[b]No, it has nothing to do with the film and it's going to fanfiction.net, just wanted to see the reaction and here opinions.[b]
"Ok, Bones. You got your bags?"
"Yes… I have traveled before, Booth."
"Yeah, well, you never had my rugged good looks to distract you." he put on his shades.
He was answered with a stern glare. "Sorry…"
Had he just flirted openly with Brennan? It was all the sun and seeing her in reveling summer clothes. Thank god they hadn't found time to go to the beach; well, he had, the hotel was on it. But not her. Thank god. If he was flirting with her because of her tightly fitted T-shirt and short shorts, what would he do if she wore a bikini? Normally he could control himself but he was going mad at honeymoon central with no a person that just wanted to look a dead people all day. Too bad no one else would catch his eye, though he felt that he caught theirs.
A woman eyed him as she walked passed. Brennan shifted uncomfortably, noticing.
"The plane for DC leaves in half an hour and we haven't even left for the airport."
"Yeah, well, I'm trying. I don't speak Spanish though…" Brennan rolled her eyes at him and stopped a passer by who seemed to be starring at them, hard. Of course, she didn't notice.
"Hola, señor, ¿nos podrías dar direcciones al aeropuerto, por favor?" Hi, can you give us directions to the airport, please?
"I speak English… Temperance Brennan? I can't believe it's you… I love your books!" he seemed like he was about to explode. "You are much prettier than you are on your cover."
Brennan frowned. "Thank you… the airport, please."
"Why are you in Mexico? Has some murder occurred? Did you get the bad guy?"
"Buddy, that's classified." Booth but in. He was getting bored.
"No, it's not, Booth. I've been examining Maya remains found near here, El Meco." Booth coughed loudly. "Oh, he came to protect the equipment-"
"No, Bones. Directions. Airport. Late."
"Oh, yes. Could you give us directions, please."
"So no murder?"
"No."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They all turned around sharply.
"Ok, I don't need to know Spanish to understand that."
"Come on, Booth." Brennan started towards where they had heard the scream.
"But I'm on holiday!"
The Mexican man stared at him.
"Ok, I'm going!" he gave up and threw the Mexican, rather pleased with himself, a dirty look."Sheesh." He headed towards the beach.
"Estaba construyendo un castillo de arena con mi hijo y encuentro esto! ¿Un cadáver?" (I was building a sand castle with my son and I find this! A corpse?) a hysterical woman was telling Brennan. He saw Brennan take out rubber gloves from her bag.
"Oh, no, not rubber gloves, that means that… Ugh. Dead body." He turned back around. "Do they follow us or something?" he asked rhetorically.
"No… corpses can't move, Booth."
"Oh, Ok, thanks. Oh, no, do you have to remove the head?"
"It just came off in my hands… obviously female... no se preocupen, soy anthropóloga forense." She told people that were on their phones to the local police. "They think I did it and am trying to hide the body again…"
"And of course, that's ridiculous."
"I'm going to need an evidence bag…"
"Oh, so you have rubber gloves on you but you don't have evidence bags? You always have evidence bags!"
"But I'm on holiday!" she mocked.
Booth sighed. "Just put the head down…"
"But it will get sand on it…"
"We're on a beach, of course it's going to get sand on it! It's sandy already! Just…" he heard another scream and he watched a woman faint at the sight of Brennan. "Put the head down." He put his hand to his own. "Oh, great, local police." He noted.
A woman ran up to them [the police].
"¡Esa mujer loca lleva una cabeza en sus manos!" That crazy woman has a head in her hands!
"Yo no estoy loca. I'm not crazy." She told Booth, asking for his assistance.
"Oh, really?" was all he could muster.
She glared at him. "Hola, soy una antropóloga forense, la doctora Brennan, del Jeffersonian en Washington DC. Sé lo que hago." She tried warning the police. "I know what I'm doing." She tried once more, in English.
"Put the head on the ground. Bones." Booth warned. The police didn't look like putting down their guard. She sighed and did as he told her.
"See? I mean no harm. No hago nada de mal."
The police came nearer and an important looking young man came up to Brennan. "Señora, you were just holding a human head." He said as the police started pushing people away; there were a lot of them.
"They're doing that wrong…" she tried to help as some men in suits picked up the head and started trying to remove the rest from the sandy grave.
"That's their job, señora. I should arrest you right now."
"You should." Booth said.
"But I won't, because I like you. How about a date?"
Brennan frowned and glanced sideways at Booth. He was obviously trying not to know her.
"I'm a forensic anthropologist from the Jeffersonian Institution in Washington DC, and this is Agent Seeley Booth, with the FBI."
Damn it, ratted out, Booth thought.
"And that means what to me? Unless you're trying to impress me." he considered. "You're doing well so far."
Booth had to butt in. "Listen, buddy, we're late for our flight, and-"
"It's not my fault she picked up a head. I'm going to need to ask you some questions."
"Hey, that's my job!"
"And mine, señor."
"Don't you señor me."
"You are not leaving this country until you answer my questions. And after that, we could need a forensic anthropologist, and an FBI Agent could be useful… hey, let us come to an agreement." He smiled.
Booth was annoyed by this man's funny accent, too clean smile and stuck up Mexican ways. And him flirting with his partner didn't help either.
"You stay here, help us with the case and we will not put you away for tampering with evidence."
"I was wearing gloves!" Brennan said, putting her hands up.
"You moved it. It counts."
Brennan sighed heavily and Booth turned to hiss at her.
"See, this is what happens when you jut can't resist touching things! A head! I was going home to see Parker. Now I have to choose between Mexican jail and work. And do you know what? I'm going to choose j-"
"We'll help with the case." Brennan said to the inspector.
"What?" Booth said, blinking.
"I want to stay." She said to him as they went back to the hotel to check in once more. "I haven't even been in the sea yet, and I am a phenomenal swimmer. Also, Angela seemed anxious for me to try on the bikinis she picked out."
Booth couldn't help but look up and wished for simpler times.
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[b]No, I have not been to Mexico, and I probably sound like an idiot. But, I wanted a B&B holiday, which they will get, and Spanish is the only other language I know, to make it sound like I know what I'm talking about. I would rather not say and she asked for directions in Spanish, it sounds... I don't know, lazy or something. Don't mean to offend anyone with my little knowledge.[b]
I won't post this here, but on fanfiction.net. If you like it, read it there, this is just a free taste XD
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"Ok, Bones. You got your bags?"
"Yes… I have traveled before, Booth."
"Yeah, well, you never had my rugged good looks to distract you." he put on his shades.
He was answered with a stern glare. "Sorry…"
Had he just flirted openly with Brennan? It was all the sun and seeing her in reveling summer clothes. Thank god they hadn't found time to go to the beach; well, he had, the hotel was on it. But not her. Thank god. If he was flirting with her because of her tightly fitted T-shirt and short shorts, what would he do if she wore a bikini? Normally he could control himself but he was going mad at honeymoon central with no a person that just wanted to look a dead people all day. Too bad no one else would catch his eye, though he felt that he caught theirs.
A woman eyed him as she walked passed. Brennan shifted uncomfortably, noticing.
"The plane for DC leaves in half an hour and we haven't even left for the airport."
"Yeah, well, I'm trying. I don't speak Spanish though…" Brennan rolled her eyes at him and stopped a passer by who seemed to be starring at them, hard. Of course, she didn't notice.
"Hola, señor, ¿nos podrías dar direcciones al aeropuerto, por favor?" Hi, can you give us directions to the airport, please?
"I speak English… Temperance Brennan? I can't believe it's you… I love your books!" he seemed like he was about to explode. "You are much prettier than you are on your cover."
Brennan frowned. "Thank you… the airport, please."
"Why are you in Mexico? Has some murder occurred? Did you get the bad guy?"
"Buddy, that's classified." Booth but in. He was getting bored.
"No, it's not, Booth. I've been examining Maya remains found near here, El Meco." Booth coughed loudly. "Oh, he came to protect the equipment-"
"No, Bones. Directions. Airport. Late."
"Oh, yes. Could you give us directions, please."
"So no murder?"
"No."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They all turned around sharply.
"Ok, I don't need to know Spanish to understand that."
"Come on, Booth." Brennan started towards where they had heard the scream.
"But I'm on holiday!"
The Mexican man stared at him.
"Ok, I'm going!" he gave up and threw the Mexican, rather pleased with himself, a dirty look."Sheesh." He headed towards the beach.
"Estaba construyendo un castillo de arena con mi hijo y encuentro esto! ¿Un cadáver?" (I was building a sand castle with my son and I find this! A corpse?) a hysterical woman was telling Brennan. He saw Brennan take out rubber gloves from her bag.
"Oh, no, not rubber gloves, that means that… Ugh. Dead body." He turned back around. "Do they follow us or something?" he asked rhetorically.
"No… corpses can't move, Booth."
"Oh, Ok, thanks. Oh, no, do you have to remove the head?"
"It just came off in my hands… obviously female... no se preocupen, soy anthropóloga forense." She told people that were on their phones to the local police. "They think I did it and am trying to hide the body again…"
"And of course, that's ridiculous."
"I'm going to need an evidence bag…"
"Oh, so you have rubber gloves on you but you don't have evidence bags? You always have evidence bags!"
"But I'm on holiday!" she mocked.
Booth sighed. "Just put the head down…"
"But it will get sand on it…"
"We're on a beach, of course it's going to get sand on it! It's sandy already! Just…" he heard another scream and he watched a woman faint at the sight of Brennan. "Put the head down." He put his hand to his own. "Oh, great, local police." He noted.
A woman ran up to them [the police].
"¡Esa mujer loca lleva una cabeza en sus manos!" That crazy woman has a head in her hands!
"Yo no estoy loca. I'm not crazy." She told Booth, asking for his assistance.
"Oh, really?" was all he could muster.
She glared at him. "Hola, soy una antropóloga forense, la doctora Brennan, del Jeffersonian en Washington DC. Sé lo que hago." She tried warning the police. "I know what I'm doing." She tried once more, in English.
"Put the head on the ground. Bones." Booth warned. The police didn't look like putting down their guard. She sighed and did as he told her.
"See? I mean no harm. No hago nada de mal."
The police came nearer and an important looking young man came up to Brennan. "Señora, you were just holding a human head." He said as the police started pushing people away; there were a lot of them.
"They're doing that wrong…" she tried to help as some men in suits picked up the head and started trying to remove the rest from the sandy grave.
"That's their job, señora. I should arrest you right now."
"You should." Booth said.
"But I won't, because I like you. How about a date?"
Brennan frowned and glanced sideways at Booth. He was obviously trying not to know her.
"I'm a forensic anthropologist from the Jeffersonian Institution in Washington DC, and this is Agent Seeley Booth, with the FBI."
Damn it, ratted out, Booth thought.
"And that means what to me? Unless you're trying to impress me." he considered. "You're doing well so far."
Booth had to butt in. "Listen, buddy, we're late for our flight, and-"
"It's not my fault she picked up a head. I'm going to need to ask you some questions."
"Hey, that's my job!"
"And mine, señor."
"Don't you señor me."
"You are not leaving this country until you answer my questions. And after that, we could need a forensic anthropologist, and an FBI Agent could be useful… hey, let us come to an agreement." He smiled.
Booth was annoyed by this man's funny accent, too clean smile and stuck up Mexican ways. And him flirting with his partner didn't help either.
"You stay here, help us with the case and we will not put you away for tampering with evidence."
"I was wearing gloves!" Brennan said, putting her hands up.
"You moved it. It counts."
Brennan sighed heavily and Booth turned to hiss at her.
"See, this is what happens when you jut can't resist touching things! A head! I was going home to see Parker. Now I have to choose between Mexican jail and work. And do you know what? I'm going to choose j-"
"We'll help with the case." Brennan said to the inspector.
"What?" Booth said, blinking.
"I want to stay." She said to him as they went back to the hotel to check in once more. "I haven't even been in the sea yet, and I am a phenomenal swimmer. Also, Angela seemed anxious for me to try on the bikinis she picked out."
Booth couldn't help but look up and wished for simpler times.
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[b]No, I have not been to Mexico, and I probably sound like an idiot. But, I wanted a B&B holiday, which they will get, and Spanish is the only other language I know, to make it sound like I know what I'm talking about. I would rather not say and she asked for directions in Spanish, it sounds... I don't know, lazy or something. Don't mean to offend anyone with my little knowledge.[b]
I won't post this here, but on fanfiction.net. If you like it, read it there, this is just a free taste XD
link
