You might want to know that I work in 50 stories at the same time.
You might also want to know that I haven't forgotten Battle of Souls, I'm just a little lost in the last chapters of it.
And also, that I had the greatest time writing this story. And that, I trully hope that you enjoy as much as I did, to see the two partners in a bed like situation for the first time.
Enjoy it, as much as you can!
Disclaimer: I own nothing... because if I did... evil laughter
Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again. - Robert A. Heinlein
It was pouring downwards; the water ran around the deserted street, falling heavily.
Massive droplets of water hit the ground with a deafening noise, only being illuminated in the blinding darkness by the white headlights of the only car passing by at that time.
It fell on the windows of the black SUV, almost blinding the vision from inside out.
There was no conversation shared between the two occupants of the vehicle, the loud sound of the rain was the only sound prevailing in between.
Her head rested against the window in search for support on her continuously growing headache, nevertheless, a smile played in the corners of her lips, thinking back on the events of the day.
She was looking outside, although quite impossible to see beyond the watery cascade, her eyes were focused on the patterns that the single drops of water displayed against the glass, hitting it violently, only to crawl down slowly, patiently, until reaching the bottom and being washed away forever. She kept staring at them, blue eyes tiredly moving with the fluid's gracious dance.
A foreign and exhausted look was on her eyes; she was tired of the day, a long day spent under the burning sun, knees halfway buried in the dirt and eventually wrists that once in a while would come up to clean the moisture of sweat that was dripping from her forehead, blurring her vision.
He, for his sake, kept his eyes straight ahead, trying with all his might to focus as far as he could in the road. His hands were tightly gripping the wheel, driving the car amongst the rain and harsh pavement. Once in a while, his eyes would betray him, and land on his partner.
They say that the one who runs for pleasure never gets tired, and the agent experienced that statement, every time he saw his partner work. The burning sun and sweat was nothing compared to the excitement that danced in her eyes.
He mused, lost in his thoughts for a while. He felt tired himself and even though he hadn't share the same amount of enthusiasm as his partner did, the day had been harsh on him too, and after a day like this, who would have thought that the night guarded such an aggressive weather?
The moment his brown eyes returned to the road, he saw it. It happened so fast that his mind didn't have time to fully process the event and react. In a matter of seconds a wild deer had crossed the road, scared and eyes bright under the headlights.
With the next movement she screamed loudly and her hand flew towards his right arm, gripping the flesh there. Her eyes were just as wide as the ones of the animal, and that was the only thing he registered before turning quickly on the wheel, avoiding the impact and suddenly hitting the board of the road with a loud sound and a flat tire.
Both were breathing hard and while his hands still held the wheel tight and her nails were still buried in his flesh, the animal ran quickly across the road and into the dark woods.
Her eyes finally opened and searched the surroundings. The car was leaning to her side in an abnormal angle, into a small ravine, and it was still raining outside.
To her side her partner's breath could he heard. When she finally locked eyes with his figure, what she saw there, cut deeply in her heart and a breath caught in her throat.
He was leaning forward with eyes closed, forehead resting in the steering wheel, knuckles running white for the extra force around said object and his breathing was so heavy, that she could listen to every intake of breath he took and see it expand his trembling form. He was shaking, trembling wildly of fear or nerves perhaps.
A thin red line was slowly slipping down the side of his head, pooling lightly in his shoulder.
"Booth, you're bleeding." Alarmed, her hand reached forward to touch a slight bump in his side, probably made against the wheel in the violence of the impact.
His hand, fast as a lightning bolt, came around her wrist, holding her still, keeping his injury away from her pity touch.
"Don't!" He said heavily. The last thing he needed now was her compassion. Not now when he, so carelessly, had caused an accident, now that she was seating helplessly at the passenger's seat of his own vehicle.
That, he could not accept. This was exactly the situations he wanted to prevent. By being the driver, he could allow her safety in this mad world for a little longer. Not that he didn't trust her driving ability, because she already proven to be a good driver, it was the others that he didn't trust.
So, he would drive her to any other place she needed, even though she would protest, but that was a way to make sure she arrived safely.
He felt ashamed now. The only thing he wanted the most was to keep her protected, and he had failed, miserably. He couldn't even look in her eyes and see the pity there, the compassion for his failed mission.
"But Booth, we need to take care of that. You are injured." She tried to reach again, failing by the increasing grip from his hand. He held her tightly there, enough to stop her movements but unable to hurt.
"I don't need to be taken care now. It's just a scratch. I need to get out and see the state of the car." And with that he opened the door, letting inside a brush of cold wind.
She shivered at that, and now being free of his hand, her own left helpless standing in the air, her arms came around her frame, shielding from the freezing temperature.
He stepped out, immediately being flooded by the heavy rain. In a matter of seconds he was soaking wet, from head to toe, and the previously angered red fluid was now turning a fading pink under the pouring water.
He moved forcefully around the car, she noticed, and it seemed that the shivering rain didn't bother him at the least. It seemed that the rain was the least of their problems right now.
She felt the heavy impact and sound that came when his fist hit powerfully the side of the car.
When he came in her sight, droplets were running down his face, around his nose, and falling graciously on his lips. Gripping the door he finally spoke to her.
"We have a flat tire, and that was the spare one, I think I forgot to put a new one in the trunk…"
"You Think?" She hadn't intended to snap at him, but it seemed that all the sympathy she was once feeling about his condition was left behind being replaced by the feeling of being alone in the middle of nowhere with her partner and a useless car.
"I have other things to do in life, you know? Anyhow, this car won't go anywhere tonight. Tomorrow I'll call the tow. Meanwhile we can stay here for the night…"
"Stay here? Are you out of your mind? We're certainly going to freeze to death out here. Besides, it's uncomfortable." She said regarding the awkward position of the car.
"What do you suggest? We walk around in the rain to find a place to sleep?"
"Of course!" She stated firmly, before jumping out of the car and walking ahead.
Rolling his eyes he had no other option but to follow after.
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