**story 12 in the Bobby/Tara series** If the people and places I introduced you to all the way back in 'Unexpected Wishing' appear.... Wong Foo's.... Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan and Company happen to appear.... (which if you look at where the first scene is set... they just might...LOL) I don't own them any more than I do the rest of the STFBE gang.... On the other note... This is the February installment of our continuing saga..... First portion courtesy of TREENIE's prodding.....
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2/1... Thursday... Wong Foo's... 10 pm

Bobby and Jack were working on the appetizer platter Sid had delivered to their table. "So why here tonight, Jack?" Bobby asked. "Not that I'm complaining. Sid makes really good food."

Jack grinned. "Just thought we could use a change of pace."

Bobby shrugged. "What's on your mind, Sparky?"

Jack frowned. "Who said anything's on my mind?" He asked, grabbing an eggroll and chewing on it. Bobby just looked at him with a brow raised. Jack rolled his eyes and finished chewing before he spoke. "How did you know so quickly that Tara was the one?"

"I told you that three weeks ago, Sparky." Bobby said patiently, taking a swig of his beer. "She saves me."

"Yeah, but you were already engaged then. What told you that you couldn't go one more day without ensuring that she was willing to be yours for the rest of your lives?" Jack quizzed him.

"Aw.... Come on Jack. Get real." Bobby said with a laugh. "It's not like there's an email that shows up telling you it's time to wise up and get moving. You've got to trust your heart and let the magic happen." He leaned forward and jabbed Jack in the shoulder. "If Sue is your dream come true, then don't delay your ever after, mate."

Jack nodded. "So there wasn't any one certain thing that stood out for you?" He asked.

Bobby sighed. "You're beyond hope, Sparky. You should have made this move at least 2 years ago." He ate a piece of BBQ pork and chewed on it thoughtfully. "Listen. You could ask D the same question and he'll tell you the same thing. You'll know it's the right time, when it's the right time." He grinned at Jack's confused look and looked up briefly. "Oh... hey... Booth's here." Bobby waved the other agent over. "Seeley Booth. It's been way too long."

Booth smiled and shook their hands. "Hey guys. What's it been.... 3 months?" he asked, scratching his head. They had worked together on a case in October, right during the time Bobby and Tara as well as Jack and Sue started dating.

"Oh... at least that." Jack said, slapping Booth's shoulder and inviting him to sit down. "How's Dr. Brennan?"

"Driving me crazy as usual." Booth joked. "She's had a rough patch lately. Family stuff. But she's good."

Bobby nodded. "Tara said she stopped by the girls night they had during Christmas."

Booth grinned. "Yeah, her and Angela both. I hear congratulations are in order for the two of you..."

Bobby grinned back. "And how'd you hear that?"

"Bones talks to Tara on a weekly basis. She says it's their anthropological inevitability to talk and bond together because of how similar their childhoods are. I just say it's girl talk." Booth took a swig of his beer. "But if I know Bones.... there's more to it then that. They've been talking about me."

Jack and Bobby exchanged glances. "How do you figure?" Jack asked.

"Bones has been calling me Hoppy." Booth scowled. "That's Tara's nickname for me."

"That's right." Bobby nodded.

Jack nodded as well. "We never did hear that story. How about spilling it?" he said, nonchalantly.

Booth looked nervously between Jack and Bobby. "I dunno guys. She always said she'd kill me if I said anything to the two of you."

Jack frowned. "This stems from something the two of you worked on together?"

Booth nodded and played with his bottle of beer. "First cover together." He sighed. "Look... you really want to know I'll tell you. After all, you are dating her." He said to Bobby.

"Engaged, remember?" Bobby commented casually.

"Yeah" Booth grinned. "Good for you. You're good for her, I could see that back in October." He said, eating one of the eggrolls. "Alright.... if you really want to know...."

Mionebristow, this is looking great! I can't wait for more!



I just love hearing about how people got their nicknames!

More soon please

Glad to see that you are continuing with these characters.
Can't wait for more

Dianna

I dont know Bones, very well but I hope I can still follow

Ahh hun you left it before you got to my favorite part. I have yet to read but if its what we talked about

I am giggly lol

MIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!

hehehe sounds familiar? there you go forgetting the next part again...

Yippee -- I'm joining in at the beginning. It's like being reunited with old friends.
kav

yippee skippy

another of your stories

can't wait for more

I'm on board and ready to go!! I love Bones and STFBE together!! And, I love this series so far - can't wait for you to continue!!!

Joy

WOOHOO! Another story of Mionbristow!
And what a beginning! Three gorgeous men all in the same place! I'm sure that the out of the window of that restaurant there are hundreds of girls swooning all over the street!

Ornella

aw shucks! You sure know how to make a girl feel loved.... or is it because I've added in the adorable Seeley Booth... ?
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"YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!" Bobby roared, unsure if he'd actually heard what he thought he did. His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly.

Jack glared at Booth. "Easy Crash...." He muttered out of the side of his mouth. "Spill the rest of it Booth!" He said menacingly, his protectiveness of Tara showing in the glowering look he was pinning on Booth. He leaned forward towards him.

Booth watched the two of them warily and wondered if he really should be telling them this without Bones around as back up. 'She's really got a knack about defusing threatening people' He thought. Booth held up his hands. "Listen.... guys...." He started, chuckling nervously. "It was our cover. We were all on different cases back then... remember?" Bobby grudgingly nodded but still scowled at Booth. "The higher ups thought it best for Tips to be angry with me for 'selling' her to a strip club so they said I couldn't tell her." Booth took a gulp of his beer, wincing as he remembered what had taken place next.

"Yeah... so?" Jack prodded, drumming his fingers on the table.

Booth shrugged. "She's got a good kick on her... Tips does. She kicked me so hard in one shin that I was hopping around and then... boom... out of no where, she kicks me just as hard in the other one." Bobby and Jack chuckled at the picture. Booth scowled at them. "You wouldn't be laughing if she'd kicked you in the shins." He muttered. "Anyway... I couldn't walk without hopping for the entire two week assignment."

"Hence the nickname of Hoppy." Jack summarized. Booth nodded.

"That's all fine and dandy for your nickname..." Bobby said, his eyes narrow slits as he stared at Tara's former partner. "But why is Tara... Tips?"

Booth looked anxious for a moment before Jack reminded him that he'd agreed to tell them the whole story. He bit his lip but finally started to detail Tara's assignment during the cover.

Jack looked at Bobby in alarm when he heard the snap of the chopstick. Bobby's jaw was set in a grim line and his eyes were like flashing emeralds. Jack looked back at Booth. "Do you actually have any reason to believe that she was actually performing lap dances?" he asked.

Booth shrugged. "No cameras in the back rooms. All I know is the club buzz when we finished was that none of the other girls were sad to see me come and drag Tara away. She'd cornered the market on high tips. They were also grumbling that their big client's weren't coming back to them, but going to other clubs."

Bobby's eyes glinted dangerously in the dim light. "High tips?" He questioned, in a way too calm tone.

Jack placed a warning hand on his arm. "You know... during your poker cover... I thought it was odd that they said Tara wouldn't approve. After what she shared about her childhood, I thought it was just because of her not liking gambling. But maybe she didn't like you using her hard earned money." He chuckled nervously.

Bobby glared at him murderously, but before he could speak, Booth spoke up. "You're a recovering gambler too?" He studied Bobby carefully. Bobby nodded. "Me too." Booth said quietly. "It became the way for me to escape the pressures of sniper life." Jack nodded, he knew all to well the pressures of being a sniper.

Bobby's eyes were still narrowed and he crushed a fortune cookie with his hand. He glanced at the fortune briefly before crumpling it and tossing it aside. 'Trust your heart not your head.' He scoffed mentally. 'Yeah right.' He frowned at his hands, Tara had been hiding this from him. She could have spilled it all during the October case when it came up. She had a lot of explaining to do. He shoved his plate away. "I gotta go." he muttered as he slid out of the booth and grabbed his coat. He nodded coldly to Jack and Booth before stalking out of the restaurant.

Jack looked at Booth. "So should we call Tara?" He asked, looking at his watch. Booth shrugged and they finished the appetizers before they said good night and headed for home.

If that is where Bobby is going . . . trust the fortune cookie Bobby

Oh no!

2/2.... Friday.... Tara's Apartment.... 2 AM

Tara's eyes opened slowly and she listened momentarily before closing them again. 'Must.... be..... dreaming....' her brain tapped out as she heard the noise again. Someone was pounding on her door. Very loudly. "Bobby?" She mumbled. But why would Bobby be pounding and not using his key or just picking the lock? Tara kept one eye shut as she realized that the tv was still on and the lights were on. She struggled out from under the blanket she'd pulled over herself while watching Leno and made her way to the door. She looked out and groaned when she saw Bobby pounding on the door, a very dark and disturbing look in his eyes. She couldn't believe it. Pounding the door when the yabbo had a key. She flipped the lock and opened it a crack. "Use your bloody key, you drongo!" She snapped as she slammed the door shut again and flipped the lock. Tara glared at the door as she backed away and waited, eyes closed again for him to come in.

Bobby stared at her door. He scratched his head, did she really just open the door, tell him off and then slam it again? His eyes narrowed further and cursing under his breath, he fished his keys out and opened the door. "WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME WERE YOU THINKING?" He roared at her when he saw her.

Tara blinked at him, eyes still sleepy and not fully open, but he was starting to tick her off. She stared at him through heavy lidded eyes and stifled a yawn. "What? is it illegal to fall asleep during Leno now?" She asked, puzzled at his appearance in her home, at this time of night. Bobby glared as she yawned again. "Do you know what time it is? Either shut up or go away." She said as she turned away from him to go turn off the tv and lights and go actually to bed instead of the couch.

Bobby's hand snaked out and he yanked her to him roughly. "Are you sure that's what you wanted to say luv?" His eyes gilnted dangerously at her and his tone was cold and deadly.

Tara studied him. 'Uh-oh... what did I do?' she wondered. He hadn't exactly been very forth coming with details of what was putting him in his wild state. "Yes." Tara hissed at him, trying to wrestle her arm out of his grip. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" She yelled. "Just because we're engaged, Bobby Manning... Doesn't mean you can just barge in here at 2 am and wake me up because you're too drunk to remember that you have a key and can use the darn thing to walk in and gently wake me up... because for pete's sake you silly Koala... it's almost 2 bloody thirty in the morning!" She ranted, glaring at him. "So whatever it is... better bloody well be worth it. And when did I start swearing like you. It's totally annoying." She pushed at his chest, trying to make him let her go.

Tara's outburst had merely fueled Bobby's fire. Where she had been shrieking, his voice dropped to a deadly calm level tone that usually concerned Tara greatly. He stared coolly at her. "Oh and when exactly were you going to tell me about your assignment with Booth? or should I say Hoppy? .... TIPS?" He asked, eyes narrowed and his breathing heavy as to maintain control over how furious he was with her.

Tara raised a brow at him. "I'm so not having this conversation with you now." Tara said back, just as evenly. "You can either leave or sleep on the couch." She said as she stomped... hard.... on his toes.

Bobby cursed under his breath and released her to grab his foot. Tara didn't look back as she stormed into her room and slammed the door.

At least it wasn't the shins, lol Tara i know its late but you need to talk, to calm him down

Woah, Tara really doesn't like having her sleep disturbed, does she???



What is she trying to do? Give him a new nickname???


Can't wait for more ..... soon please

Maybe so.... If he was pounding on the door... when he has a key and even if he didn't have a key... hello!!!! best lock picker in the FBI... I would be upset too, like Tara at having my sleep disturbed. Especially since she wasn't expecting him... he was with Jack...
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Bobby glowered at her bedroom door for a while, as he rubbed his squished toes. He wasn't really drunk, he'd only had one beer. But he had been so mad.... "Shouldn't have pounded the door..." He muttered. 'Shouldn't have grabbed her so roughly either.' He thought as he grabbed a pillow and comtemplated muffling a yell in it. He rolled his eyes and abandoned the thought as quickly as it came. He loved Tara.... plain and simple. And the thought of her 'performing' for an audience when he had respected her wishes and what she told him her beliefs were...... made him very angry. He felt his blood pressure start to rise again.

Bobby pummelled the throw pillows and tried to find a comfortable place so he could try to fall asleep. Sleep was a fickle mistress tonight. He didn't know why he hadn't asked her about the story before. 'Shouldn't have had to ask.' He thought as he rolled onto his side. Bobby sighed and took a deep breath, inhaling her lingering scent from where her head had rested before he so rudely had woken her up.

'Tomorrow....' He thought as he yawned and allowed sleep to claim him. He'd deal with the aftermath of Tara tomorrow.

That cant be good!

Is it tommorrow yet? I don't think i would sleep well if i was him

I could just see Tara kicking Booth in the shins!!!

I do believe Bobby is over-reacting about Tara and her part in the undercover!! Too, he's right, he shouldn't have pounded on the door!! And, now he has Tara angry and he has squished toes!! I think he needs to go out and come back in again!!!

Joy

I think that Tara is going to have a very amusing tale to tell and Bobby is going to feel appropriately chastened! One thing's for sure -- they won't be bored in their married life!

kav

sorry... can't say i blame tara for everything... bobby is being a mite too unreasonable.

You go, Tara!

Yeah... you know... Bobby failed to remember that it was technically tomorrow already.... LOL
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Tara leaned up against the door, tears springing into her eyes. She rubbed her arm, absently where he'd grabbed her. She hadn't thought much about the fact that she'd never managed to tell the guys the story behind Booth's nickname for her. She'd told Lucy and Sue... the same night that they'd had dinner with Dr. Brennan and Angela. Tara grinned, in spite of her tears. That case had been one of the best ones they'd ever had. Not only had she gained two new best girlfriends... but Bobby and she had gone on their first date the Saturday after the dinner with the girls. 'Look at us now.' she thought ruefully. 'Engaged and screaming at each other...' Tara sighed. They had no gray areas, she realized. No warm... no neutral zones. It was all... black. white. hot. cold. war. peace. sweet. spicy. Not that she really minded. It was actually nice to be with someone who knew what he wanted. Someone who she thought trusted her. Tara rubbed her hands over her face. It was almost too much to think about. And every single time they fought... they swore they'd talk things through the next time and not need the team to help put them back together again. But here it is... a month and a half since their last fight and it was happening all over again. She looked down at the engagement ring on her finger and fiddled with it. Sighing again, she brushed a kiss across the ring, since she was mad at the giver of the ring and wouldn't kiss him tonight.

Tara crawled into bed, praying that when morning truly arrived, this would all turn out to have been a dream. 'A crazy... stupid dream.' she groaned, trying to get comfortable. Somehow, tonight, it wasn't comforting to know that Bobby was on the couch. She tossed and turned, knowing that this was just like any other time they fought, she wouldn't be able to sleep well. And on top of it... her double crossing heart had already forgiven him and didn't want to be mad at him or for him to be mad at her. "Fine..." She muttered aloud. "But he's staying on the couch." She thought that saying might allow her to fall asleep, but it didn't.

Around 4 am, Tara had enough and stealthily crept out of her room and stood, watching him as he slept on the couch. She felt slightly peeved that he was asleep. "Men." she muttered as she went and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest.

"Thought you were mad at me." Bobby mumbled, still mostly asleep, as he wound an arm around her to pull her closer and away from the edge of the couch.

"I am... but only when I'm not trying to sleep." Tara mumbled back. Bobby pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he heard her breathing level out and they both fell asleep.

What comes next should be enlightening!

Ahh hun, i still am excited to hear about the working it out

They certainly get angry with each other, don't they? I adored how Tara couldn't sleep and in the end gave in and snuggled up with Bobby on the sofa.

I'm looking forward to the next post!

Take care,

Sairs

I hope their 'discussion' later won't be too angry after falling asleep in each other's arms.

Ah yes... love.... Tara can never sleep when they're not speaking to each other....
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Bobby stretched and rolled over, his eyes flying open when he heard Tara's yelp and a muffled thump as she hit the floor. He peered over the edge of the couch at her.

Tara scowled up at him, rubbing her head where it had hit the leg of the coffee table. "You insensitive Koala." She muttered. "Can't be bothered to tell a girl when you're going to roll over?" She frowned at him and winced when her hand hit the bump that was starting to form.

Bobby sat up and pulled her back up on the couch. "Sorry." He said, searching through her hair for the bump. "Hang on Tara Luv." Bobby went and got her an ice pack from the freezer. He pressed a gentle kiss to the bump before holding the ice pack gently to it. "So... you're not mad at me anymore?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

Tara frowned. "I was... I am. But I couldn't sleep because...." She shrugged, looking up at him. "We have no gray areas." She said. Bobby looked confused. 'We don't do neutral, Bobby. It's always hot or cold, black or white... red or blue... there's no purple."

Bobby chuckled. "I guess you're right."

"We can't waste time guessing. It is or isn't with us. Bobby... if we're like this now.... What makes you so sure we can handle the ever after thing?" She asked, holding her breath.

Bobby looked at her. "It's in the vows we're taking in June, Tara. The vows aren't neutral. Better or worse... no ok or fine there. Richer or poorer.... no middle income." He kissed her forehead. "We don't need purple."

Tara giggled. "What we need is to not go to work and make them put us back together again." She said, soberly. "You were way out of line last night, you know that, right?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry I grabbed you so hard."

"And for waking me up?" Tara demanded, glaring at him. Bobby nodded. "You really should have used your key." She told him reproachfully.

"I know. But Booth telling the story of your nickname made me so mad I couldn't see straight, let alone think to use my key." Bobby said. "And I only had one beer, Tara luv. I don't drink much... ever."

Tara paled. She vaguely remembered him calling her Tips last night. "He... he.... he TOLD you?" She squeaked in disbelief. She bit her lip nervously. Booth hadn't been privy to all the details of her side of the case, just as she hadn't been in the loop about his side. She could understand now what Bobby had been so upset about last night.

Bobby studied her. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, a hurt look in his eye. "I mean... we've been dating since October and engaged and ..."

Tara silenced him with a finger to his lips. "I know... I know." She looked at him. "Listen to what you just said. It's been one thing after another. The case where it first came up... the ATF thing... the childhood stuff and your gambling... and getting engaged. When was I supposed to remember I brought something up that I hadn't told you yet... before we were even an item?" Bobby rolled his eyes. "Booth didn't know everything about my part of the assignment. Judging by your reaction, I can safely assume he told you what he thinks he knows. It wasn't as distasteful as he made it sound."

Well the only purple I see is on the bump that will be on her leg!

HMm, maybe you should explain then Tara

I wonder what the whole truth about Tara's nickname is?

Poor Tara, now she's got a bump to go with her lack of sleep!

Looking forward to more,

Sairs

So Tara woke up by being rolled off the couch? Yep, I'd say life with Bobby will never be boring.



I love this part! I totally agree with Bobby....who needs purple when it comes to things like that!

I dunno.... these guys are sure slow to lots of things but quick to conclusions.... Maybe it is time for a lesson on why it's best not to assume anything.... since it makes a... you know what out of u and me....
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Bobby glanced at the clock. "We've got time... Why don't you fill me in on what I don't know?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "Jack heard too, didn't he....?" Bobby nodded. "Ah well.... Sue knows so she'll set him straight before he gets to work." She commented, absently.

Bobby raised a brow. "SUE already knows?"

"Are you missing the point of what a girls night is all about?" Tara complained. "We weren't even dating yet when the girls found out. Sue, Lucy, Tempe, Angela and I all got together that second day Sue and I staked out the Jeffersonian." Tara said, slapping his arm when he still pouted. "I knew you and Jack would react badly." She fretted, sighing. "I should just let you think whatever you've already condemned me for."

She moved as if to get up, so Bobby snagged her around the waist. "I'm sorry, Tara luv." He said, nuzzling the spot behind her ear that always gave her shivers. "You're right. We should have come to you and not Booth for the story." He kissed her cheek. "So spill it."

Tara grinned. "See, Booth knew his part and kept me out of the loop and I was told to keep my part and not let him in my loop. Mine was a much more delicate loop to be in on." She snuggled into the comforting circle of his arms. "The part that Booth didn't know was that I had very small dosages of rohypnol, you know... one of the date rape drugs?" She looked up at him. "Really really small doses. The guys would follow me in for a drink and a dance, I'd serve them the doctored drinks and not even have to un-button a button. I'd grab what we needed, scans of the contents of their wallets.... cell phone scans... whatever. Then as they started coming around, I'd act like I was getting dressed." Tara shrugged. "They would be so embarassed that I was so regrettably forgettable and shoved huge wads of money at me as they were leaving. Hence... Tips." Bobby looked at her skeptically. "Honest Bobby. Now would you stop looking at me like you don't believe me? It's been long enough, I'm sure we can pull the case file so you can read my briefing."

Bobby chuckled. "Tara luv, to me, you will never be anything close to regrettably forgettable." He raised her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across the back of it. "You have engraved yourself on my soul." He sighed. "You know, I think I react so strongly to things that involve you... even things that happened before I had the right to react... because of how strong my love is for you. It feels like it wraps itself around every emotion and every part of my life."

Tara looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "That's beautiful, Bobby. You really feel that?" He nodded. Tara reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. "So am I forgiven? I swear, I think that's like the last thing you didn't know."

Bobby smiled. "You're forgiven. Can we call in sick today?"

Tara smirked. "Only if you're going to go shopping with me and weigh in on bridesmaids dresses. Which... we need to talk about that soon. I need to figure out who needs to shop for one."

"I'd rather weigh in on wedding dresses." Bobby said, making a face.

"Ah.... um... well.... no." Tara said, shaking her head. "You'd only be looking to see how easy it will be to get me out of it. Besides, it's bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding."

Bobby's jaw dropped. "I hadn't even thought about how easy we need the dress to be to get you out of...." He said, teasingly.

"Well, get over it. You ain't going shopping with me for my dress. I'm doing that on Sunday with the girls."

"While I'm at my meeting..." Tara nodded. Bobby pressed kisses along her jaw. "I might go tomorrow though.... D said something about a Superbowl party on Sunday." He kissed her. "Ok, Tara luv. We won't call in sick. Although if Sue doesn't tell Sparky, you might wish you rethought that decision...." He suggested hopefully.

"You're impossible." Tara groaned as she got off the couch and headed to go get ready for a Friday at the office.

Ah explained, now i wonder if Jack talked to Sue yet or will he open his month before getting all the facts lol

What a charmer! Loved it!

Too cute

Tara is so going to keep that boy in line forever after! And I think she should get a dress that has lacing and zippers and 50 tiny pearl buttons and lots and lots of velcro!!!

kav

Bobby and Tara are getting married.

Tara's explanation of her nickname was fab! She's a very resourceful girl!

She's certainly going to keep Bobby in line when they're married. I loved her remark about Bobby looking for a wedding dress on how quick it would take for him to help Tara out of it!

Looking forward to the next installement!

So like a man, Booth just assumed the worst!! Of course, we know Tara and know she had it covered so nothing would happen!!!

Bobby is so cute, not thinking about how easy the wedding dress would be to remove - sure!!!

Joy

Aw... come on... Bobby's innocent.... NOT! figures though... doesn't it? Once Tara mentions it... then he's all interested.... LOL
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Friday... 2/2.... Bullpen... 8:45 am

Bobby and Tara arrived in the bullpen together. Sue pulled Tara aside. "Jack's not very happy with you today, by the way." She said, looking worriedly at her boyfriend. Levi whimpered his assessment. Jack had been entirely too focused on Tara for Levi's liking. He snuffed a sigh and settled down at Sue's feet.

Tara frowned. "Not happy with me today? What did I do?"

Sue wrinkled her nose. "He came to get me this morning and other than brushing an absentminded kiss on my cheek when I got in the car...." Tara winced. "All he's been focused on is you. And Booth's nickname for you. Booth apparently showed up at Wong Foo's last night and they must have threatened him into telling them."

"Trust me... I'm well aware of the fact that Bobby knows what Booth told them." Tara scowled briefly at her fiance's back. "Did you set him straight?"

Sue rolled her eyes and tapped a finger on Tara's temple. "Tara...." She sighed. "You made us pinky swear at that girls night that we'd never tell any of them. I couldn't break that promise. Besides, it's your story to tell. I'm not sure he'd have believed me." Tara nodded but scowled in Jack's direction. "You know D and Myles wanted to know as well. You might as well use the morning briefing to..." NIP IT IN THE BUD she signed.

"I'll nip Booth in the bud." Tara muttered darkly. She brightened. "Maybe I should just kick him in the shins again." Sue giggled. "I'll work it out with Tempe. Sue... how did we end up with guys that are only quick when it comes to jumping to conclusions?" She asked with a rueful smile.

Sue grinned and patted Tara on the arm. "Because God knew we were around to keep them in check." They giggled together as they headed into the bullpen to participate in the morning briefing.

Oh no jack

What's Jack so grumpy about? She's Bobby's fiance, so I could understand him being upset, but Jack is just too funny!



Looking forward to more soon

Jack dont jump to conclusions you should know better <----that is Tara towards Booth!

Can't wait the morning briefing.

Sorry.... Tara's line of 'I'll nip Booth in the bud...' muttered darkly by her just makes me fall off my chair laughing every time so it's really hard to post....
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After Tara set everyone straight at the morning briefing.... correcting damage that Jack had already been in the process of inflicting when Bobby walked in and stopped him, the morning passed quickly. Before lunch, a sheepish looking Jack stopped at Tara's desk to apologize for jumping to conclusions. "No problem. You see... it's Booth's paranoia over the fact that I talk with Tempe... erm... Dr. Brennan, every week that caused this." Tara said, smiling at him. "Hmmm.... I wonder if she and Angela want to tag along for dress shopping...." She murmured as the thought occured to her and she turned back to her computer. Jack was left completely out of her mental loop and was standing by her desk, confused at how quickly she switched gears on him.

Sue laughed at him when he stopped by her desk. "Well... she does have to switch gears quickly. The wedding is only 4 1/2 months away, Sparky."

Jack's eyes widened. He hadn't realized just how quickly that day would show up. "Right." He said, quickly, shrugging. "Knew that." He kissed her quickly before he went to his desk to finish up the follow-up reports on his recently closed files that were still on his desk.

Sue watched him go, a slight frown on her face. She supposed it was to be expected. Jack appeared to be happy with the course that their relationship was on. 'But when will it be time for us to take the steps Bobby and Tara have?' She wondered. The two couples had been dating for the same amount of time. Bobby and Tara had exactly... 'Four days extra on us.' Sue thought, blowing her bangs out of her face with an impatient breath. Yet... Tara was the only one with a diamond. Bobby had proposed on Christmas Eve, surely Jack knew that her only answer could ever be yes.... should he actually ask that question. "Not everything should be unspoken communication." She grumbled to Levi when he put his head in her lap. Sue sighed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed across the bullpen on that curly dark head, bent over his paperwork. 'I'll just have to come up with the plan. He's so slow on things.... I may have to trump him a bit.' She thought. 'Yes... Jack Hudson... You won't know what hit you if you haven't made this move before Valentine's day.' Sue pursed her lips as the plan came to her. "I'll do it for you." She mumbled, before she looked up to make sure no one had actually heard her speak. Sue settled back down to her own paperwork, finally certain that something would be done in this area no later than the 14th.

interesting, very interesting!

I love her determination and she's right, Jack could use a little push ....or a big shove in the right direction!

jack sure needs a push in the right direction

cath