(The Signs in the Silence)
A new story. I hope you like it.
I definitely don't own Bones.
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Working on her latest novel, Brennan was in the midst of researching curare for a potential murder weapon when the fire alarms went off in the hallway. The screeching siren loud enough to be almost deafening even in her apartment, Brennan knew that there was a fire somewhere in the building.
Wasting little time, she grabbed her bag, stuffed it with her phone and laptop and raced to the front door. After she grabbed her keys out of the basket on the table near the door she made sure she had her wallet and opened the front door. The piercing sound much louder now, Brennan was almost out of the door when she realized that it was possible she could lose everything in her apartment. Racing back into the living room, she hurried over to the shelves, grabbed her two most prized possessions, jammed them into her bag and sped out of the apartment, slamming the door closed behind her.
Once she was in the hallway, she made her way to the stairwell and descended those stairs rapidly joined by residents on the lower floors. At the bottom of the stairwell, she and the others entered the lobby where security was moving all of the residents outside and away from the building. Her heart beating wildly, Brennan stood on the sidewalk across the street and observed a firetruck arrive shortly and several firemen disgorge out of the vehicle.
Not sure if she should try to rescue her car from the parking garage, Brennan decided she might get in the way of the firefighters and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Her eyes on the front of the building, she finally made a phone call.
Booth.
"Booth, I hate to inconvenience you, but do you think it would be possible to meet me outside of my apartment building and take me to a hotel?" Brennan observed another firetruck arrive and started to worry about just how big this fire really was.
What's going on? Why do you need me to take you to a hotel? Are you alright? What's that noise it sounds like sirens?
She heard the concern in his voice and she knew her friend was worried for her. "I'm fine, Booth. There is a fire in my apartment building and I was forced to leave. I can't get to my car. If you can't come, I can get Hodgins to . . . "
No . . . no, I'm coming. Just give me a chance to put on some clothes . . . it's one in the morning, I'll be right there. Just hang on.
"I didn't realize it was so late." Brennan was embarrassed that she had woke up her partner. "I'll just call a cab."
No Bones . . . I'm coming. Just wait there . . . no cabs . . . I'm on the way.
Relieved that he was coming, Brennan smiled. "Thank you, Booth."
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After what seemed like a very long time to Brennan, Booth arrived. Unable to drive down the street even after he'd flashed his badge at a police officer, he was forced to park on a side street. After he exited the truck and after locking the door he ran down the sidewalk towards the focus of the fire department. Spying Brennan patiently waiting across the street from her apartment building, Booth jogged towards her. "Bones, I'm here."
Grateful that her partner had finally arrived, Brennan turned to face him. "Thank you for coming. I don't know what's happening and no one has come out of the building to inform us yet. I haven't noticed any flames or smoke, so I assume the fire may be at the back of the building."
Now that she was in his sight and he had confirmed that she was alright, Booth felt he could breathe easier and his heart started to beat at a more normal rate. "Well, it's getting late and it really won't do any good hanging around here. I'll take you back to my apartment and you can sleep in Parker's room."
"Booth, no." Brennan didn't really want to inconvenience him. "No that's alright. Just take me to a hotel. I'll be fine."
His arm around her shoulders, Booth steered her down the sidewalk towards his truck. "Don't be silly, Bones. You have that bag you keep at my place. You can sleep in Parker's room and you'll have access to a change of clothes . . . come on. No way you're staying in a hotel tonight, not if I can help it."
What he was saying did sound better than her plan. "Alright, thank you."
"Not a problem, Bones." Booth heard another siren coming down the street and started to worry that his partner might end up homeless before the night was done. "You can stay at my place as long as you need to. My house is your house."
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Weary, Brennan followed Booth into his apartment. Once the door was closed and locked, Booth led the way into the living room. "Okay, you know where Parker's room is . . . I'll go get you a t-shirt and maybe some shorts . . .um, they'll be big, but it's better than you wearing nothing at all. God did I just say that? Focus . . . focus.
Grateful for his kindness, Brennan walked over to the spare bedroom and entered the room. Placing the bag on the chair near the door, she sat on the bed and waited for Booth to come to her.
Once he was in the room with her, he smiled at her. "Here . . . if you want to take a bath or shower then go ahead."
Shyly, Brennan took the clothes and glanced at the door. A sly smile on her lips, Brennan stood up. "Perhaps I should take a shower now since your bathroom ablutions are so time consuming in the morning."
A look of irritation thrown her way, Booth placed his hands on his hips. "Making fun of me, Bones? Really? I like to look good what's wrong with that?"
Patting his shoulder as she walked by him, Brennan chuckled. "There is nothing wrong with that Booth. I for one appreciate that you smell good in the morning and look so handsome."
She likes how I smell? Booth turned and watched her leave the room. She thinks I'm handsome? That is so hot.
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The next morning, Booth got up early enough to make pancakes. He made some bacon for himself while he was at it. Once the table was set and it was as late as Booth could wait and still get to work in time for a meeting with the Assistant Deputy Director, he knocked on the door of his son's bedroom and poked his head in the doorway. "Wakey wakey Bones. It's 7:45 and Cam has called over here twice looking for you. I told her about your situation, but she says Dr. Greenwood is going to be there at nine and she says he's a real bastard if you aren't there to hold his hand . . . You don't really hold his hand do you? That seems . . ."
"Booth . . . Booth I'm up." Still sleepy, she hated to admit that she had forgot all about Lynn Greenwood. "No I don't hold his hand. I'm not sure why she said that."
"She probably meant that you molly coddle the guy." Booth didn't want to assume anything since Squints weren't like normal people. "Breakfast is on the table. You hurry, you can eat some pancakes and drink some coffee before I take you to the Lab."
Dragging herself from the nice warm bed, Brennan swung her legs over the sides and sat up. "I can take a cab, Booth."
Annoyed, Booth shook his head. "Enough with the cabs, Bones. I'll take you. Chop chop. You need to move it now."
Her gaze filled with daggers, Brennan huffed and walked over to the closet to grab her bag she kept there for emergencies. "I'm moving, Booth. Don't be so bossy. I'm not in the mood this morning."
Well aware that Brennan really wasn't a morning person, Booth closed the door behind him and smiled. If there was one way to make her move faster he knew it was to irritate her. She's so easy.
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After she arrived at work that morning, she met Lynn Greenwood in Cam's office and they went over their plans to examine several skeletons found near Gettysburg. It was a long shot, but they hoped that they might be able to identify them or at least the area of the country they were from. Their goal was to inter them near relatives or the community they had grown up in.
Once the meeting was over, Brennan grabbed some coffee from the break room and called her apartment supervisor. Unable to reach him, she left a message. She really wanted to know if she was homeless or not. If she was, she needed to find another apartment and go shopping for new clothes.
"Sweetie, I heard about the fire at your apartment building." Angela rushed up the stairs, well since she was several months pregnant, rushed might have been a generous description. "I watched the news this morning and they mentioned the fire. One unit in the building was completely destroyed and three units were heavily damaged with smoke."
That was the first news she'd had about the fire and Brennan thought that sounded bad enough. "I've tried to call the Super, but he isn't answering his phone right now. I left him a message. I have no idea if my apartment was damaged or not."
"Honey, you can stay with Jack and I if you are homeless." Angela was anxious for her friend. "You can take your time finding a new place."
Thankful that she had kind friends. Brennan smiled. "Thank you, but I'm staying at Booth's apartment. Parker's room is comfortable and there is no need to inconvenience you while you are preparing for the birth of your child. I have some clothes there that I keep for emergencies, so I can put off shopping for a few days."
A sly smile on her face, Angela sat down next to Brennan on the couch. "So you're staying with Booth huh? And you keep clothes at his apartment? . . . Well, maybe you two can work on your partnership while you're there."
"There is nothing wrong with our partnership, Angela." Brennan loved Angela as a sister, but sometimes her friend saw trouble where there wasn't any. "Booth and I are fine. His anger is gone and he's accepted the fact that Hannah turned him down. He is back to his normal self now. Our friendship is as strong as it has ever been."
Angela laughed and patted Brennan's knee. "Of course it is, Bren. Of course it is."
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This story was going to be a one shot, but that's out of the window. Let me know if this sounds interesting. The title actually has meaning to the story. I promise.