A/N I'm not sure yet on time period. Rated M for later chapters.
Disclamer: I Don't own Bones
"BOOTH!"
"Bones, shush… I have a marching band playing in my head." Silence, got to love silence.
"Booth, open your eyes." Woman if you don't shut it... "Besides it is physically impossible for a marching b… "
"Be quiet, my head is killing me," wining while holding my arm over my eyes. I am such a child.
"Don't be a child Booth, open your eyes! I need to check for a concussion."Bones demanded
Is she reading my mind? "I don't wanna." I wined. God let ME shut up, this is not happening. HOW is this happening? Let me think, ah now it's coming back to me. Distracted by a pair of the most gorgeous set of… "EYES, yup eyes. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. "
"That right Booth I want to see your eyes," Brennan cajoled "though I don't know what story you are speaking of..."
Shit, said that out loud. Startled by the lapse of my internal monologue, my eyes flew open. Only to be blinded by the over head light. My eyes slammed shut just as quickly as they had opened. She just pried them open again. "SHIT Bones, do you think you could give me a break." She let my close my eyes again and leaned over me probing at my head. "Booth, Indicate if the pain is severe"
God she smells good. "Mmm…" My eyes carefully opened again. Bingo! When Brennan leaned over me she had given me an awe inspiring view. A balcony worth quoting Shakespeare from. First my mouth smirked, then eventually my ears tuned back into what she was saying after deliberately averting my gaze.
"Booth, at this time I am trying to ascertain if you already have a fractured skull, why should I give you another fracture?" she said as she poked and prodded my head.
Huh? Oh! "Break, Bones, 'give me a break' it's a saying". She sat up and her lips twitched. Did she catch me looking down her shirt?! Wait a minute, narrowing my eyes at her. "Are you making JOKES? Unbelievable here I lay my head cracked open and you're making jokes!"
Brennan's grey eyes narrowed to slits. "Yes Booth, I can see the seriousness of the situation. I have a genius IQ after all."
"So modest too" I sneered. Will my mouth ever stop?
"Besides I thought a little levity might help. " She stood up and moved away still glaring at me.
"HOW! " Snarling at her is not helping. She looked away clearly hurt by my words. Let's try again, "Bones… I'm … I just… we need to get out of HERE!" I yelled while shaking the shackles around my wrist for emphasis.
No longer distracted by her nearness, our predicament was sinking in. Sure she was free to move around, but the short leash they literally had me on had started a seed of panic eating at my guts. Concentrate, it is your job to take care of her. You can't if you're panicking. "Even though my head is killing me, Bones, let's take stock of situation."
"Booth we, are in a room containing one bed bolted to the floor, which you are shackled next to. The bed itself has no covers, but the room tempurature is adaqate so we should be fine, for now. There is one door which is locked. The ceiling light is flush to the ceiling and covered with a mesh I am unable to remove. We have a toilet, and a sink with no removable parts. As you can see, one wall of the room has a two way mirror; I imagine we are being observed. Anything you would like to add?" She cocked her head the ice daggers shooting from her grey eyes.
Ouch… "Um, well... no, you're very thorough" She rolled her eyes at me
"Well, YOU were unconscious for several hours, so I took stock of the situation! "great just what my head needs an irate Bones. "Now Bones sarcasm is never helpful, can you get the shackles open?" I snapped out.
She crossed her arms and just glared at me "Sure I'll just push the 'open Booths Shackles button ' and we'll be house free' "
"Home free Bones, home free" my head was throbbing during my attempt to sit up. The cuffs wrapped around my wrists were three inch thick padded cuffs. "Well they won't chafe, I guess that's important." Bones snorted.
When tugging on the cuffs actually brought me some slack in the chain, a sigh of relief escaped. Okay so not trapped on the bed. A close exam showed there was not an obvious clasp or lock.
Attached to the cuffs appeared to be a flexible mesh metal braid which led to a small hole in the wall big enough to allow the metal braid to pass through. Experimentally I wrapped the braid around my hand and gave the chain a sharp tug, more chains slid from the wall. "Gee, I can pee without a bed pan." I grinned at her. Crossing the room to the toilet, my smirk taunting her, "No peeking Bones, I wouldn't want you to get any ideas." She rolled her eyes at me. Hearing her mutter about 'Alpha male tendencies, peeing standing up and associated manliness', made me chuckle.
Audiences cramp my style, especially when trying to pee. Sneering at myself, So hum or something. Humming helped me empty my shy bladder while trying to ignore the fact that my G-gorgeous partner was in the same room as me.
A/N First Fan fiction ever, please be kind :) I'm trying.
