AN: Okay, so this one came to me out of the blue after watching 6x13. I flashed back to the movie The Way We Were and the scene where Barbra Streisand takes a very drunk Robert Redford home. Anyone remember that (or am I really dating myself)? It answered the question for me as to what might happen after Brennan spent the evening with Booth at the bar watching him drown his sorrows.

As always, I don't own Bones...

Chapter 1: Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig

Brennan glanced at her partner as he sat slumped over the edge of the bar, his head on his arm.

"Booth, it's time to go home. You've had enough. I'll help you into a cab."

The head moved just a bit and a low "Hmmm" was all that could be heard.

"I'll take that as a yes." Brennan quickly paid the bar tab and took a firm grip on Booth's his right arm under his shoulder. Inhaling a deep breath, she hoisted hard and he lifted off the stool just enough to have to put his feet on the floor for balance. Or at least his attempt at balance.

He was standing, sort of, which was a good start. She maneuvered his arm over her shoulder and, bearing quite a bit of weight, lumbered towards the front door of the Founding Fathers.

Once outside, she hailed a cab and the driver patiently waited while Brennan got Booth situated in the back. She gave the driver Booth's address and moved to close the back door but was forestalled by Booth's hand shooting out through the opening and grabbing her free wrist.

Booth gazed bleary eyed up into Brennan's face. He appeared to be slightly more alert than he had been during their tedious walk to the curb. The cool outside air must have helped to clear his head a bit.

"No, not my place. Can't face it t'night. Won't go there." This last was said emphatically just before he slumped over sideways on the seat, as if the effort of focusing that hard for that long had completely depleted his energy.

Brennan glanced at the cab driver whose raised eyebrow conveyed an expectation that she would be the one deciding what he was to do with the drunken man in his back seat.

"Okay, fine" she murmured, "I'll have to take him to my place to sleep it off." She gave the cab driver her address and walked around to the other side of the car to get into the back seat with Booth. She heaved him more or less upright so that he slumped heavily against her right side.

"Thanz, Bones" Booth mumbled. She rolled her eyes but at the same time awkwardly patted Booth's head where it lay on her shoulder. Above all, her partner was hurting very badly tonight and she was determined to be there for him, even though she knew it could be painful for her in the process.

At the moment, it was all about Booth.