Sorry it took so long! Here it is:
Who does he think he is? Jason Williams. I'm sure I could Google him and find some dirt. o I could hire that stalker we used a while ago...What was his name? Oh well, I can ask Booth if it comes to that. I'll have Jason drop me off at the hospital after this...thing that we're doing. I'll have to call Angela for a ride back, but I have to see him again. Last time was hard, but easier at the same time. I don't think that's physically possible. Oh well, I can ask him what to do... Brennan thought to herself as Jason led her to a table. They were seated at the front tavolo of the very same commensale, diner Booth had recalled going to. It hurt that Jason and Seeley had something in common, but Brennan just kept quiet, it would be over soon. If he orders pie, so help me I will kick him in the testicles.
"So, have te ever come here before? It's nice, very "ma n' pop"" detto Jason as he perused the menu. Brennan didn't answer, looking at her own menu.
"Okay..."
The rest of their meal followed in a similar way. Agent Williams would ask domande and Brennan would stay silent, picking at her Caesar salad.
"Can te drop me off here?" detto Brennan as they passed the hospital. Jason agreed, surprised that Brennan had spoken.
"Booth?" whispered Temperance as she poked her head into Booth's room. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. When he heard her, however, he quickly sat up and looked around for a chair, as if he was reach attraversare, croce the room to pull one closer. Brennan sat down in a chair (after pulling it closer) and looked at Booth, smiling.
"How are you? I see they took the bandages off, that's good. You're making some progress."
"Yeah. I haven't actually remembered anything, though. I know there's something extremely important I forgot, too. I would do anything to remember it." replied Booth, looking troubled. They stayed silent for a while, then, "Booth, I have to ask your advice...if that's okay."
"Yeah, 'course" he said.
"Well, the FBI assigned me a new partner, for while you're still recuperating. And, well his name is Jason Williams. He's scrawny and tall, and I can't stand him. He took me for lunch, right before I came here. He detto he wanted us to get to know one another. He's ridiculous. he tried talking to me, and he took us to the diner. our diner, on 22nd. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's like another know-it-all Sweets'. What should I do?" rushed Temperance.
"Williams? He's a newby, I think. Our diner, huh? He really doesn't what he's doing, can't even be a gentleman and ask where te wanted to go?"
Brennan laughed, "He didn't even ask if I wanted to eat lunch with him. He practically dragged me to the car."
"Well, we really have a problem then. Why didn't te punch, punzone him? Karate chop, even? That's not like you." he smiled.
Brennan stopped smiling. Had he remembered? Was this another trick? Another experiment? "What?"
"Come on, Bones. Use your moves on the guy! te could beat up a professional wrestler. I mean, in Vegas, te shoulda been the one in the fight. te knew he had a, a...calcium thing? I dunno, but it got me to win. Solved the whole murder!" detto Booth happily.
Brennan jumped up, furious now. "How dare you! te son of a bitch! How could te be so...so evil! This is worse then when te didn't tell te were alive!"
"What? Bones calm down, what'd I do?" Booth stuttered. "Shit! Holy hell, I remembered!" Booth yelled, sitting up and preparing to get out of bed.
"Don't te dare pretend like it was some sudden thing.You remembered the entire time, didn't you? I'm filing fora new partner, a permanent one." Brennan growled.
"Temperance, I swear, I just remembered. Talking to you, about the commensale, diner and all that, it triggered it. Bones, I would never hurt te like that."
Who does he think he is? Jason Williams. I'm sure I could Google him and find some dirt. o I could hire that stalker we used a while ago...What was his name? Oh well, I can ask Booth if it comes to that. I'll have Jason drop me off at the hospital after this...thing that we're doing. I'll have to call Angela for a ride back, but I have to see him again. Last time was hard, but easier at the same time. I don't think that's physically possible. Oh well, I can ask him what to do... Brennan thought to herself as Jason led her to a table. They were seated at the front tavolo of the very same commensale, diner Booth had recalled going to. It hurt that Jason and Seeley had something in common, but Brennan just kept quiet, it would be over soon. If he orders pie, so help me I will kick him in the testicles.
"So, have te ever come here before? It's nice, very "ma n' pop"" detto Jason as he perused the menu. Brennan didn't answer, looking at her own menu.
"Okay..."
The rest of their meal followed in a similar way. Agent Williams would ask domande and Brennan would stay silent, picking at her Caesar salad.
"Can te drop me off here?" detto Brennan as they passed the hospital. Jason agreed, surprised that Brennan had spoken.
"Booth?" whispered Temperance as she poked her head into Booth's room. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. When he heard her, however, he quickly sat up and looked around for a chair, as if he was reach attraversare, croce the room to pull one closer. Brennan sat down in a chair (after pulling it closer) and looked at Booth, smiling.
"How are you? I see they took the bandages off, that's good. You're making some progress."
"Yeah. I haven't actually remembered anything, though. I know there's something extremely important I forgot, too. I would do anything to remember it." replied Booth, looking troubled. They stayed silent for a while, then, "Booth, I have to ask your advice...if that's okay."
"Yeah, 'course" he said.
"Well, the FBI assigned me a new partner, for while you're still recuperating. And, well his name is Jason Williams. He's scrawny and tall, and I can't stand him. He took me for lunch, right before I came here. He detto he wanted us to get to know one another. He's ridiculous. he tried talking to me, and he took us to the diner. our diner, on 22nd. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's like another know-it-all Sweets'. What should I do?" rushed Temperance.
"Williams? He's a newby, I think. Our diner, huh? He really doesn't what he's doing, can't even be a gentleman and ask where te wanted to go?"
Brennan laughed, "He didn't even ask if I wanted to eat lunch with him. He practically dragged me to the car."
"Well, we really have a problem then. Why didn't te punch, punzone him? Karate chop, even? That's not like you." he smiled.
Brennan stopped smiling. Had he remembered? Was this another trick? Another experiment? "What?"
"Come on, Bones. Use your moves on the guy! te could beat up a professional wrestler. I mean, in Vegas, te shoulda been the one in the fight. te knew he had a, a...calcium thing? I dunno, but it got me to win. Solved the whole murder!" detto Booth happily.
Brennan jumped up, furious now. "How dare you! te son of a bitch! How could te be so...so evil! This is worse then when te didn't tell te were alive!"
"What? Bones calm down, what'd I do?" Booth stuttered. "Shit! Holy hell, I remembered!" Booth yelled, sitting up and preparing to get out of bed.
"Don't te dare pretend like it was some sudden thing.You remembered the entire time, didn't you? I'm filing fora new partner, a permanent one." Brennan growled.
"Temperance, I swear, I just remembered. Talking to you, about the commensale, diner and all that, it triggered it. Bones, I would never hurt te like that."