Scribbles-A Willgirl and AnaG Collaboration

Ella and Frankie Inc is back! Welcome to Scribbles, a series of oneshots based on words we pick out of The Synonym Finder. How do we pick? With out eyes closed of course! Each oneshot will be independent of each other, so expect some drama, fluff, smut, angst and more!

It will be posted every Monday night! And now on to the story!

Refined and Gory

Hm. Good question. Kind of hard to explain though. No one really expects it when it happens. Or knows how it is going to happen. But this was miles past strange or unusual. Weird. Whatever you want to call it. Certainly wasn't the kind of thing that gets a guy to thinking--hey, this is something to tell the grandkids someday, you know?

I mean, you could actually hear the maggots, you know, squirming in all that gunk. And the flies were so thick, we actually had to worry about breathing them in. But the stink. God, that was the worst. Absolutely putrid. Believe me, about the worst thing you could imagine. At least until you got a look at where it was coming from. Made no sense then. Hell, it's still hard to understand now. Really, how many people, in their right minds anyway, fall in love standing over a rotting corpse?

This wasn't my first corspe by any means. Nor would it be my last. I had been four years partnering with Bones and I saw some of the most disgusting stuff imaginable. Stuff that would make you want to throw up right there on the spot. It was hard to take sometimes, coming to terms with the horrible things that people do to each other.

I guess that's why people who don't know Bones think she is cold. She doesn't flinch from remains or shed a tear, just gets to work. She is relentless in her pursuit of the truth and it isn't until the case is solved that she lets her guard down. I know. I'd seen it happen.

Today was supposed to be like any other. A new case, a day full of bickering, maybe some pie at the end.

But something had changed.

There she was, wrist deep in what was left of some guy's gut, her face inches away from all that gore. There was just this pure determination to get every last piece of evidence before the body was moved and the remains were compromised. She never flinched, not once, in the two hours we were there.

When she finally stood, there was this moment, when she was pulling those gloves off her hands and she turned to look at me. Not exactly at me. Because I got the feeling that she wasn't seeing anyone, anything, beyond the victim. She had been in his world all that time, and everything else, well, it had faded somehow. Gone away.

But I saw it, in her eyes, when she saw me. Really saw me. And then, just for a split second, I saw what she hid so well. The exhaustion that came with the examination. The pain that a man's death caused her. And that's when I knew. Knew that I would do anything I could to keep that haunted look from her face.

I couldn't look away, was conscious of the fact that I was staring at her but I couldn't do anything about it. As I looked at her, she struck me as an oddity. There she was in her blue jumpsuit, covered in mud and god knows what else and all at once she looked like she both did and did not belong there. There was something refined about her, the way she carried herself, that would seem more appropriate at a fancy dinner than in the middle of this mess.

But at the same time she fit right in, her scrunched face an indicator that she was trying to work out the puzzle in her head.

I blinked and she had moved, instructing the forensics team to bag the body and the soil surrounding it. She ordered them about with efficiency and soon I could see her in my sightline, marching towards me with a look of determination on her face.

I opened my mouth to say something witty, to ease back into our playful banter as she approached me.

"Booth?" she asked, that questioning look appearing on her face, the one I always found adorable.

"I like you." I blurted out.

I know, I know. How fifth grade was that? And leave it to Bones to call me on it.

"I like you too, Booth. We are partners after all. But I don't exactly see how that is relevant to the case."

She said something else after that. I think it had something to do with the blunt force trauma to the vic's skull, but I couldn't say for sure. Because all I could think about was that I had blown it. And that I had to find a way to make it right. And I would have. If Bones had ever stopped talking. So I did the only thing that came to mind.

I kissed her.

Yes. Right there in front of the dead guy. An entire FBI forensics team. And God knows who else. But I didn't care. Because it worked. She stopped talking.

And she kissed me back.

I can't remember now what it was like. All I recall is my heart pounding and the blood rushing in my ears. And then it was over. She pulled back and I could see a faint trace of embarassment on her face. She hurried to the passenger side of the car and got in.

Meanwhile, several of the forensics team members were grinning while others were handing over money. I grinned then, and hopped in the car, pulling away from the crime scene without another word.

And that's how it happened. That was the moment although Bones denied it for another three weeks until I cornered her in her office and kissed her again.

And the rest is history.

I never imagined their first real kiss to be like that....
but if you think about it.....that's probably how it would happen with these two.....
can't wait for more!

Oh I'm so so so happy you posted it on here. I was happy to see it on fanfiction.net yesterday, although I don't spend that much time on there, so it must have been fate because I just loved it!!! I can't wait for more Scribbles!

A/N: This week, we picked two very different words out of the SF. We were stumped for a bit, but then came up with this. We hope you like and thanks for the reviews!

Euphonius and Invisible

The grass squeaked beneath her feet and the air was damp and cold. The sun was peeking through the clouds but it didn't do much to make her warmer. She tugged the jacket tighter around herself and walked on.

She was in the park. She was supposed to be here with Booth and Parker, but instead she found herself alone, her eyes darting every which way, keeping on the lookout for her partner and his son. She didn't want to see them. After the fight yesterday, she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to see Booth again.

This fight was different from the others. It wasn't their normal bickering or even an average fight; instead they spat vicious words at each other that neither should have said. She knew he was angry when he said the things he did, but the words still hurt.

And now she was creeping around the park, drawn by the desire to see him but wishing to remain hidden from him as well.

She used to play this game when she was in foster care, flattening herself against a wall or crouching behind a bookcase to find out what mood her foster parents were in without having to show herself.

She had excelled at it, and had retained her abilities throughout adulthood. It was easy to be invisible if you had as much practice as she had.

Then she heard it. Laughter, voices that she would know anywhere moving closer. Drawing on instinct, she quickly stepped from the path and hid behind a nearby oak. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the trunk. What was she thinking? How would she ever explain to him, explain what she was doing when clearly she had no place being there?

They were close now, only a few yards away. A part of her longed to step from her hiding place, to make herself visible to them. But uncertaintly kept her rooted in place. She didn't think she could stand it if she looked into his face to find the anger, to see that she really didn't belong with them.

Instead, she focused on the words traveling back and forth between them. A silly conversation with no rules or direction, but one that delighted them both. It was almost as if they had their own language, filled with code words and catch phrases that came with sharing history, with being part of a family. He sounded so happy, she thought, so different from how he had been with her only a few hours before.

Unable to resist, she peered around the rounded edge of the trunk, her hands pressing into the rough bark as she caught sight of him. She felt a twinge in her heart as she saw the smiles on both of their faces. Dressed in a yellow raincoat and matching boots, Parker skipped along, jumping in every puddle that he saw.

She slowly moved around the tree, hoping that they would walk by and not notice. But as she heard the crack of the branch underneath her foot, she knew she wouldn't be hidden for much longer. She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped against hope that he wouldn't see her.

"Temperance?"

She opened her eyes and found Booth a few feet away.

"I'm sorry...I was just...."

"Bones!" Parker shouted, running towards her. Soon she was the recepient of a very wet hug.

"Hey Parker." She said, mustering a smile and doing her best not to look at Booth.

"Parker, there's some puddles over there. Why don't you go jump in those and let me and Bones talk, okay?" Booth said.

Parker was off and running and soon it was just the two of them.

They walked slowly, side by side, neither of them saying a word.

"You came."

She nodded, biting her lip and looking slightly worried.

"I'm glad."

She felt his hand slip into hers and was emboldened by the gesture.

"Booth, about what happened, the things I said..."

He stopped walking, and suddenly she was sure that she had done the wrong thing by bring up the argument.

"We said. We both said those things, Temperance. And I'm sorry."

She looked over at him, his features blurring through to tears in her eyes.

"Me too, Seeley."

"But you have to know that no matter what--with anything that happens between us, that you don't ever have to hide. Not from me. Ever."

Years of habit pushed the doubt forward, until she looked into his eyes and saw that he meant it. Really meant it.

"Thank you." she breathed, squeezing his hand tightly.

"So we're good?" he asked.

She nodded.

The sound of splashing drew their attention to the scene in front of them. Parker was jumping in and out of a large puddle and giggling.

"He's going to get sick." she noted.

"Eh, let's give him a few more minutes." he replied, pulling her closer.

"Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun!" Parker suddenly belted out. "Please shine down on me!"

They chuckled and stood and watched as Parker continued to sing loudly whilst jumping as hard as he could in the puddle.

"Parker's quite euphonius." she commented.

Booth raised an eyebrow.

"It means lyrical. He's got a good ear for music, maybe you should consider putting him in classes. I know classical music helps with the development of..."

Her next words were lost as she felt his lips against hers, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer. She became lost in the kiss, unaware of anything else, until she could faintly hear a giggle and then....

"Daddy and Bones sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

She heard his quiet chuckle in her ear, and then with a final touch of his lips to hers, he was gone. She watched as he chased after Parker, listened to Parker's shriek of laughter as Booth caught up with him, swinging him up into the air. Then she began to walk toward them, completely unaware of the smile on her face.

OH my gosh. I absolutely loved it. It was warm and fuzzy and just plain beautiful.

fics with Parker are always cute.....but this was even cuter than normal.....becuase Bones and Booth were kinda cute too.....

Aaawwwww to both. I can't wait to read your next part.

Aw... i thought this was bumped with a new chapter. Guess I'll have to wait 'til tomorrow like a good little girl!

It's coming, I promise! AnaG's just feeling a little under the weather, so we are behind!

Aw. I hope she gets better soon! And I hope a new Scribbles is up soon!

A/N: So sorry about missing last week…but Scribbles is back! This week’s words were “sympathy” and “propriety”. And though those two words might seem to lend themselves to something dark or somber….you just might be surprised. Wills and I had an absolute blast writing this shot. Hope you enjoy!-AnaG and Willgirl

Chin held high, Brennan stalked away from the scene, trying to maintain as much dignity as she could--a prospect made a little more difficult by the fact that the spindly heel of one of her very beautiful, very expensive new stillettos had managed to detach itself from the sole of her left shoe. She could hear Booth calling her name, but ignored him as she neared her car. Only a few steps, she thought as she fumbled for her keys, and she could put the humiliation behind her.

She sensed him moving closer and quickenend her pace, not ready to face another jab at her already wounded pride. In her haste, she overlooked the buckle in the sidewalk, and bobbled the keys as she struggled to maintain the already precarious balance caused by her traitorous shoes. She heard them hit the ground in front of her with a cheerful jangle and closed her eyes.

"Great. Just...wonderful." She muttered under her breath as she maneuvered the full chiffon skirt out of her way, searching for the keyring.

"Looking for these?"

Her spine stiffened at the sound of his voice. She turned slowly and found him looking at her with that damn grin still plastered on his face as he held her keyring on the tip of one finger. Irritation trumping embarrassment, she snatched the keys from him without a word and turned back to her car.

"Hey! What did I do?" He asked.

"You did...you were..." She sputtered, unable to get the words out. She jammed the key in the lock and turned in an attempt to open the door. Apparently the door had other plans.

"Dammit." She cursed under her breath as she tried to pull out the key and start all over again. Unfortunately the key remained stuck in the lock.

"Here Bones, let me try." He said, coming towards her.

"Just don't." she muttered, fiddling with the key again. Booth ignored her and moved around to the other side of the car door, reaching for the keys.

"Booth, just leave". She said, struggling with the key. He reached for it at the same time as she was pulling on it hard, causing her to take a step back. Unfortunately she stepped on her chiffon dress and teetered for a moment, almost losing her balance. But she managed to keep standing and she took another step towarsd him to retrieve her keys.

It was then that her stilletto completely collasped and she slipped on the pavement, falling backwards and hitting the ground with a hard thump. She was definately going to have a bruise there tommorrow.

She groaned and opened her eyes, seeing Booth holding back a chuckle as he held out his hand to her. She huffed and ignored him, launching herself up on her elbows and surveying the damage. Her shoe was broken, her dress was ripped and most horrifyingly, for the second time that night, her granny panties were on display.

"Let me help." He said, barely containing the mirth in his voice.

"I can do it myself." She replied huffily, rolling over and using her hands to hoist herself up to her knees. She grabbed the car door and finally made her way to her feet, looking at him angrily, daring him to crack another smile.

"What? This is my fault now?" He asked as he took a step back from her glare.

"No. But a little sympathy would have been nice, Booth." She replied.

"Sympa...Look, I'm trying to be chilvarous here and you keep swatting me down."

"Chilvary has a way of losing its charm when the bearer is laughing his way through it."

"No. No, you're right. What happened to you tonight, that was....I'm sorry, that was freaking hilarious." He said, dissolving into laughter.

"Booth!" She crossed her arms, indignant that he wasn't chastised in the slightest.

"You know what you need, Bones?" He asked once he gained some semblance of propriety.

"A new partner?"

"No. You need to learn to laugh at yourself every once in awhile. Makes it a little easier, you know, to handle things like this."

"I don't need another life lesson right now, Booth." She sighed and leaned back against the car. "All I want to do is go home and forget the entire night even happened. I have never been so embarrassed."

She was looking down at her ruined shoes, but sensed him moving beside her.

"C'mon, Bones. It's not that bad. So what if a few hundred people saw you go ass over teakettle....is that really the worst thing that's ever happened?"

"No." she muttered under her breath. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"Look," he said, slinging his arm around her shoulders, "Why don't we take my car and come get yours tommorrow? We can get some Wong Foo's, watch a movie or two, whaddya say?"

"Well..." She trailed off as her stomach growled traitorously.

"See?" He commented, gesturing towards her stomach. "I know you are hungry. I am too. That food was awful."

"I guess."

She let him lead her away from her car, hobbling as she followed him.

"The chicken did taste like plastic." She noted.

"Tell me about it." He exclaimed. "And the vegetables? They looked fake. I was dying for Sid's all night."

He looked over and saw her trailing behind him.

She was concentrating on her feet when suddenly her whole body was up in the air.

"Wha..? Booth!"

"Look Bones, if you don't let me carry you, it will take hours to get to the car."

"I'm not some inspid female who.."

"I never said you were." He interrupted. "I'm just trying to be logical."

Laughter bubbled up within her and she tried to keep it down, albeit unsucessfully. Her chuckles soon turned into full blown giggles and by the time they reached his car, she had tears streaming down her face.

She felt his chest vibrate with laughter as well and found herself being carefully set down as he opened her car door.

"Thanks Booth." She said, totally conscious of the fact that her hand was still on his chest and that his was around her waist.

"No problem Bones." He replied, moving in a bit closer. He tilted his head so that his lips were at her ear.

"Besides, I always had a thing for granny panties."

Hehehhee so cute!!! Great job! Oh my gosh, I love Scribbles! I look forward to it every week. Last week was so incomplete without it.

I missed it too last week.....
and I loved this weeks story. although I felt kinda sorry for Brennnan. didn't seem to be her day.....but she can always count on Booth to make her laugh again.....
can't wait for next week!

fabulous job guys...lol, holding my sides cute...
sexy when he scooped her up...

fab

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. We are both excited that there are people reading and that you are enjoying. This week's words were ridiculous and maggoty. That immediately brought to mind a certain entomologist...

He blinked again as he tried to focus on what Rogerson was droning on about. He knew he should pay attention to this, after all this was his company. But his mind kept drifting to the new samples in the lab. A case had come in as he was leaving and he was mildly embarassed to reveal that he had a once a year board meeting that demanded his attention. Cam had waved him off and Angela had given him a quick squeeze on the shoulder as he passed by.

And now he was here; a stale pastry in front of him along with a binderful of the most important notes ever, all written in the same font and all with the magical ability to melt into the pages.

He looked at Rogerson again as he gestured wildly about something and he sighed.

A meeting like this was precisely why he decided to hand over control of the Cantilever Group to the board members.

Not like that didn't cause a big fight with his parents. His dad didn't really fight, just spoke in low, harsh tones that would cut through you if they could. His mother had a tendency to get hysterical. Upon telling them at the age of 18 his plans to enter the field of science, his father pointed to the study and then proceeded to give an hour and a half lecture about responsibility. When that didn't stick, his father then threatened disinheritence.

He packed up his bags and left the house that night.

But a week later, he returned. His parents had been killed in a car crash and he was now the sole heir of the Cantilever Group and all it's holdings. As he cleaned out his father's study one night, he found the papers that were drawn up to disinherit him. They were never signed.

It didn't hurt all that much, seeing how easy it had been for his father to cut him out of his life. They had never understood each other and both had long since given up trying to bridge the distance between them. That realization, more than anything, was what finally brought the tears to his eyes.

Maybe it was that lost chance that goaded him to continue his search of his father's papers, trying to learn more about the father he'd never really known. He should have known to leave well enough alone. Backroom deals. Infidelity. Accounting "irregularities" and what bordered on outright blackmail. All of the evidence was there, his father as meticulous in his record keeping as he had been in listing the perceived failing of his only son.

After three days and nights mired in that, he was more certain than ever that he wanted nothing to do with the world his father lived in, that he would never be like him. He'd come out the other end of the experience determined to divest himself of every tainted asset.

Unfortunately, the conservators of the estate had more to say about that than a 18 year old kid--no matter his net worth. But he still did his best to ignore the legacy, immersing himself in his studies, made himself ridiculously content in the world of maggots and slime.

He still cashed the checks though. At first, he told himself there was tuition, books and food to pay for. He had to have a place to live. Yes, he admitted, there were the cars and the clothes and the parties. Spending time with the friends he'd grown up with didn't come cheaply to say the least. And somewhere along the way, he'd become accustomed to the ease that money brought, the extra comfort. And god help him--the women.

He didn't have a lot of girlfriends per say. More like a string of one night stands. He had a few steady ones in college, but they were all repelled by his love of bugs, even the science-y ones. Despite his love for a good party or two, he worked hard. He enjoyed school, strived to be the best in his field.

When he got to his Masters, he got to do field work. And that's when his love for entomology became an obsession. What others saw as maggoty, he saw as beautiful. His serious girlfriend at the time was Sarah Lennox and she had put up with a lot from him, indulging in his thoughts about the current 'situations' in the government to letting him explain how a garbage dump could actually be a beautiful thing. But when he showed up for their date once wearing overalls and carrying a jar full of callosbruchus maculates, she had enough and dumped him.

All throughout his Masters and his two subsquent Phd's, he stayed away from the mansion as much as possible, only crashing there overnight. The servants were still employed at times but the thought of someone else serving him made him uncomfortable. And all throughout, he was forced to attend this once a year board meeting, sign some important papers and pretend like he cared about this so called legacy his father left him.

Then he was finished and it was time to find a job. He was determined to find some hole in the wall place where he could hide who he really was and do what he really wanted.

That place turned out to be the Jeffersonian.

He almost didn't go for the interview. After all, it was in D.C., where he grew up. He didn't want to be connected in anyway to his family.

But he went and met Dr. Temperance Brennan and was immediately sold on the position. The lab had the latest equipment, there was possible fieldwork involved and most importantly, Dr. Brennan was a true scientist like he was. Six months later Angela joined them and a year and a half after that came Zach.

And in the way these things happen, the four of them went from colleagues to friends. At different paces and to varying degrees. With Angela he found common ground in shunning established norms. Zach began as a cipher, a twisted puzzle to translate--but to the only child in him, the one that had grown up in an too-empty house, the guy became like a kid brother--albeit a strange one. And Dr. Brennan, well she was tougher to categorize. He admired her skill, wanted her respect...and was more than a little intimidated by her knowledge.

But he always knew that she got it. They all did. The only people that he ever met that understood his fascination with the mysterious perfections of science. The symmetry of insects. The crystalline strength in even the smallest grain of feldspar. The order it brought to chaos. Those were the things that mattered more than status and stock options and boardrooms.

The lab was his home. Those people, his family in the way that DNA and pedigrees could never support. Even when he was old, decrepit and on the steep slope to senility--he would still point to those years as the most peaceful and content of his life. From the day he stepped into the Jeffersonian to the day he realized that he was utterly smitten with Angela.

Because, even for the hard-core empricist, love changes everything.

He felt a slight nudge from the side and looked over Charlie Miller, one of the newer board members and he sat a little straighter. He hoped to God that the meeting would be over shortly and wondered whether he could get close enought to Board Member #3 to determine if that was a weave or not.

And as it did every year, the same thought rolled around in his head. Maybe his father was right. Sometimes the death and the slime and the maggots got to him. When you literally looked death in the face at work everyday, it can be a little overwhelming.

Yet, a brief glance around the table reassured him. He could never be one of these corporate suits. That didn't make him any less, no matter what his father ever thought.

The meeting ended and he stood and stretched, grabbing his papers and hoping to head out as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately the entrance was blocked by the chairman of the board who trying to cajole him into a business lunch.

"Sorry." He said, a grin appearing on his face. "I've got a case."