It's another short one, but I hope you'll like it anyway. It just seemed plausible when I thought of it and my writing usually lacks a sense of reality.
"He's late," I tell myself. I'm sat alone in my office, talking to myself, I must be crazy. I close my eyes for a moment and sigh at the relief of darkness. Opening them again, I look at my computer screen, hoping desperately for inspiration. Still nothing. Lately, it seems my writing is lacking life, but I suppose that's what you get for working with corpses all day. I roll my head round my neck, giving off a loud crack. Work's been really hard recently and to top it all off, Booth is never around to get any information on our case. He's the most infuriating man on the planet and he doesn't even understand how annoying he is. I look out the window, watching the rain drops running down the glass. The sky is grey, much like the atmosphere in the lab at the moment. Angela's so bored that she's even talking to Zack and Hodgins is asleep in her office. I walk out of my office and into the lab, in search of something more constructive to do. I re-examine the remains, but without Booth there's nothing I can do. I flip out my cell, dialling that familiar number, but it goes straight to voicemail. By now I'm so angry that I practically stomp to Angela's office.
"Is he still not back?" she asks. I shake my head slowly and she groans.
"I don't know how we coped before Booth came here," she mutters.
"Well, we're going to have to, because as soon as he gets back I'm going to kill him."
"We can go home in an hour, so I don't know about you, but I'm not hanging round," she sighs. I return to my office, figuring that Booth would go there as soon as he gets back.
1 hour later
"Sweetie, we're going," Angela tells me as she walks past my office. The lab falls silent and I start to become increasingly angry at Booth. I don't even want to think about where he is, because it will only stress me out more. A figure appears in my doorway.
"Hey Bones," he greets me.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"In a meeting. You weren't waiting for me, were you?" he asks. The moonlight plays upon his skin and he smiles. With a smile like that he can get away with anything, which is why I'm no longer annoyed. It's that damn smile, the smile that makes my day.
Erm, that was random. I just couldn't resist when I thought about that sexy smile of his. Please review!