For doctorsuez who just HAD to ask "What if...."
"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything." –Friedrich Nietzsche
She had been in the country for forty-six hours. He knew this because the same buddy who had tipped him to her arrival in the States three years ago still helped him keep tabs on her flights. He also knew that it had been thirty long days since he'd last set eyes on her. Through barbed wire, a conjugal trailer window, and a rare December snowfall in DC. When she'd gasped at tree he'd hooked up to his SUV and told him that she loved his gift.
A part of him had hoped that that would be enough to keep her in the country but of course it hadn't and she'd taken off early the next morning, promising that they would exchange gifts when she arrived home. They had talked a few times while she was gone just to touch base. She'd asked him about Parker and he'd asked if she was eating right and getting enough sleep. On their last call she'd informed him that Angela would be picking her up from the airport so that he wouldn't be put out. It'd been on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he'd put out anything for her, but as always he'd kept that tidbit to himself just in case it would scare her off.
Yesterday, had been pure torture; knowing that she was coming home and not being sure how long he should wait before showing up on her doorstep with an armful of Wong Fu's. "Just partners might wait a few days- or at least until the jet lag wore off- but "just partners" who spent more of their waking time together than apart and readily agreed to play tonsil hockey in order to secure a merry Christmas for one partner's dad that the other partner had put in jail? Well, that wasn't exactly covered in Dear Abby and given his partner's martial arts training he didn't feel like pushing the issue.
He looked at his watch. Two whole minutes had passed and it had felt like an eternity. His finger hovered over the speed dial button that would connect him to her instantly, then just as quickly snapped his phone shut. A second later he inwardly cursed his cowardice and made the damn call. It rang through to voicemail.
It took him a little bit to dig her home number out of his phone's address book since he rarely called her thereand he frowned when that too went through to her answering machine. Next, he called her office, swearing that if she was at work he'd physically pick her up and drag her out no matter how much she kicked and screamed.
"Hello?" a familiar voice that was not Bones answered.
"Hi Angela," he said hesitantly, "is, uh, Bones there?"
"She's at home," Angela sounded oddly amused, which never made him feel at ease. "Hey, how's that sore throat of yours from the other week doing?"
"Um, fine, thanks," he answered really not sure he should be without knowing why she was asking. "Is Bones okay? She's not picking up her cell or at her house."
"Oh, don't worry your head off, Prince Charming, Sleeping Beauty will be just fine. But Booth," he could hear the smirk in her voice and felt his gut sink before she even spoke, "when she gets better I am gonna grill her on how you and she both ended up with mono at the same time."
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