The story line is a little confusing, but good things happen in the end.

It might take
a second reading to get things all squared away in your mind. It vaguely references
the episodes “Death in the Saddle” and “Mummy in the Maze.”

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bones.

Dream On

Booth strode confidently into the Jeffersonian, loving the way everyone
seemed to have a purpose around him. People in blue lab coats bustled around him,
occasionally calling out greetings. The work they did here was meaningful and
important, and he reveled in that fact. Swiping his card at the platform, he bounded
up the steps.

“What have we got?” he asked the interns and the rest of the scientists as
they carefully examined the remains.

“Male, fifty to sixty-five years old, blunt force trauma to the parietal. There
are some odd markings on the right distal radius I’d like you to take a look at,”
Wendell said as Booth stood over the bones. Booth nodded as he slipped on his
gloves.

“Good work, Wendell,” he said brusquely as he pulled the magnifying light

closer to the right arm.

“Hey sweetie,” Angela said from where she was sitting off to the side of the
platform. “I’ve got a face for you, and I’m running it though missing persons right
now.”

“Thanks, Ange,” he said absently.

“We’re still going out tonight, remember?” Angela said as she waltzed over to
the examination table, “You need to get out of the lab. And you can invite your
Special Agent Hotness to come along. She is hot, Booth, and she likes you.”

“We’re just partners, Ange,” he responded automatically.

“Dr. B!” Hodgins called as he swiped his security card. He was carrying a
folder and a jar of white powder. “I have the results on the residue we found on the
bones.”
 “Give them to me,” Booth answered, still focused on the bones.

“You’re not going to like this,” Hodgins warned. Booth gave him his best glare
and the bug man smiled and continued, reading from the chart in the folder. “We
found methylelthylorangutan on the femur.”

“That’s consistent with what could be found in his workplace,” Booth

pronounced.

“Yeah, but there was also sesquipedalian powder mixed with it.”

Booth thought for a while as he examined the radius. “His mother said he
worked in the library during the summer,” he commented. “The powder could have
been transferred then.”

“No, it would have had a different ratio of powder to moisture,” Hodgins

countered.

“Bones!” an authoritative voice shouted across the open area of the lab.

“Don’t call me Bones!” Booth yelled as an electronic beeping gave him

warning that his partner was on the platform.

“You ready to question the wife?” Special Agent Temperance Brennan asked
as she pulled back her jacket to rest her hand on her hip next to her weapon.

“I’m not finished with the preliminary examination, Bren,” he complained. His
partner smiled that enigmatic smile and pulled on his arm.

“Let’s get you out of that lab coat, Bones” she said. Booth let her pull him off
the platform toward his office. She dragged his lab coat down his arms and tossed
him his brown leather jacket. He let her help with his jacket as he pulled off his thick
black glasses that he needed for examinations and slipped them into his pocket.

“Can I drive this time, Bren?” he asked hopefully.

“Nope. Me in the driver’s seat, and squints on the grandma side. That’s the
way it’s gonna be,” she quipped as they headed to the parking garage.

“Can I have a gun, then?” he asked.

“And get shot by you a second time? I don’t think so, Bones…”

Booth’s breath caught in his throat as he woke up in a sweat. He lay back

down on his pillow and looked around his bedroom to reassure himself. His gun was
on the bedside table and his belt with its cocky belt buckle hung over the dresser
drawer. His badge and keys were on top of the dresser, next to a framed picture of
all the squints together at the lab, including Brennan in her lab coat. His heart
stopped racing quite so fast and his breathing evened out. He let himself relax, and
shifted to get into a comfortable position. His movement disturbed the person next
to him.

“S’wrong?” she asked sleepily, rolling towards him. Her auburn hair looked
black against the white pillow and he shifted onto his side with his head propped on
his elbow to look down at her. She had her eyes closed, but slowly let them blink
open when he caressed her face.

“Just a bad dream,” he said as he let his fingers wander over her jaw. She
snuggled into his touch and made herself wake up a little more.

“Your time in the army?” she asked sympathetically. He chuckled and kissed
her forehead.

“Much more traumatic. I dreamed that I was a squint and you called me
‘Bones’ and that I had to wear latex gloves all the time.” She chuckled with him as
he continued, “And I couldn’t have a gun and you wouldn’t let me drive. I wore a
blue lab coat and thick squint glasses.”

“Mmmmm…” she purred as she let her head fall onto his outstretched arm.
“It’s easy to see how you would extrapolate the dream from a reversal of our
positions in our every day life.”

“No, my scary dream was extrapolated from what you made me do last
night!”

Brennan grinned, her teeth a startling contrast to the dusky shadows around
her face. She leaned over slightly to see the black glasses and blue lab coat that he
wore one Halloween draped across his lounge chair. “I didn’t hear you
complaining,” she whispered as her hand crept down his chest, followed closely by
her lips. “Dr. Booth…”

Booth shivered, then grinned.

Occasionally playing a squint wasn’t so bad.