1) At the Christmas party that got ruined by lung-fungus, Angela had carefully prepared a large glass of extra-alcoholic eggnog and was fully intending to make Booth and Brennan drink it. And then maybe act a little drunker than she was, and grab them by the hands and dance them over to the mistletoe before one of them noticed, and then start cheering so loudly that all the attention would make escape impossible.
Of course, all of her brilliant preparation was for nothing. But she's a patient woman, and there's always next Christmas.
2) "Just order your coffee, Bones."
"I don't want a whole cup of coffee. I'll just have some of yours."
"You say that, and then I get my cup back and there's only an inch left."
"Hello?"
"Bones. You couldn't have just let it ring while you -- she'll have a latte, thanks."
"I'll be right there -- no! No, I won't have a latte. Ignore him. We're leaving."
"We are?"
"Yes, we are. Hodgins knows where the second body is."
3) Booth dragged her out to some strange -- and very popular -- bar with the promise that he was going to buy her the best beer she'd ever tasted in her life. After close to fifteen minutes working his way through the insane queues at the bar, he returned to the table triumphantly waving two bottles. Ten seconds later, he dropped one.
"Shit." He looked so despondent that Brennan almost laughed. Instead she said,
"It's all right, Booth. We'll just share this one."
"No! No, Bones, this is the beer of the gods. You're having a whole bottle."
"But the queue..."
"No problem." He set the single bottle down in front of her and turned back to the bar, digging in his pocket for his badge. "Hey! FBI, coming through!"
4) "It's a Chilean herb tonic, it's really interesting, Booth. You should be prepared to try things from cultures outside your own, you know."
"Bones, it smells like rotting grass. No."
She tried to wave the glass at him. "You know, the people who make this put great stock in it as a promoter of strength and sexual prowess."
His face wavered for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and he headed over to her fridge. "Well, I...I don't think I need any tonics to help with that, Bones, thanks all the same. Where's the --"
"Second shelf," she said automatically.
5) Ivy Gillespie spent most of her $100,000 sending her granddaughter to medical school, but she also sent Brennan a bottle of very expensive champagne. The bottle lives at the back of her kitchen cupboard, and Brennan tells herself that she'll pull it out one evening after a very difficult case, and she and Booth will drink it while slouched on her couch with their feet propped on the coffee table. But case follows case and nothing ever seems quite special enough; Brennan's not sure what she's waiting to celebrate, but she's as patient as anyone who works on a timescale of centuries, and she knows that one day the timing will be right.
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1) At the Christmas party that got ruined by lung-fungus, Angela had carefully prepared a large glass of extra-alcoholic eggnog and was fully intending to make Booth and Brennan drink it. And then maybe act a little drunker than she was, and grab them by the hands and dance them over to the mistletoe before one of them noticed, and then start cheering so loudly that all the attention would make escape impossible.
Of course, all of her brilliant preparation was for nothing. But she's a patient woman, and there's always next Christmas.
2) "Just order your coffee, Bones."
"I don't want a whole cup of coffee. I'll just have some of yours."
"You say that, and then I get my cup back and there's only an inch left."
"Hello?"
"Bones. You couldn't have just let it ring while you -- she'll have a latte, thanks."
"I'll be right there -- no! No, I won't have a latte. Ignore him. We're leaving."
"We are?"
"Yes, we are. Hodgins knows where the second body is."
3) Booth dragged her out to some strange -- and very popular -- bar with the promise that he was going to buy her the best beer she'd ever tasted in her life. After close to fifteen minutes working his way through the insane queues at the bar, he returned to the table triumphantly waving two bottles. Ten seconds later, he dropped one.
"Shit." He looked so despondent that Brennan almost laughed. Instead she said,
"It's all right, Booth. We'll just share this one."
"No! No, Bones, this is the beer of the gods. You're having a whole bottle."
"But the queue..."
"No problem." He set the single bottle down in front of her and turned back to the bar, digging in his pocket for his badge. "Hey! FBI, coming through!"
4) "It's a Chilean herb tonic, it's really interesting, Booth. You should be prepared to try things from cultures outside your own, you know."
"Bones, it smells like rotting grass. No."
She tried to wave the glass at him. "You know, the people who make this put great stock in it as a promoter of strength and sexual prowess."
His face wavered for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and he headed over to her fridge. "Well, I...I don't think I need any tonics to help with that, Bones, thanks all the same. Where's the --"
"Second shelf," she said automatically.
5) Ivy Gillespie spent most of her $100,000 sending her granddaughter to medical school, but she also sent Brennan a bottle of very expensive champagne. The bottle lives at the back of her kitchen cupboard, and Brennan tells herself that she'll pull it out one evening after a very difficult case, and she and Booth will drink it while slouched on her couch with their feet propped on the coffee table. But case follows case and nothing ever seems quite special enough; Brennan's not sure what she's waiting to celebrate, but she's as patient as anyone who works on a timescale of centuries, and she knows that one day the timing will be right.