Title: Gimme!Personal fic community: dfasgbaf (Everything I write posts here.)Personal fic Yahoo group: DFAS Giles's Bloody Awful Fanfiction (I often forget to post here.)Fandom: BonesRelationships: Booth/BrennanRating: PGGenre: Relationship developmentWord Count: 374Spoilers: Up to and including general season 2. Read no further in these headers if you do not want to be spoiled for that season.Summary: The usual bickering over a familiar object of tension between these two.Disclaimer: 1. I receive no profit from this story. I'm just writing it for fun. BONES is a TV series based on Kathy Reich's series of books and is from Josephson Entertainment and Far Field Productions in association with 20th Century Fox Television. Barry Josephson and Hart Hanson are executive producers. All credit for the characters in my story and the locations and situations on which some of my story is based belong to them. No copyright infringement is intended. 2. I am not anti-gun. I am anti-illegal sale/purchase because that is what gives legitimate firearm possession a bad name and encourages anti-gun activism.Feedback: Constructive criticism, both negative and positive, will be accepted with grace and gratitude. Destructive criticism (insults without examples from my work and suggestions for improvement to fortify the insults) will be deleted and will earn a block from journal, community, inbox, and/or group. Praise is always accepted, of course!Author's note: Response to the btvsats_love prompt "can't do this alone."Distribution: Archive sites, etc., of which I am a member. Anyone else, please ask at the above e-mail address. If you're willing to share the archive info with me, I will probably say yes. Thanks for your interest!"You can't do this alone, Bones.""Watch me.""Temperance, look at me.""I'm busy.""Busy being a bonehead.""I'm living up to my name, then.""Would you let me help you, already?""Give that back!""Nope. I'm going to help you, whether you want it or not.""I told you I could--""Done!" Booth said triumphantly as he demonstrated the freshly unstuck mechanism on her handgun."I suppose you expect me to thank you, now." She held out her hand for the weapon."And, I suppose you expect me to give this back to you.""Yes!""No!""Booth!""One, you have been denied your permit to carry a firearm by the federal government, so it is illegal for you to even be carrying this. I could put your butt in a cell if I wanted to just for being in possession. Two, you purchased it illegally, bypassing the process, which is another reason I could easily put you away in a comfy cell with your new best friend Big Bertha. Three, this thing already has stuff going wrong with it. How do you know it isn't going to blow your head off the next time you fire it?"Her head jerked back at that. "That could happen?""If the bullet gets stuck when the powder fires," Booth leaned in close to her face to emphasize his point, "yes."Her eyes widened, and then she looked away. "I--I didn't realize that." Her eyes returned to his, challenge flaring up in them again. "Wait. How could that happen?""If the barrel is tapered too small at the end. Believe it or not, there are sickos out there who make faulty guns like that.""That's...disgusting!""Isn't it?" His eyes became slits. "Still want the gun back that you bought from some guy selling them on the street when it's already giving you trouble?"Her gaze fell to the floor. "No.""What was that? I didn't quite catch that."She reached up, turned him around, and shoved him toward her office door. "I said no, and you heard me say no. Now, get out of my office.""Yes, ma'am. I'll be back to arrest you this afternoon."She huffed and slammed the door in his face.