Bleeding Love
Author Note
Disclaimer: I own nothing Bones, the last time I checked.
A/N: So, I know I promised you a chapter ages ago, but life got kind of out of hand lately. But...the good news is that I posted a chapter on all my stories, like I said I would for today! Yay! And, I have a week off for spring break, so I should be able to crank out a few chapters here and there for more stories. We'll see what happens. Now, go on and read!
Temperance Brennan is positioned at her desk, working furiously on her newest book. She's biting the tip of a pen and deep in thought, when her office door opens.
"Hey Sweetie." Ange says. She doesn't receive a response. Ange comes closer and taps her on the arm.
"Shit!" Tempe said, scared. "Ange! You scared me so bad."
"Well, if you had heard me say 'hey' when I first came in, you wouldn't have gotten scared."
"Sorry. I'm struggling with my book."
"Really?" Ange asked, sitting down across from her.
"Yes. I'm not very good with steamy sex scenes." Brennan said. Ange's eyes lit up.
"Sweetie…do you think I could give it a go?"
"Sure, why not. I can't seem to get anywhere." Tempe said, and moved aside to let Ange sit. Ange sat down and started furiously typing, lost in the heated moment of the characters.
Twenty minutes later…
"I think that's good." Ange said, leaning back in the chair, thrilled with her handiwork. Brennan leaned over her shoulder and read it.
"Ange, thank you. That is twice what I could write."
"You're welcome, sweetie. Anytime you stumble across a steamy sex scene, find me and I'll write it for you."
"Thanks."
"Now, the body arrived. Do you want to have a look?"
"Yes." Tempe said, saving the work and following Ange to the platform.
Once on the platform…Tempe put on her gloves and began her usual routine.
"Female, ten to twenty, Caucasian, was a gymnast." Tempe said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Zach, go ahead and get any samples you can. Hodgins and Angela, you know what to do." Tempe said. They all nodded and dispersed. She returned to her office.
"Hey Joy." Someone said. She jumped and turned around.
"Max." She said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Hello." He said. She sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.
"You know, if Booth comes in, he will arrest you."
"I know. I just wanted to see you."
"Well, at the moment, I don't want to see you." She said, opening up her book.
"Sweetie, I know. But I love you, and I have missed so much already, it's hard to be away as it is." He said softly. She nodded but didn't speak.
"Well, I'm glad you are alright." He said, and slipped out. Once he's gone, she let the tears fall. She buried her face in her arms and let the dam break.
"Hey Bones…" Booth began, coming in the door. He saw her and rushed over, placing his hand gently on her back, feeling her wrack beneath him.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, kneeling now. He could tell she was trying to put the tears away. Eventually, she just gave up, turned to him, and sobbed into his shoulder, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
"Sh…sh…it's okay. I'm here." He whispered. She eventually calmed down, but didn't leave his arms.
"My dad came by."
"To your office?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I told him I didn't want to see him."
"That's understandable, after everything."
"But then…then…" She got out, and her lip wavered as tears spilled out of her eyes again. He pulled her out of her chair and into his lap, holding her close and rocking her.
"He…he told me he loved me. And that he has missed so much already, and it's hard for him to be away, to not get to know me."
"Oh, Bones." Booth whispered, and held her close.
"Deep down…I do love my dad. I know I do. It's just hard to admit it after all he's put me through."
"I know. But I think he knows you love him and understands it's hard to accept. He's giving you space, not pushing you."
"He is. Well, I must get back to the case. Thank you, Booth." She said, stood up, but on her strong front, and left the office.
The next week…
"Bones, do you have the paperwork for last weeks case?" Booth asks.
"Yeah. Right…" She says, searching the desk. She finds it and hands it over. "Here." She finishes. He smiles his charm smile.
"Thanks."
"No new case?"
"Not yet."
"Alright. Well, I'm going to go home. I'm not feeling that well." She said, grabbing her bag and laptop.
"Temperance Brennan is going home early?"
"I'm not feeling well." She said harshly.
"That hasn't stopped you before."
"So? Besides, it's not like I won't be doing anything. I am working on my book." She said, brushing past him.
"Fine." He mumbled, and she left.
A few hours later…Tempe is curled up under her duvet, trying to sleep, when the doorbell rings.
"No." She says aloud to the room. The person then holds down the doorbell and she groans and goes downstairs.
"What?" Tempe barks, upon opening the door.
"Damn, Bones. Someone's a little pissed."
"Well, I have been trying to sleep for the last few hours. Go away."
"Uh uh. I brought food. I'm not going anywhere."
"Booth, I don't want food. I want my stomach pains to go away and I want to sleep."
"Well, that doesn't mean I can't eat or come in. I'm hungry." He says, pushing past her. She mumbles a string of curse words and locks the door behind him.
"Well, I'm going back to bed. Make yourself at home. Like you don't anyways." She said, and disappeared upstairs.
I know it was short. Sorry. Hit that little button at the bottom though, and review with your innermost thoughts.