Yes, I've started writing again. Now this story takes place during the 5th season in an AU where the 100th episode didn't take place and Angela never slept with Wendell. The first is because, well, basically I think the 100th episode was crap and it completely ruined the rest of the season and left an indelible stain on an otherwise wonderful romance. The second is because I never really bought the whole Angela-Wendell relationship – she's Hodgins' girl, all the way (unless she's not in which case he's knocking it off with Cam). Not that her getting together with Hodgins will be exactly easy, but it will happen. I mean, everything happens eventually, right? Oh, and this one is starting out rated T, it'll turn M later I'm sure, everything I do seems to end up an M eventually. Heh, there's that word again...well without further ado I give you the teaser for my new fic: Guns and Hoses.
Unfortunately I neither own, nor am involved with, the production of Bones. On the plus side I work really cheap, so if Hart Hanson or Stephen Nathan is reading this? Call me.Synopsis:
The tenth annual 'Guns and Hoses' boxing event between DC's elite law enforcement officers and the district's fire fighters is coming up, and you know who will be representing the FBI. Of course, wherever Booth is, Brennan won't be far behind, and when Angela discovers the world's foremost forensic anthropologist has been moonlighting as Booth's trainer and physical therapist, well, let's just say Angela's sex deprived brain has all the motivation she needs to see someone's unresolved sexual tension get resolved, and soon!
Chapter One - Training Day
A small droplet of sweat formed on his forehead, hesitated, and then answering gravity's siren call began to roll slowly down the bridge of his nose, clinging momentarily to its tip before falling onto a well formed pectoral muscle. Said pectoral muscle coiled and flexed rhythmically in tune with the deltoids, biceps, triceps and a host of others as he repeatedly propelled his body upward, lifting his chin atop the steel bar before lowering himself to do it again and again. Up and down, chin to steel, muscles flexing, sweat beading, rolling, dripping with every motion, and all the while he kept count in his head, oblivious to the small crowd that had gathered to watch his routine.
'…forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty.
' Booth released his grip and landed on the mat with a soft thud. 'Another set of crunches and then I'll go back to working the bag for ten more minutes and…ah fuck. The pack is back and Angela's with them.
Booth snatched up his towel and mopped the sweat from his face, before tossing it over his shoulder. He shot Angela a friendly look, nodded at her and grunted in acknowledgement as she called out to him, waving all the while like a possessed fan girl. A wry smile forced its way onto Booth's lips as he shook his head at her and studiously ignored the rest of the pack. Turning back to the task at hand, Booth adjusted the incline on the sit-up bench to increase the angle, and subsequently the difficulty, for his workout. Laying down he began ripping out his next set of fifty sit-ups, focusing on the burn that set in along his abdominals to block out the sound of his gossiping admirers who weren't half as quiet as they thought they were.
"Mmm-mmm. I'm telling you I could just sink my teeth into that stomach…or any part of him for that matter."
Angela snapped off a carrot stick to emphasize her point and was met with a chorus of 'yesses' and 'oh yeahs'.
"He smiled at you, a real smile. He never smiles, not at anyone. Ever!"
Angela turned to see a fresh faced young woman staring at her with surprisingly green eyes. Next to her a thin lipped, bleach bottle blond with very large breasts stuffed into a very tight blouse had fixed a pair of cold green eyes on her. The fresh faced young woman was definitely a rookie agent, that much was obvious, as was the serious case of hero worship she was carrying for Special Agent Studly. She was fairly harmless, Angela knew that, but the other one, the one she'd already nicknamed 'Big Tits' in her head? She was another story all together. When she spoke Angela's hackles rose instantly.
"How do you know Seeley?"
"How do I know him or how well do I know him?"
Angela rolled her eyes at the woman.
"The answers to those questions, in no particular order, are intimately and well enough to know he doesn't like to be called Seeley."
The acidic remark stung enough that the blond sat back without pressing the issue, but as soon as she did another member of the pack readily filled the void, the younger one from before.
"I think what Marnie was really asking was if you're dating Seel-, um, I mean Agent Booth. No disrespect if you are it's just that he's, well he's a very handsome man and he's single, and as far as anyone here knows…"
"He's the most eligible bachelor at the Hoover?" Angela finished for her.
The woman nodded shyly. Giving her the once over, Angela smiled back. Sure, the young woman was quite pretty in her own way but she was probably fresh out of the Academy. And while her pretty face, framed as it was by shoulder length sandy blonde hair and adorned with a sprinkling of freckles across the nose and cheeks, probably had men tripping over themselves most of the time, Angela knew Booth wouldn't give her a second look. Besides, she was definitely a junior member of the pack, a beta female at most, and Booth only went for alphas. 'Still
', Angela thought, 'best to make sure she and the rest of the pack know he's off limits.
"I've known Booth for years, and your right sweetie. He's a hunk of man candy if ever there was one."
Angela's smile widened, and noticing the attention she'd garnered, the artist decided to push the point home.
"Not just that but he's a total sweetheart. He's kind, attentive, caring, romantic, built like a brick shithouse and chivalrous to a fault. Don't even think about opening your own door or paying for a meal with him around, and girl that man can kiss!"
Angela watched as several faces fell at once, but noted the few that didn't fall at all and instead became more focused. 'What bitches. Thinking they can make a move on Booth when I'm talking about him like we're dating. From the looks of things that Marnie bitch is probably planning on throwing her boney ass at him first chance she gets. Well it's time to nip that in the bud.
"Oh, so how long have you and Agent Booth been going out?"
Thin lipped, big titted Marnie was speaking again.
"Oh we aren't going out honey, but he is sort of seeing a friend of mine."
Her offhand remark sparked looks and a few not so hidden smiles.
"Sort of seeing? So they're not really dating or anything?" Marnie pressed home her question. "I mean, how do you 'sort of' see someone?"
"Well they've been together five years off and on, the last year or so pretty exclusively. They go out all the time, take trips together, have their little sleepovers, and she's practically a surrogate mom to his boy, Parker."
Angela smiled as it all sank in and every face fell then, even the steely ones from before.
Well there it is, that's the teaser for the first chapter of Guns and Hoses
. This is just the beginning, of course, there'll be more Booth workouts, Booth boxing, Angry Booth, Dark Booth, Predator Booth, and that's not all. There'll be Angela's shipping machinations, Hodgins' plans to win her back, Brennan dealing with all those hormones Booth stirs up when he's walking around almost nekkid, and the fact that she can't keep compartmentalizing how she feels about him anymore. Oh yeah, it's rated T for now, but everything I do eventually gets an M rating...well, almost everything.
Thanks for reading and please, if you liked the sample, try a full chapter!
RMGod I'm such a shameless attention whore! *sigh* Don't forget to read and review! http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7725201/1/Guns_and_Hoses