Title: She Doesn't Need to Know
Author: Kathea
Rating: PG
Pairing: B/B
Disclaimer: These characters belong to someone far more rich and powerful than myself.
Summary: Just a quick follow up to the end of "The Woman in the Garden". This is really quick, sort of angsty Booth.
I had to let Angela give me a hard time about missing the funeral. It was easier than trying to answer any question that Brennan's enigmatic brain could concoct. She wouldn't understand why I had to protect her. She wouldn't understand why the thought of her lying dead from a gangster's bullet sent cold terror running through me. So, it's just better that she doesn't know.
It's better that she doesn't know that I worry about her anytime that she's not with me. She wouldn't understand why her safety is such a concern to me. So, I'll let her go on thinking whatever it is that she is thinking. It's just easier that way. I don't know if I would have the answers to the questions she would ask.
I trail behind them and watch. Watch her smooth a hand over a marble tomb stone, watch Angela loop her arm around her in solicitude, watch as she squares her shoulders with her usual resolve. She turns back to me as we approach the cars. Watching me now. She's not mad. She's already analyzed my behavior and chalked it up to the complexities of the human condition.
She's already in her vehicle now. Her arm thrown carelessly out the open window. I step close, smile at Angela, and hidden by the door I grasp her hand. One quick squeeze and I'm stepping away. I'm letting her get back to her work, her world, her bones.
It's better that she doesn't know, really it is.