A/N: Hey all! This is my first time posting, so enjoy and please REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: Nope, if it were mine B&B would be together already. sigh
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Dr. Temperance Brennan was sick. But she flatly did NOT believe in taking a day off from work for something as trivial as a pounding headache, chills, fever and lightheadedness. (if she were to diagnose herself it would be with a mild case of the flu, possible pneumonia or bronchitis) Yet, this was not enough to detour her from working, and she was still up on that platform attempting to identify a very old, very dead civil war soldier. That's when a shout rang through the lab.
"BOOONNNNNNEEEESSSS" Booth yelled as the person in question winced.
"Try not to speak so loud Booth" Bones shot at him, annoyed. Great, sensitivity to noise and light, something else to add to my list of problems
He stopped behind her, and immediately noticed a few things.
a)Bones was leaning heavily on the remains table, something she never did. Usually she was flitting around it, spouting facts a mile a minute.
b)She was slouching over, never a good sign for Bones
c)Her eyes were bloodshot, and she could barley keep her lids open.
"Bones?" Booth asked softly, voice etched in concern. "You feeling ok?" Before Brennan could protest, he reached up and placed his hand on her forehead. She sighed and leaned against his had, grateful for the comfort and warmth.
"Jeez Bones! Your burning up! Come here..." Booth pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chest pressed firmly into her back, and he was holding her so tight that she couldn't' move. (not that she wanted to, or had the energy) Booth felt her shaking as he held her.
"Come on Bones, your going home" Booth said firmly.
"But.." was her weak reply.
"No buts."
Dr. Saroyan (AKA Brennan's boss) chose this moment to step up onto the platform.
"Excuse me, Dr. Brennan, but I believe you have work to do. And please TRY to act professionally in my lab" she added, apparently pissed about seeing her ex-boyfriend 'hugging' her least favorite person in the world. I don't care if it is classified as jealousy, I just cant STAND the woman. I mean, what does she have that I don't? Certainly not people skills Booth brought her out of her thoughts.
"Cam, Bones is taking a sick day and is NOT coming back until she is better." Booth added, now supporting the majority of Brennan's weight as she all but collapsed against him.
"I don't think so Booth, and I will go over your head if I have to. You are not stealing our anthropologist again, she has important work to do. " Cam argued venomously.
"Un uh Cam, she's not gonna sit there with the flu and identify old, dead civil war victims. And yes I WILL steal MY anthropologist if I have to."
"That's it, I'm calling Cullen."
"Go ahead, he will agree with me." Booth said, knowing Cullen's knowledge of the work-a-holic Brennan.
While Cam was on the phone with the deputy Director, Booth backed up to the railing, and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor, dragging Brennan with him. Bones barley registered the argument between her boss and the Agent. Her head felt like lead, a headache pounding relentlessly against her skull. She was sure that if Booth hadn't been supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground.
Slipping in and out of consciousness as the virus wrecked havoc on her immune system, she jolted awake when Booth sank to the ground.
"Booth?" she asked tentatively, unsure of where she was.
"What is it Bones?" he replied softly. Crap! Am I in his lap? This is SERIOUSLY not helping the whole 'just partners' rule Brennan thought.
"Can I go home now?" Asked the exhausted anthropologist.
"Cullen's on his way, said he was en route to the Hoover building anyway, so he'll swing by." Cam interrupted.
"Ya Bones, soon. Just relax for now, Ill sort it out" Booth whispered into Brennan's ear. She took his advice and gave into he exhaustion, snuggling against the Agent, burying her head in his chest and sighing contentedly.
Life doesn't get much better Booth thought, smiling as he watched his partner cling to the fabric of his suit.
Cullen's POV
I walked through the doors of the Jeffersonian, swiped my card and headed towards the platform. I could see Booth sitting on the ground with his back against the railing, cradling a very sick and tired looking Dr. Brennan. I was surprised, the good doctor never got sick, or so it seemed. Dr. Saroyan was hovering over the pair, hands on her hips, glaring with all her might.
"What seems to be the problem here, Dr. Saroyan?"I ask.
"YOUR agent INSISTS on abducting our anthropologist, with the excuse that she is 'sick'" Cam spat, using air quotes around 'sick'. Booth winced. If it looks bad when Bones uses air quotes, Cam just butchered them
"And what seems to be the problem with that?" I ask.
"BECAUSE HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER!!!!!" Cam shrieked, startling Brennan awake.
"Hey Cam..." Bones asked weakly, shifting to a somewhat sitting up position in Booth's lap. "I... I think I'm gonna go home" Bones managed to squeak before a fit of coughing overtook her.
"Booth please take Dr. Brennan home. You two take the day off" I say, outraged at Dr. Saroyan's lack of sensitivity. " I hope your feeling better Dr. Brennan" I see Booth pull Brennan to her feet, and half carry half drag her to his SUV. I chuckle to myself. Boy does he have it BAD so does she. COMPLETELY head over heals
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A/N :This is gonna be an extendo one shot. review, and i might be INSPIRED to write more!