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seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-11-20 15:05:00

Entry tags:

sam winchester, seeley booth

Who: Booth and Sam
What:Pie!...really.
When:Backdated slightly to a few days ago
Where:diner with amazing pie
Warnings:P is for pie

Slow day at the office had been slow despite the recent sniper shooting of Burt. Booth knew he should have been a little more sensitive toward the topic since he knew Burt a little, but in all honesty it was hard. He dealt with death on a daily basis. It really didn't bother him as much as it should have. That was when he knew he should take a step back and take a break. Ziva was on vacation, his part in the Burt investigation couldn't happen until an unofficial autopsy was complete, there was nothing more he could do at this point in time. So with his cell phone he texted Sam, got up and drove to pick up the younger man for pie.

Pie had always been a source of comfort for Booth. It was American, he was American, he fought for American freedom. Everything about it was good and made him feel better on the inside. Made him feel like there was hope for something better. It was probably a silly feeling just to hold on a pastry, but he couldn't help it. He was the kind of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve despite how many times he'd been handed the short straw in life. Looking over at Sam he smirked some. "If you don't love this pie, there is something wrong with you. This place has some of the best pie in town." He was determined to make Sam admit at least the pie was amazing even if he didn't end up feeling poetic and gushy about it like Booth did.

It'd been a while since they'd really just done anything simple. The last activity he remembered them doing involved countless lives lost. That part bothered him. It was war, he knew it was but still it felt like a part of his soul was damaged from it. That part worried him. He knew either way he wasn't going to Heaven anymore thanks to his own stupidity, but he couldn't help but wonder if what he did on the surface would have any effect on what happened in the pit. Shaking off that unwelcome internalization he grinned and stopped the car, guiding Sam into his own personal nirvana. "If I could, I would eat pie for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." He stated with a grin and stepped up to the counter to order a piece of apple crumb pie and a coffee. "Whatever he wants too." He added to the waitress thumbing at the man beside him. "It's on me."

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-11-23 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Even though Sam didn't carry the same amount of passion for pie that Booth did, he had agreed to tag along with his friend, if only to do something social that didn't consist of hunting things and plotting against Lucifer and the apocalypse. It wasn't healthy, holing himself up all the time when he got into a project - Sam knew that - but during times like these, it was hard to keep himself from burying himself neck deep in work when so much was hanging on the line. A lot of what was so desperately clinging to the edge was because of him and Sam just wasn't the type of person who could stand by and watch terrible things happen that he felt he was responsible for. He had to do something. He had to try.

That didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to take a break every now and again. It had taken some thought and Sam had hesitated to abandon his research for the afternoon, but eventually he crumbled and gave in to Booth's demands that they meet up for a while. If nothing else, he and Booth needed to discuss what had happened with Burt Hummel, who had been gunned down right outside the apartment complex by a faceless and nameless enemy. Booth was working the case out through his department and, as per usual, Sam was keeping an ear to the ground, but it seemed like neither of them were making much progress. Sam was pretty sure no one else at the complex had uncovered anything either ; if they had, they would have shared the news with everyone else by now. Eventually they would have to change tactics. They would have to dig in deeper. But, for now, while everyone was working through their grief, Sam figured that it would be best for them to go about doing things their own way for a while. When everyone was ready to meet up and talk about what they were going to really do about what happened to Burt, Sam knew that they would.

And he'd keep looking. Eventually, they'd have to start interrogating demons. It would get messy and it was definitely going to be a distressing process, but Sam knew that if anyone could point them in the right direction to whoever was responsible for Burt's death, it would be them. They were, currently, the biggest enemy bar Lucifer that they all had. They would know. They had to.

All thoughts about Hummel's case aside, Sam sat quietly in Booth's car and listened to the man chatter on about the genuine quality of the pie that they were about to take on. Being social. That was half about what all this was about, right? He'd put off on the case talk until later, if only to keep Booth from giving him that disapproving look he often got from, well, everyone when he put on his work first, fun later pants.

Though, Sam had never been much of a pie person. It tasted all right, sure enough, but he was more preferable to pancakes when it came to the sweet stuff. Pie was Dean's thing. Maybe I'll bring him some, Sam thought to himself as he and Booth slipped into the diner. "You're a little too enthusiastic about this pie, Booth," Sam said with a skeptical raise of his brows, "I think it may be time for an intervention."

He ordered coffee. Reluctantly, Sam added a slice of the apple crumb to his order as well. "If you ate pie that often, you'd explode, man," Sam added with a grin. "Even Dean couldn't handle that much intake and that's saying something."

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hates_clowns
2011-11-28 10:59 am UTC (link)

Honestly the last thing Booth felt like doing was discussing Burt's case or work related things in general. He really did just want to hang out with Sam for once and not talk shop. He was capable of that right? Part of him wasn't so sure. He wanted to try though. Work got tiring sometimes, even for the workaholic that was Seeley Booth. Truth before fun. Catching bad guys had always been what drove him. Lately it seemed to drive him away instead of closer. He needed tonight to be full of pie and banter. Not shop talk for the sake of his sanity if nothing else.

"Pie intervention? Does that happen?" He quirked an eyebrow at Sam and smirked some. "Whatever, this place will make you see the light soon enough." It was a place that was little more then a hole in the wall hidden away from many tourists and students who gravitated more toward chain restaurants and hovered Starbucks. Mostly locals from town occupied the little pie shop. Some were faces Booth recognized, others were shop owners from near by. "If it's a pie explosion I think I'm okay with that." He said with a smirk and sat down to wait for his pie.

It wasn't long before the waitress brought it out to them. "They have other food but I've never really tried it before. They're open twenty four hours incase you decide in the middle of the night you need pie. It's okay if you do, I get it. I don't judge." He took a drink of his black coffee and looked over the mug at Sam carefully. "Pudding and pie Sam." He said simply enough. Those were his two favorite comfort foods.

"Bones visited me once after my brain got all scrambled and brought me pudding. Just liked it since then I guess. Snack packs are pretty awesome to begin with anyway but that is how I remember liking it." He really didn't know why he told Sam that story, he'd never really told anyone else. Sam was one of the few people he could actually talk to even though he was slightly younger then him, the two had been through a lot together in his couple of years in Lawrence.

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