Goodnight
Summary: Booth, he
says, and smiles when he hears the voice on the other end
Rating: K
Spoilers: Post-Truth
in the Lye, Pre-Man in the Cell
Disclaimer: I don't
own much of anything. But I do own this story and the ideas
contained within.
Author's Note:
I've been thinking about posting a Bones fic for awhile, but
bonesffrants over at LJ has made me nervous. Hopefully…this at
least doesn't suck.
He's in bed with Cam when she calls, just resting, relaxing. Don't get it, she says, but he can't help remember what happened the last time he ignored a phone call at her request. I have to get this, he says. No, you don't, she answers. He knows she's right, but he gets it anyway. Booth, he says, and smiles when he hears the voice on the other end.
Did I call too late? Bones asks without any preamble, and he tells her she didn't, asks her how her dig's going, lets her excited anthropological ramblings wash over him as he gets up and pulls on a pair of boxers. He tunes back in when she pauses, and when she speaks again, he can hear the smug grin. Of course, my personal work is greatly expedited by the fact that you're not around to distract me.
Why, Bones, I miss you, too! he says with a grin, which quickly fades when he looks at Cam and sees a faint hurt look on her face. He mouths a belated I'm sorry, then turns away again.
Bones is oddly silent on the other end of the line, then says, I do miss you, Booth. Her voice sounds tired and a little dull, enough to worry him, enough to make him say, I miss you, too, Temperance even with Cam in the room.
Keep yourself safe, all right? he tells her.
I will, Booth, she promises, and the sincerity in her voice is enough to ease his worrying about her, if just for a little while. Goodnight.
She hangs up before he can wish the same to her, although it's probably not night where she is, and movement from the other side of the bed pushes the call temporarily out of his mind. He turns to apologize to Cam, and finds her up and getting dressed. I'm sorry, Camille, he says.
Me, too, Seeley, she replies, and he's left by himself in a cooling bed with a dead phone. He lays down, pulls the covers up, closes his eyes, turns toward the phone.
Goodnight, he murmurs, then falls asleep.
