Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BONES OR THE PEOPLE IN IT THIS IS COMPLEATLY FICTION
"Be rational"
"I am you're the one that doesn't get it"
"That's not fair I an fairly capable of making my own decisions, Booth"
"I'm not saying you can't Bones. I'm saying I'm making this one for you and for the one millionth time your not working the case."
"First off you can not tell me what cases I can or can't work, and second that is not the one millionth time you told me that. If it was then it would take far more time for you to say it…"
"It's a figure of speech Bones it means I've said it a lot"
"Then do your self a favor and stop saying it, because I'm doing the case."
Normally Booth wouldn't be so persistent to get me off a case but their seemed to be a underlying issue. He knew that I wanted to help with the case and that I wouldn't budge until I got my way and he stopped his alpha-male instincts to protect me even though I could take care of myself. I had spent the entire day in limbo and now he had insisted that he take me home. We were on our way to the parking structure and he still wasn't going to let me help with the case we had gotten called to that morning.
THAT MORNING
We just pulled in to the public picnic area and we were getting out of the car. As we got up to the body and I started as booth would say "doing my thing" the other FBI tecks seemed oddly occupied.
"The body appears to be a female. Mid twenties early thirties, ill be able to give you a better number when analysis the Musca domestica
larva"
"Maggots bones heir maggots."
"She has multiple radiating fractures on the right and left scapula and what appears to be a broken radius on the right hand."
"Bones" I looked up at him, knowing he knew I hated to be interrupted "what's that on her neck"
"It looks like she was beaten multiple times with something"
"Great a domestic's case, her husband probably killed her."
"That's pure conjecture booth, anyone could have done it"
"Fine but all I'm say is it would take one twisted guy to beat someone to death like that and he's probably certifiably insane."
"Booth you have no proof of that. It could have been an accident" his expression had me looking for another answer to the beating "and if it wasn't, then it wasn't by a professional. The body's been moved and it was in plane site, and further more..."
Then one of the tecks yelled "HIT THE DECK"
After about half a millisecond booth had me pined to the nearest tree facing away from the commotion, just as a rather large explosion went off. When every thing settled booth was in one of the tecks faces demanding answers.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT"
"t t t there was a bomb attached to one of the tables. w w we found it before you got here but we thought it was fake and decided no to worry you"
"YOU WHAT?" I could tell booth was beyond upset because the teck looked like he was about to cry "THE NEXT TIME YOU WANA PLAY BOMB TECK, WHY DON'T YOU PLAY WHEN THEIR NO ONES LIFE ON THE LINE"
With that he turned back to me to make sure I wasn't hurt and that I was OK
"Bones your ok right, good then your off the case" he saw me about to object and continued "that bomb could have killed you and I don't want who ever put it there to try again" after that he hadn't talked about it until I brought it up again on the way home later in the day.
"Bones" I dont know how long he had been trying to get my attention for"Bones do you remember the last time you did a case I asked, no I begged you not to do?"
Of course I remembered, had he expected me to forget. He had been so caught up with protecting me he had taken me home, opened my refrigerator, and gotten himself blown up. It was the second most horrible moments of my life only second to when he so foolishly taken a bullet for me and nearly gotten killed.
"Yes, Booth I remember," The words coming out in barley a whisper "I got you blown up and put in a hospital"
"Apparently we remember for different reasons" we had gotten in the car and were driving to my apartment "I remember you getting shot at, kidnapped and nearly killed."
"Oh but if it's about my personal safety don't worry I can,"
"Take care of your self I know. But I'm surprised at you bones this is normally the time you ask for a gun"
"Well why would I ask for a gun when I have you" out of the corner of my eye I saw a slight smile threatened his lips, and I knew it made him happy to hear I trusted him. Over the past couple years I found it quite pleasing to make Booth happy or pleased with himself. I didn't understand these feelings at first, but after talking to Angela she had come to the conclusion that I was in love with Booth. I then kindly pointed out that love is a release of chemicals in the brain that heightens arousal and awareness of a another person.
"Bones," he snapped me out of my thought yet again, " Bones please promise me if I let you do this case that you will be very careful" he was now looking deep in my eyes with his deep liquid brown eves.
"Of course Booth and you could keep your self safe to, right"
He gave a slight chuckle "Bones I can take care of my self. Wow I sound like you"
"And what's wrong with that" slightly offended. I knew I said that a lot but only because he keep insisting on protecting me.
"Nothing bones I just don't have people worried about me much. You might want to get inside now, it's about to start raining bad, and your wearing a white shirt"
"Oh thanks, Goodbye Booth"
"Never goodbye bones just see you later"
With a laugh I ran to my apartment, to eat another dinner alone. But smiled remembering that tomorrow I wouldn't be alone. I would be with Booth.