Hey guys! I don't own Bones unfortunately. If I did, things would be much different, but that's a different story, and that's where fan fiction comes in. This is basically what happened after the episode "Judas on a Pole" left off. This is my first Bones story. I hope you like it; I aim to please.
Brennan and Booth made their way into the diner, Brennan first, with Booth's hand on the small of her back. Brennan nodded toward Zach with a smile plastered to her face. Remembering Brennan's odd request, he moved to the young Doctor and planted an open hand firmly on the young man's shoulder. Zach's eyes widened when he noticed the gesture, and this made Booth smile even more.
Not moving too quickly, Booth found his way to Brennan once more. She was sitting on a stool alone, staring out the window and seeming to be looking at something far beyond the glass. Outside the sky was fading into shades of pink and orange. The colors reflected on Brennan's angular profile, making it look as if she were glowing. He sat down beside her and placed a hand on her knee while looking into her eyes.
"How are you holding up, Bones?" he asked gently. She looked up and gave him a weak smile.
"Me? I'm fine. Why shouldn't I be? I mean, my father came back into my life briefly and murdered one, possibly two, men before leaving and taking my brother with him. But he did save my life, but it was still at the expense of other lives, and I don't know how I should feel about that."
"Bones, he's your father. He loves you, even if his ways of showing it are a little different than we're used to."
"Different?" she scoffed. "He kills people to get a message across, and you call that different? My father is a thief and a murderer, and I don't even know what else. And Russ. How could Russ do that? Just run off with him? What about those girls who I'm supposed to be an aunt to? I thought he cared."
"He does care. I told him that he shouldn't turn to crime for money, but obviously an FBI agent's advice on crime just isn't good enough."
"Or my advice. I told him not to. I even offered to help him financially for a while if he wanted. He wanted to make his own money. I thought he meant he was going to get a good job, but-"
"He knows he can't get a good job since he's a convicted felon," Booth interrupted.
"Still," she continued, "I don't understand what kind of family I was born into. The Keenans. The Brennans. Whoever they hell we really were when we were a family. And I have the feeling Russ is going to be leaving those girls just like Mom and Dad left me all those years ago. And though I've never met them, I don't want them to go through that."
"But how are you dealing with all of this?" he asked. He gave her knee squeeze.
"I'm fine. I'm dealing with it. Thank you for being there earlier. I'm sorry about-"
"There's nothing to be sorry for," he interrupted again. "You were upset, and I was there. I was glad to be there for you. I really do care about you. I don't want you to think you have to handle all of this on your own."
"I- thank you. That means a lot to me."
To Seely Booth she looked vulnerable at that moment, though she was trying to project a strong image. He could see in her eyes that she needed some physical reinforcement. He reached over and pulled her into a tight hug. Nothing had ever felt so right to him. He had held many women before her and yet she was the only one that seemed made for his arms.
She felt emotionally weak. The past week had been hell for her, her squints, and her partner. She was slightly surprised when he pulled her into a warm hug, but her initially shock quickly left as he held her close. Every other time they had hugged, she pulled away too quickly. This time she let herself be comforted by the man she knew could comfort her. She leaned her head into his chest. She could hear his heart beating a strong, steady rhythm, and she smiled. For the first time in a few weeks she felt relaxed.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Booth asked the top of Brennan's head.
"Where would we go?" she questioned with a muffled voice. Neither of them was willing to let go just yet.
"It doesn't matter. Just somewhere. The night is young. The possibilities are unlimited."
"I'm really tired right now. I haven't really slept in close to two weeks," she admitted.
"How about we go to your place, pick up some things, and go to my place?"
"Why would I stay with you? I have a perfectly functional apartment."
"I thought you might want somewhere to stay that doesn't have a massive blood stain on the floor."
"Booth, you should know that blood is nothing new to me. I'm not afraid of it," she stated, slowly pulling out of his embrace.
"Well I just figured you had enough icky things to deal with at work and you wouldn't want anything gruesome in your house. Besides, I want you to sleep well tonight. If you're with me, you'll know you're protected for one night."
"I can take care of myself," she said defensively.
"I know you can," he said easily, placing his hands on her shoulders. "If you won't do it for you, will you do it for me?" he asked in a whisper.
"For you?" she questioned just as quietly.
"Yes. For me. It will help me sleep, knowing you're safe." He moved slowly, millimeter by millimeter toward her, and she to him. There would be no sudden pulling back this time. This time it was real. All those months of easy flirtation and innuendo were coming to the most joyous point: the first kiss. Across the diner, Angela smiled with approval at the couple that didn't need approval. The two said their hurried goodbyes and left the diner.
A/N– Yeah. It's my first Bones story, so please review it! Do you think I should write another chapter? Tell me in your review!