, mop in hand. “Hey Booth, sorry man, I've gotta close up.”

“That's alright, Sid. We're on our way out.” Throwing a couple bills on the table, they headed out of the diner.

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They pulled up outside an apartment building, and Booth got out. Brennan stayed put, fingering the zipper on her small duffel bag.

“You coming, Bones?” He seemed to read the look on her face though, because he added. “It's here or the foster home. And I don't think the foster home has marshmallows.” Sighing, Tempe followed him up the stairs to a small flat. Opening the door, Booth walked in and threw his jacket onto the back of the couch, heading for the kitchen. “Make yourself at home.”

She walked over to the couch and sunk down on it, all of a sudden exhausted.

Booth walked out of the kitchen minutes later to find Tempe sound asleep on his couch. Grabbing the blanket that was on the back of the couch, he draped it over her and tucked her in.

“Thanks Dad.” She murmured sleepily.

Booth smiled sadly, and then picked up the phone. He had a favor to call in.

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Brennan woke up to the smell of pancakes. Opening one eye, she looked around. She was in a strange apartment... Panic gripped her until she heard Booth's voice, then it all came crashing back.

“Glad to see you're awake, Bones.” He said, setting a plate of pancakes and syrup down on the counter. “Come and get it.”

Brennan got up and slouched over to the counter, plopping down heavily on one of the barstools. She shoved a bite of pancake in her mouth, and her eyes lit up. Greedily devouring the rest, she sat back with a sigh once her plate was clean. Booth chuckled at her behavior.

“I don't think I've even seen Parker eat that fast.” He commented.

“Parker?” Brennan asked, reaching for seconds.

“My son. He's five.” They lapsed into silence as Brennan finished her second round of pancakes.

“Listen, Bones. I called in a favor last night, and I found out that you have a grandfather. He's willing to take you in until your parents show up. Is that ok?”

Tempe nodded dully. “Thank you, Booth.” She said softly.

“It's the least I could do. You really think I would leave you in the house alone?”

“No, it's just nice to know that someone still cares.”

“Anything for you, Bones.”

Posted 25/11/2007 05:40:32 PM by beaglelvr93

B is for Beliefs

Thank you to freelancer starbuck for the word!

I don't think I explained myself enough in the last chap. Lots of people were confused by the age differences. Tempe was younger, and Booth was a cop. In other words, major AU. I don't know how the rest of these will turn out, we'll have to see where the 'word' takes me.

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“Jesus is not a zombie.” Booth said firmly, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he attempted to maneuver through rush hour traffic.

“He rose from the dead three days after being crucified, I think that counts as being a zombie. Zombie, by definition,--” Brennan started, only to be cut off by her partner.

“Don't definitionize me, Bones. Jesus is not a zombie, and it's fine if you don't believe, but just don't insult me!” Booth growled, his fingers tapping wildly on the steering wheel.

“Definitionize? I don't know what that means.” Brennan replied, her eyebrows together and her bottom lip between her teeth in confusion. Booth sighed and took off his sunglasses, glancing over at her.

“It means you are getting squinty--”

“Booth! Eyes on the road!” Brennan shrieked as they swerved dangerously.

“Shit!” He barked, the tires screeching wildly as they spun in a complete U to avoid the oncoming car. The SUV jerked to a halt and the partners sat there, both panting.

“Wow, that was a close--”

SLAM!

They were hit from the side, and head on. Brennan was thrown towards Booth from the impact, but the seatbelt jerked her back into her seat. The windshield shattered. Time seemed to stop, and the last thing Brennan remembered before she blacked out was Booth's eyes, locked with hers, terrified and filled with pain and love.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but it must have been mere minutes because when she woke, she was still in the car. Coughing from the smoke that was now billowing from the hood, she flipped her head to the left, and her heart caught in her throat. Booth was unconscious, his head bleeding from a cut. She had to get them out of there.

Straining her arm, she tried to reach one of the glass shards from the windshield. Her arm was too short, so she gave a jerk. Screaming when she felt her shoulder dislocate, Brennan grabbed the glass and sliced through her seatbelt. Dragging herself to Booth's seat, she did the same for him. Once he was free, she tried to open the door.

Of course, it was stuck.

She somehow got her leg up and kicked at the door. To her surprise, she felt it budge. A few more well placed whacks, and the door opened up. Clinging to Booth, she dragged the two of them out and onto the pavement. By now, the three car pile up had attracted some attention, and someone had called an ambulance. She heard the sirens, but that's not what she cared about.

Once they were about ten feet away from the car, and after brushing off help from the many worried bystanders, Brennan held Booth in her arms. His head lolled back on her shoulder, and she buried her face in his neck.

“God, if you are in fact real, please save this man.” She prayed, rocking him back and forth, crying into his neck. “Please save him. Please, God, and I didn't mean it. Jesus isn't a zombie.”

“Glad you see it my way, Bones.” Her head snapped up at his weak voice.

“Oh God, Booth.” She hugged him tighter to her. “I thought you were--”

“Shhh. It's ok Bones.” He tried to sooth her. “I'm fine, I think.”

“You think? Where does it hurt?” Brennan asked worriedly.

“Well, my whole body hurts. Want to kiss me and make it all better?” He asked, his charm still firmly intact as he grinned up at her.

“Oh, fine. But just for the record, your ego doesn't need any more--” She started.

“Just shut up and kiss m--” He was cut off by her lips on his. Struggling against holding his weight in a sitting position, Brennan slowly sank down so that they were both lying on the ground, tangled together. A throat clearing made them break apart, panting.

A tall, black, female paramedic was standing next to them, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Are you two done, or are we gonna have to take you in like that?” She asked, arms crossed.

“No, ma'am, I think we're good.” Booth said with a grin.

“Sir, you have a large cut on your head. I am taking you to that hospital whether you like it or not.”

“But--”

“No buts. Get in that ambulance, now.” The paramedic commanded, her voice forced calm.

Booth and Brennan gulped.

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They were sitting side by side in the ambulance, heads hung low guiltily.

“What on earth inspired you to start a pile up?” The paramedic asked, bandaging the cut on Booth's head.

“I didn't mean to.” Booth mumbled, feeling like he was in the principals office.

“Hmmm.” She responded. “All done. Now--” She started, pointing accusingly at both Booth and Brennan. “You two are going to cooperate. When we get to the hospital, both of you are going for x-rays, and you--” She pointed at Booth, “Are going for a CAT scan for that bump on your head. We're not taking any chances here, even a minor head injury can do damage. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma'am.” Booth and Brennan replied, nodding like guilty children.

“Good. If I hear that you are causing ANY trouble, I will personally come down to X-ray.”

The ambulance arrived and Booth and Brennan got out, heading for x-rays.

“What does she think we're gonna do, Bones? Blow up the place?” Booth asked, his arm slung around Brennan's waist. She shrugged and leaned into him, the events of the day catching up with her. Booth wasn't looking where he was walking, and as a result ran into a young, blond, male intern who was carrying a large box of surgical instruments. They all went down with a loud crash, various metal pointy things flying in every direction.

Booth, who still had his arm around Brennan's waist, hauled her to her feet. Bending down, he held out his hand to the intern he had knocked over.

“Sorry about that.” Booth said, helping him up.

“That's ok. I couldn't really see over the box anyway. Can you help me pick these up?” The intern asked. Both Booth and Brennan nodded, stooping to pick up the instruments. Once they were all back in the box, they went their separate ways.

“Well, maybe we COULD blow the place up.” Brennan said with a smirk. Booth rolled his eyes and tugged her closer to him.

“Only us Bones, only us.”

Posted 25/11/2007 05:41:35 PM by beaglelvr93

C is for Cold

I'm impressed with the reviews on this! Keep it up guys! Sorry, no shout out this time. I ended up coming up with the word. The ones below are the ones you guys came up with. Great work! (think 'D')

Some other 'C' words : commitment, comfort, cold, clowns, curiosity, cozy, Christmas, crash, captive, captivity, couples' therapy, candy, cupcake, celebration, call, coffee, cadaver, Cam, coat, car, cell phone, casino, Cat and Mouse, cravings, clumsy, cranberry sauce.

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Normally when one wakes, they are cocooned in a warm, fuzzy bundle of lovely sleepiness, wrapped snuggly in their quilt, or if they are lucky, the arms of a lover. Some even have a large, fluffy St. Bernard or something of the like to snuggle up with.

Temperance Brennan had none of this. She was jolted to consciousness quite rudely on that fateful, chilly Thursday morning. Opening one eye, she glanced around, hoping to discover the source of the cold draft that was buffeting her bare arms. She discovered it, directly above her.

The celling fan was rotating lazily, round and round and round. Groaning, she uncurled from her position on her side and rolled onto her back. Fully opening both eyes, she looked down. Now where the heck was that afore mentioned cocoon of warmth? She looked over the edge of the bed. Her quilt was on the floor. She must have kicked it off in her sleep. As to why the fan was on...

It had a mind of it's own. She refused to use the word 'haunted', as she didn't believe in ghosts, but when ever she needed the fan on it would simply start of it's own accord at the desired speed. This is what caused her to shoot it a nasty glare. Why was it all of a sudden uncooperative? Glancing at her cell phone on her night table for the time, she scrambled quickly out of bed and headed for the shower. She was already ½ an hour late. Thank you, fan, for the wake up call.

Turning on the water and jumping in the shower, Brennan did a little dance as the cold water chilled her though. After waiting a couple of minutes for it to warm up and only receiving frigid liquid, she soaped and rinsed faster than she ever thought possible. Shutting off the water, she hopped out and wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel, where shivered violently for a few moments before toweling off. Walking to the counter, she picked up the blow dryer, raised it above her head, and clicked 'high'. Nothing happened.

Growling, she smacked it a few times with the heel of her hand. Clicked again. Nothing happed. Clicked light switch. Nothing happened. Dam, power's out.

Running a brush through her wet, cold hair, she hurriedly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. On her way to the kitchen, she grabbed the sweatshirt that was on the couch and pulled it over her head. A bit warmer, but not much. Reaching the kitchen, she realized that hot coffee wasn't possible with the power out, and settled for cold orange juice.

Grabbing her keys, she was almost out the door before she remembered her phone. Running into her bedroom, she snatched it off her night table and headed out again, sending a small wave to the now motionless fan. She made a note to dust it later for it's kindness as alarm clock.

In the car, sans hearer of course, Brennan shivered all the way to work. Upon arriving, she headed strait for the janitor.

Ten minutes later, she ambled into her office dejected and no warmer than before.

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Was it just her? Was she the only one that was FREEZING? Brennan sat in her office, curled up on her couch, shivering. A blanket, sweatshirt and cup of hot coffee had done nothing to warm her vibrating nerves.

Cursing ice cubes, Klondikes and Antarctica, Brennan tugged the blanket tighter around herself and muttered threats to the janitor who had refused to up the heat in her office. He had made up some excuse about 'zoned heating' and explained that if he wanted to heat her office, he'd have to heat the whole floor. She had just restrained herself from shouting, “Who gives a dam about the rest of the floor? I'm freezing my ass off!”

The ringing of her cell phone and the sound of Booth's ring tone brought her out of her cold-induced coma. Hot Blooded was playing from the phone's speakers. Grumbling about how 'Hot Blooded' was the last thing she was, she answered the phone.

“Bones speaking.”

“Since when do you answer the phone as 'Bones', Bones?” Came Booth's cheery voice.

“Since you programmed my phone to play Hot Blooded every time you call.” She replied, her teeth chattering slightly.

“You were looking over some bones, I was bored. Hey, listen, I've got a body coming in for you. I'll be there in about ten minutes, ok?” Booth explained.

“Mmhmm. New case?”

“You bet. See ya in a few.” He said, and was just about to snap the phone shut when she asked,

“Are you cold?”

“Cold?” He asked, confused.

“Yes, that's what I just said. Is it cold at the Hoover?”

“Uh, no...? Why?” Booth asked, still confused.

“Nothing, bye.” Booth stared at the phone. She hung up on me!

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Booth strolled into the lab, clad in a t-shirt and jeans. He loved 'Casual Thursdays'. It gave everyone an excuse to get rid of those suits. Whistling happily, he tapped the file folder against his leg as he hopped up the steps to the platform. Glancing around, he saw Hodgins studying some dirt at his station, Zack looking at a body, and Brennan and Angela talking off to the side, sitting in rolling office chairs that looked like they had just been nabbed from some poor, unsuspecting cubicle worker. Angela was swinging back and forth happily chatting away. Brennan was curled in the chair, snuggled up in a large sweatshirt. With a jolt, Booth realized that it was his.

“Hey Bones, Ange. Nice sweatshirt, Bones.” He teased with a grin. She glanced down at it, taking in the FBI written across the front.

She shrugged. “I'm cold. It was on my couch.” Angela had her fist stuffed in her mouth, barely containing a squeal.

“And how did it end up there, Brennan? Something you aren't sharing?” Brennan shot her a glare.

“Booth comes over to my place to work on cases. I go to his. There's nothing going on. Where's my body?” Brennan asked in quick succession, turning to Booth and shivering slightly. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold or his intense stare.

“Right here, Bones.” Booth said with a smirk, not breaking her gaze. He raised two fingers to his lips and letting out a shrill whistle. On cue, three men came around the corner carrying a body on a stretcher. “Bring it on up, boys!” The men brought the stretcher up and put it on the exam table, drawing Zack and Jack like moths to a flame.

Jack peeled back the tarp that covered the bones, and Brennan uncurled from her chair to hover over them. Almost as soon as she looked at the bones, she raised her eyes, finding Zack's just as shocked and full of pain as hers. Looking back, she asked him.

“Is this real? Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” Zack nodded sadly, closing his eyes briefly, putting his heart in that box.

“What is it, Bones?” Booth asked curiously, moving so that he was behind her, peering over her shoulder. She leaned back into him for support.

While Booth saw a pile of Bones, Brennan immediately saw the pain. This person, girl to be exact, had been tortured. Horribly, horribly tortured. She now felt the cold seep into her soul. Laying her head back on his shoulder, she looked him in the eye sadly. “Do you know what drawing and quartering is?” Booth's eyes widened. “This girl was drawn and quartered.” Glancing at the bug guy, she asked. “Hodgins, TOD?”

Squinting at the body, he picked up a small bug. “This little baby tells all. About a year ago.” Hodgins placed it in a jar for further examination.

“Zack...”

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It was their quickest case ever. An hour later, their suspect was in interrogation. An hour after that they had a confession to a witch obsession and murder. The rest of the squints had gone home, but Brennan sat shivering in a chair, staring at the bones of the poor girl who was accused of witch craft.

“I thought you went home.” Booth said softly, coming up the steps behind her. He pulled a chair next to her and watched the emotions play across her face.

“How could someone do that?” She said weakly, her voice soft. Booth leaned over and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I don't know, Bones. But we got him.” Sniffing, she turned into his arms and let herself fall into his embrace.

“Shhh.” He soothed, cradling her in his lap. “It's ok, Bones. I'm here.” He stayed that way until she calmed down, and fell asleep.

And for the first time all day, she felt warm.

Posted 25/11/2007 06:58:07 PM by RollOnFriday

great idea beagle =]

i like how in A Booth took her back to his apartment and looked after her instead of putting her in a foster home, and how he still called her Bones =]

I like that in B she apologizes to God for calling Jesus a zombie and how the paramedic was talking to them like a pair of naughty children XD

I love in C how she was cold throughout the story and how you made her internally cold at the thought of the girl being tortured and how she felt warm when Booth was comforting her

I'm sure D will be just as good as these wonderful shots =]

An idea for E? ummm... eternity? everlasting? << kinda the same word lol

keep up the good work!! =] (please)

Posted 25/11/2007 08:20:59 PM by bones206

E could be ever-after? envy? electric? I like envy though.

Posted 25/11/2007 10:24:32 PM by fanofbones

fabulous idea beagle...loved them all so far...

e - envious
f - fuzzy
g - goosebumps
h - hummus
i - intercourse

how are those?

fab

Posted 26/11/2007 04:10:31 AM by saraluvzbonz

I vote E for Energy. She seems to be able to work without ever taking any downtime.

And the A-D are good. Thanks for the fun. :-)

Posted 26/11/2007 05:49:07 PM by bones206

E for Eyes!

Posted 27/11/2007 01:34:30 AM by DBAngelfan

wow I love these

Posted 29/11/2007 07:56:17 PM by piratesmiley

Ahhh! I love this sweetie! I thought of another E: entangled.

Posted 02/12/2007 00:10:48 AM by miller0259

eccentric, erratic, evolution, ecstatic, evolved, erroneous, elated, exclusive, empathy

Posted 02/12/2007 00:18:35 AM by miller0259

friend, foxy, filandering, flailing, frowning, folly, fresh, fantastic, fear, fail, forget, fumble, fight

Posted 02/12/2007 03:02:30 PM by beaglelvr93

D is for Dreams

Jazlover37 and Jenniedvm both suggested 'dreams', thank you!

Some other 'D' words: Discombobulate, Drugs, Dumb, Delight, Draw, Done, Door, Double, Dung, Dunce, Dork, Dab, Drink, Drag, Dead, Dream, Dark, Dance, Draw, Dry, Drain, Devotion, Drama, Drought, Doubt, Delusion, Danger, Duh, Distracted, Denial, Detail, Defense, Dragon, Dog, Duct tape...

I own nothing.

BTW, this is also up on FF dot net. E is going to be Eggnog in an Elevator, I'm about half way through writing it. Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

I'm thinking of doing more than one for 'F'. There are so many I want to do... Fourth of July, Family, Fire... I'll have to narrow it down some more. I love all of the word suggestions!

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“Good morning, Dr. Brennan, Agent Booth.” Dr. Sweets said cheerily, watching as the pair slumped into the room and plopped down on the couch beside one another, both rubbing their eyes sleepily. “Sleep well?”

Booth snorted as Brennan rolled her eyes. “I'll take that as a no.” Sweets said, making a note on his clipboard.

“So Bones, what time did you actually go home last night?” Booth asked with a yawn.

“Umm...” She started, avoiding his eyes.

“Bones! I told you to go home at ten! Please tell me it wasn't much later than that.”

“Well... I went home at eleven, but didn't get to sleep until about two...” Sighing, Brennan looked up at him meaningfully before saying quietly. “You know what today is. It took me an hour to convince myself to cross the parking garage.” Booth's eyes widened.

“Oh god.” He said, turning so that he was facing her completely, “I'm sorry, Bones, I didn't realize-”

“I assume that you are referring to the incident that occurred two years ago, with a serial killer called...” Sweets consulted his notes and then looked up at them, “The Gravedigger”

Both Booth and Brennan glanced quickly at each other.

“Yes. Booth replied, sitting up straiter, his stance protective.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sweets asked.

“No. The dreams are enough.” Brennan muttered, staring at her hands.

“You still have nightmares of this event, years later?” Sweets questioned, glancing back and forth between the partners. When they both kept their eyes averted and their mouths shut, sweets added incredulously, “Both of you? But why, Agent Booth? You weren't in that car.”

“Exactly.” He growled. “I was out here and there was nothing I could do. We were almost too late.” The pain was clear on his face.

“How often do you have these dreams?”

“This one specifically?” Brennan asked, looking at Sweets.

“There are different ones? More than this?” They both nodded, and Brennan started listing.

“Kenton, Gravedigger, Icepick and Gallagher, Lappin,” She gulped, and Booth shifted closer to her, lending his support. “My mother's case, my father and brother, the widow's son and Gormagon, El Salvador, Guatemala...” She looked up at Booth. “And for you, the case with the man in the SUV...” She trailed off. Sweets had his mouth hanging open.

“How many cases have you two worked together?” He asked, scribbling furiously.

“Fifty-six.” The partners answered immediately.

“And how many have you solved.”

“Fifty-four. The gravedigger and Gorgonzola are still out there.” Booth responded.

“Gormagon.” Brennan said, punching him in the arm.

“Hmm. I'd like to do a sleep study on the two of you. It's not healthy to have these memories haunting you all the time. Hopefully with the sleep study, we can find something that will help to stop these dreams.”

“What does a sleep study involve?” Booth asked nervously.

“You wear leads to monitor heart rate and breathing.” Brennan explained.

“How about tonight? Great. I'll go get it arranged.” With that he walked out of the room, leaving the partners to stare at each other.

“Did we just agree to that?” Booth asked. Brennan shrugged in response.

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“We could just not show up.” Booth suggested. They were sitting on the couch in her office, eating takeout.

“I don't think that will work. They know where to find us.” Brennan replied, reaching over and nabbing one of his fries.

“Hey! Get your own!” He slapped at her hand teasingly. “I could tell Sweets that we have a case. He can't take us off an official investigation.” Booth suggested.

“That might work.”

“I'll call him right now and tell him. It's-” He leaned over Brennan to glance at the clock on her desk. “8:00. There's no way that he can come up with an excuse to get us in there now.” Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.

“Sweets”

“Hey, it's Booth. Listen, Bones and I can't make it to the sleep thing tonight, we have a case.”

“Oh, alright Agent Booth. We'll just have to reschedule then. Goodnight.” He hung up as Booth punched the air triumphantly, grinning madly.

“It worked, Bones!” Booth exclaimed, pulling her off the couch and into an excited hug. “Ha! The kid never knew what hit him!” She chuckled against his neck.

But there excitement was short lived. The hug and moment were shattered when Booth's phone rang. He picked it up, and Brennan listened to his half of the conversation.

“Booth. Yes, sir. I will. Yes she is. Alright, bye.” He hung up, all happiness gone. “That was Cullen. He wants to see us immediately.”

“Uh oh.” Brennan muttered, grabbing her coat and following Booth out the door.

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When they walked in, Cullen was sitting behind his desk with a stern expression on his face. Sweets was leaning against the wall, a smile on his face that could only e described as 'victorious'.

“Sit.” Cullen ordered. They obeyed, each taking one of the uncomfortable chairs in front of the desk. Somehow it felt like they were in deep, deep trouble.

“What is this new case you are working on?” Cullen asked.

“Case? Ohhhh, THAT case.” Booth laughed nervously, glancing at Brennan. “Well, I was just helping Bones with something, and-” He stopped at the amused look on Cullen's face.

“You were always a horrible liar, Booth. What's the problem with a sleep monitor?”

“It's not going to prove anything!” Brennan said angrily. “Why do we even have to continue seeing a shrink? We're fine. We still solve cases and-

“It is mandatory, Dr. Brennan. There will be no more arguments on the subject. Please go downstairs with Dr. Sweets, both of you. If I hear ONE complaint from ANYONE, you will answer to me personally. Capash?”

They nodded and stood up to leave, hands shoved in their pockets as they trudged after Sweets.

“You know, Agent Booth, you don't have to make such a big deal out of this. All I'm asking you to do is sleep.” Sweets said as they arrived downstairs and stood in front of two doors. “Dr. Brennan, the left please, Agent Booth, right. Someone will be in shortly to explain everything.” Sweets left somewhat abruptly, leaving them standing there.

“Well, goodnight Bones.” Booth leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips, something they had just recently started as a joke. After their 'episode' with the mistletoe at Christmas, Booth had taken to kissing her at unexpected times. She murmured a goodnight as he went into his room. It had a TV, queen bed, nightstand and a couple of movies. He noticed the door leading to Bones' room, and walked over to open it. Just as his hand reached the doorknob, the main door to his room opened and someone in a lab coat walked in. Booth jumped away from the door, and started at the new comer.

Great, another squint... he thought.

“Agent Booth?” The young man asked. “I'm Dr. Calvin.”

“What can I do for you?” Booth asked, crossing his arms.

“Take off your shirt so that I can attach the leads.” Watching the Doc closely, Booth tugged his shirt over his head and pulled off his wife beater. Dr. Calvin came up to him with a complicated looking device with lots of wires.

“I'm supposed to sleep with THAT on?” He asked incredulously.

“It's not bad. You won't even notice it.” Booth huffed while the Doctor placed the leads on his chest. He yelped as the first one hit his skin.

“That's cold!”

“It'll warm up. All set.”

“You gonna do the same thing to Bones too?” Booth asked, a protective glint in his eye.

“It's already taken care of. Good night, Agent.” He left, leaving a shivering Booth standing in the middle of the room. Pulling his shirt back on, careful of the wires, Booth sat back on the bed with a sigh. After a few moments of bordom, he went over and tried the door to his partner's room. It was locked. Now what?

He lay down on the bed and flung an arm over his eyes, sighing again.

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In the next room, Brennan also had leads put on her and was sitting, back against the headboard and her knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes darted around the room as she shivered slightly. TV, lamp, small bed. A few books and movies. Then she spotted the camera in the corner of the ceiling. She froze. They were watching her! Outraged, she grabbed her pillow case and fitted it over the camera. Satisfied with her work, she went back to the bed, lay down and tried to sleep.

Only to wake up ten minutes later, a muffled scream on her lips and drenched in sweat. Panting from the nightmare, she ran over to the door, attempting to go into Booth's room. The door was locked. Pulling a paper clip out of her pocket, she softly picked the lock. Hearing the lock click as the door swung open, she let out a yelp of triumph.

“Bones?” Squinting through the dark, she tied to locate her partner.

“Where are you?” She asked, stumbling forward, arms out stretched. Her hands were grabbed by his as he lead her over to the bed. Booth lay on his back, and Brennan crawled under the covers next to him and curled into his side, shivering.

“You alright, Bones?” Booth asked soothingly, rubbing her back soothingly. His motions were hindered by the leads on her back, and he just resisted the urge to pull them off her. He restrained because he knew they would have to do this again if it wasn't done properly.

“I was back in the warehouse. You didn't show up this time.” She whimpered.

“Shhh... Come here.” He pulled her fully into his arms, draping a leg over her to tug her closer to his body. “I'm here, it's all over.”

They fell asleep in each other's arms, for one rid of the nightmares.

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In a small room, Dr. Sweets, Dr. Calvin and Cullen monitored the partners.

“It's amazing. As soon as she was in his arms, her heart rate slowed right down, and their breathing synchronized. You could tell before when she was having a nightmare, her breathing would spike. Now, they are both sleeping normally. Dr. Sweets, how can you explain this?” Dr. Calvin asked, amazed.

“They complete each other. There will be no more need for the sessions, Mr. Cullen. I have faith that there will be no more nightmares for these two, as long as they sleep together.”

“You are telling me to FORCE my best Agent to sleep with his partner?!” Cullen asked. At the Doc's approving nod, he ran a hand over his face. “What has happened to the world?”

Posted 02/12/2007 03:24:39 PM by bones206

It was perfect, I can totally imagine this happening in the show!

Posted 02/12/2007 05:14:03 PM by mereva

“You are telling me to FORCE my best Agent to sleep with his partner?!” Cullen asked. At the Doc's approving nod, he ran a hand over his face. “What has happened to the world?”

Excellent! I laughed SO hard! Great, just great! I'd love to see the scene in a later episode... Then Sweets would become The Second Saint BB Shippers' Patron (Caroline is the first one ).

Posted 02/12/2007 07:43:54 PM by beaglelvr93

OH MY GOD! Mereva, where did you get that avie? Did they really go at it like that? Hehe. Now I have to go watch the kiss agian...

Thanks for reading!

Posted 02/12/2007 09:07:11 PM by Glug Glug Woohoo

beaglelvr, go to the bones main page on the fox website and it is the most current video up there. That was the real kiss, they should've put the real one in the epi but who knows why they put the crappy one in the episode. Granted it was cool but after seeing what DB and ED really did, I'm starting to think that the kiss stunk.

Posted 02/12/2007 09:35:30 PM by fanofbones

OMG that was awesome and so sweet...
I'm really starting to like Sweets..
too bad we don't see more of Cullen too..
that was perfect as always
can't wait for more

fab

Posted 03/12/2007 00:47:29 AM by DBAngelfan

lol at that ending more soon!

Posted 03/12/2007 04:40:51 AM by saraluvzbonz

I don't know where you came up with ending for that, but it's pure brilliance.

Posted 03/12/2007 12:11:08 AM by mereva

OH MY GOD! Mereva, where did you get that avie?

I wanted a b-roll kiss avie but nobody seemd to make one , so I made it myself... Hence the "quality" or rather the less of!

Did they really go at it like that? Hehe...

Yeah, but unfeotunately NOT in the episode...

And you're soooo right: they'll be ok as long as they sleep together!

Posted 03/12/2007 03:11:58 PM by RollOnFriday

HAHA!! brilliant!! =D

oh and Eggnog in the Elevator... genius!!

=]

Posted 06/12/2007 08:16:58 PM by beaglelvr93

E is for Eggnog in an Elevator

Thank you to piratesmileynoelle1322, andLaby Anne Boleyn for suggesting eggnog and elevator!

E is also for : eccentric, elaborate, elicit, erroneous, erratic, eclectic, excessive, exact, established, empathetic, elated, Expectations, Ever after, Ember, Enter, Everything, Effort, Entrust, Everything, eventually, embrace, easy, echo, end, ego, Epiphany, Elephants, Elegant, Eggplant, Eclectic, Existence, Emulsified, education.

Love you guys! (now i need F)

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Angela was in a frenzy. It was the day of the Jeffersonian Christmas Party, and she was busy decorating and arranging, and ordering people to decorate and arrange.

Brennan and Booth didn't have a case, but were strolling around the lab talking and helping with preparations for the party. As they walked past the platform, they heard a hushed whisper.

“Psssttt!! Dr. B!” Brennan stopped walking and looked around.

“Where are you?” She whispered back. Booth was watching her curiously.

“In here!” The voice said. Before either of them could object, they were dragged into Hodgins' station. Hodgins and Zack were huddled in the small cubicle where they had just abducted the partners. Hodgins explained quickly.

“Angela is looking for people to help her. I wouldn't get in her way--”

“HODGIE! WHERE ARE YOU??” The group froze as the artist's shrill voice and trademark heel clicks were heard coming nearer.

“Oh no! Hide!” Zack squeaked, diving under a desk. Bren grabbed a beaker and pretended to be working. Booth hid in the corner, shrinking against the wall. Hodgins, having no where to hide, dove behind his chair. The clicking stopped.

“What the HELL are you guys doing?” Angela asked, looking around at everyone 'hiding' in the small space. Turning her evil 'I'm gonna make you work' eye on Booth and Brennan, she said,

“You two, come with me. Hodgie, Zack- can you go help put up mistletoe? Put it everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE!!...” She said cheerily as the boys slumped off. Angela tugged Booth and Brennan along behind her, talking as she went.

“I need you two to take this upstairs. They set up that huge conference room for the party.” Angela pointed to a large keg. Booth's eyes widened. He had never seen a keg so big. It was a good three feet tall, and he probably couldn't get his arms around it. Shrugging, Booth leaned down and flipped it onto its side. It was very heavy.

“Bones? Help?” She shoved the beaker that was still in her hand into her pocket, and immediately went over to helped him to roll the keg to the nearest elevator.

“What do you think is in it?” Booth asked once the doors to the elevator had closed. They were standing on opposite sides of the keg. Booth punched the 'four' button and they started to rise.

“I don't know.” Brennan replied.

They were jolted sideways as the car suddenly stopped. The lights flickered out and the car plummeted about ten feet before stopping with a twang of cable and a loud bang.

“Bones!” Came Booth's worried voice. “Bones, are you ok?!” A soft moan of pain was heard in the car. “Bones!” Booth yelled, his eyes still unadjusted to the dark as he felt around on the floor.

“Booth.” She replied, her voice strained. “The keg is on my ankle.”

“Ok, hold on.” After some rustling, a flashlight clicked on.

“Where'd you get that?” Brennan asked as the mag light lit up the small space. Booth flashed her a charm smile, shrugging and spreading his arms in a 'What?' gesture.

“I'm FBI, Bones. Like a boyscout.” Brennan frowned.

“I don't know what that means.”

“Always prepared, Bones.” Getting down to business, he examined the keg. “Ok, this might hurt a bit.” Placing his hands on either side of the keg and the mag light in his mouth, Booth quickly rolled the keg off his partner's foot. She screamed as it jolted her already injured foot. Her scream subsided to a whimper as Booth rushed to her side.

“Bones! Oh God, Bones. Are you ok?” He immediately pulled her into his arms.

“I'm fine, Booth. I don't think it's broken, it just surprised me. Probably a sprain.” She leaned down and examined her swollen ankle. Leaning back against Booth with a tired sigh, she let her head fall onto his shoulder as she looked at him upside down. “Now what?”

Booth rolled his eyes. Leave it to Bones to downplay it and change the subject...

“Well, let's see what we have for supplies. You don't know how long we'll be stuck here.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Ten minutes later

“One flashlight, my cell phone, your cell phone. A beaker. A keg of something. Anything else?” Booth asked, sitting with his back against the wall, Brennan still in his arms.

“I have a paper clip and a quarter in my pocket.” She said.

“Oh, that'll help a lot.” Booth said sarcastically.

“I wonder what's in the keg. Wanna crack it open?”

“Sure.” He flashed the light in the direction of the keg, now upright again. There was a knob that you pulled that allowed for dispensing right from the keg. Booth grabbed the beaker and scooted over to it. Filling the beaker with something frothy, he returned to Brennan's side and held it out to her. Raising an eyebrow, she sniffed the drink slightly before taking a tentative sip. To Booth's surprise, she let out a giggle.

“Ohhhhh noooo...” She giggled. “This is nooottttt good.”

“What's not good, Bones?” Booth asked, taking the beaker and taking a sip as well.

“It's Angela's Eggnog.” Brennan explained.

“It tastes like regular eggnog. What's different about 'Angela's'?”

“Angela's is different because she laces it with pure alcohol, and lots of it. She KNOWS that it always makes me slightly... what's the word?”

“Drunk?”

“No.” She said, slapping him on the arm. “Tipsy.”

“Wonderful.” Booth mumbled. “I'm stuck in an elevator with a soon to be 'tipsy' anthropologist and a large keg of a very alcoholic eggnog. What to do?” He asked, grinning to show he was teasing.

“We drink.” Brennan said, raising the beaker in a mock toast before guzzling the remainder of the drink in her glass. Refilling it for them, Booth agreed.

“We drink.”

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“So, know any drinking games?” Booth asked, after they had finished a few glasses of eggnog.

“Oh! I know one! You toss a quarter into the glass, and if you get it in, the other person has to drink. If you miss, you drink. See, that quarter that you deemed useless will come in handy!” Brennan explained triumphantly.

“Alright, you're on.”

Brennan picked up the quarter and, muttering about wind speed and angles, tried to flip the quarter into the beaker. She missed, and drank a full glass of eggnog. Refiling it for Booth, she handed him the quarter. He made it, and she drank again. It wasn't long before Brennan had absolutely no control and couldn't even figure out how to flip the quarter. Booth, a little more sober than Bren, had taken the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his lap. She yelped a bit when her ankle was turned- reminding both of them of their situation. Luckily, the alcohol was acting as a pain reliever as she couldn't feel anything through the haze of being drunk.

Snuggled against her partner, Brennan started to ramble.

“You know, I never realllllyyyyy wanted a partner. Then you came along and BAM! I had a partner... and now wwwwweeeeeeeeee ummmm...” She hiccuped. “I really like you Booth. You are nice to me. Not like those other guys... David wasn't as nice as you and-” Hiccup, “Sully left with out mmeeeee. So I like youuuuu. Angela always says your hot... I aggggrrrreeeee...” Hiccup. Glancing up at Booth's lazy smile, she couldn't help but kiss him.

It was sloppy and uncoordinated due to the lack of fine motor skills on both ends, but they both felt the spark. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, Brennan moaned when Booth's hands ventured under her shirt. She unbuttoned the first button on his shirt, still kissing him hungrily.

Just then, Brennan's cell phone rang. Picking it up, she answered groggily. “Brrrrrrrrrrrrr...”

“Bren? Is that you?” Angela asked.

“Eeeeeennnnnnnn...”

“Brennan! Where are you?”

“Aaaaannnnnn!...”

“BRENNAN!” Hearing the artist struggling to get her attention, Booth ripped the phone out of Brennan's grip.

“Hey!” Brennan pouted, sinking back against Booth. While he talked, she traced the lines of his shirt, causing him to shiver deliciously.

“Angela, you still there?” Booth asked.

“Yes. Where the hell are you guys? The party started half an hour ago, and the boys are looking for the eggnog!”

“We're stuck in the elevator with the eggnog. And Bones has been drinking it...”

“Ahhh. That explains things. She can handle hard liquor, but can never handle my eggnog. Are you guys alright?” Angela asked, knowing how easily the partners could get in trouble.

“I think Bones has a sprained ankle- the keg rolled onto her leg when the car stopped. But other than that, we're drunk with eggnog in an elevator.”

“Did you call maintenance and ask when they could get you out?” Angela asked.

“No... I think we were too busy playing tip the cup. Or shooting eggnog shots. We were too busy getting drunk, ok?” Booth finished quickly.

“Do you want me to call them and then call you back?” She offered.

“Sure. Thanks, Ange. We'd still be here tomorrow if you didn't call.” Hanging up, Booth realized that Brennan had fallen asleep against him. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he kissed the top of her head and tightened his arms around his partner, closing his eyes as well.

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Brennan had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she got stuck in an elevator with Booth. Opening one eye and stretching slightly, she froze when she realized that her 'pillow' was not in fact, her pillow.

Opening the other eye, she looked around. Blinking in the light that was streaming through the elevator doors, she tried to sit up. Yelping when her ankle bumped into the wall, she took in her surroundings.

So, it wasn't a dream. She WAS in an elevator- of which the doors were open. Booth was tangled up with her, his arms wrapped around her middle and his leg hooked around hers. There was a keg standing outside the doors. Poking Booth in the side, she tried to wake him.

“Booth, wake up.”

He groaned and flung a hand over his eyes. “Five minutes, Bones.” He mumbled sleepily.

“Booth, get up.” Brennan said again.

“I'm not stopping you. Go ahead and get up yourself.” Booth said.

“Yes, you are stopping me. I have a sprained ankle and I can't move when you hold on to me like that.” She said, causing his eyes to shoot open.

“Hold onto you like-- Ahhh!” Booth jumped backwards- or attempted to. His grip on her waist was so tight that he ended up pulling her with him.

“Not helping, Booth. Can we get out of here? I think I've had enough of elevators for a while. And I have a killer hangover.” Brennan mumbled.

“Sure. How are we going to do this?” Booth asked, gesturing between them. Brennan raised an eyebrow. “I'll just carry you.” Booth said quickly. Picking her up bridal style, he made his way out of the elevator. As Brennan clung to his neck, Booth carried her down the stairs to the lab. When they entered the glass doors, a yell rang through the lab.

“BOOTH! BREN! YOU'RE OK!” Angela shrieked, running over to them. “You missed one hell of a party.”

Brennan and Booth locked eyes, grinning. “So did you.”

Posted 06/12/2007 08:35:34 PM by bones206

OMG I love your stories! I sooooooooo can't wait for F. I know it will be fantastic, if not bonetastic!

Posted 06/12/2007 08:37:54 PM by BGWGscienceteacher

I love the one for the letter E. That was great! I would love to be trapped with Booth for a while, and I wouldn't need eggnog to keep me busy.