A/N: I don't own Bones or the Sound of Music. If i did, things would have played out differently quite a few times. This isn't my first ever fanfiction( i do Harry Potter on another site) but this is my first Bones fanfiction. A review would be great, thanks! Now on with the show.
The argument in Dr Brennan's office was getting heated. Bones and Booth had just returned from interviewing their prime suspect and things weren't looking too good.
"Bones, you just don't get it! He murdered at least three children and if we don't find enough evidence to nail him, he's gonna be let loose!" Booth yelled, pacing back and forth.
"Booth, I know. But you bashing his head up against the wall isn't going to do any of these little boys any good." Brennan stated, standing behind her couch, fingernails digging into it's squishiness.
"Nothing is going to do those boys any good! They're dead and more will be like them if we don't hurry!" Booth practically growled at her, stopping behind Brennan's table.
"You are getting too involved again. I know you have Parker and that's clouding your judgement…" Brennan started , about to go into anthropological speak when she was cut off by Booth.
"Maybe it's better to be too involved rather than totally uncaring at times like some people," he spoke with an exceptionally angry tone, making Brennan's eyes widen.
"What do you mean by that?" She returned hotly, fearing his answer.
"Most of the time have a heart but this case, I don't know what's happened to you. I mean, look at the whole ordeal with Russ, not speaking to him for years when he's the only family you have left!" As soon as the words had left Booth's mouth, he instantly knew he'd gone too far. He always said the worst things imaginable in the heat of the moment.
Brennan's eyes filled with tears and she flinched when he took a step forward. "Bones," he said, moving towards her again. She took a step back, shaking her head and hurried from the room.
Brennan practically broke into a run, thoughtlessly swiping her card on the way out and not even noticing Angela. Booth moved quickly out of Brennan's office, trying to catch her up. Angela stepped in front of him.
"I heard the whole thing from here," she said, shooting him a disgusted look. "I never thought you would be the one who would make Bren cry." Booth's face burned in shame. "She wouldn't admit to it, but she genuinely cares what you think of her."
With one last glance, Angela stalked away to meet Zach in the experiment room. Booth felt all the more guilty as he made his way out towards his SUV.
In her apartment, Brennan headed straight to her bedside unit for her pyjamas. She had resolved on her way home in the taxi, that as soon as she got in, her fluffy jammies were going on, she was pulling out the Ben & Jerry's ice cream and watching the Sound of Music, her favourite feel good film.
Once she had her fluffy lilac pyjamas on, she was heading towards the kitchen when the silent tears she had cried all the way home weren't enough anymore. She slid down the door frame, her thin frame wracked by pain. She lay there, on the cold laminated floor, sobbing.
Booth pulled up in the car park outside her building. He flew up the three flights of stairs to her apartment and chapped the door. He knocked a few more times to no answer.
He opened the letterbox and shouted, "Bones!" He waited a few moments, listening intently. Booth got up off his knees and fumbled around in his jacket pocket. He found his keys and flicked through them till he found a small silver one.
He was so glad that as partners, incase they should ever have to find each other urgently, they had a key to each other's apartment. He put the key into the lock and turned it until he heard a quiet click.
He twisted the doorknob carefully and stole into the house. He moved through the living room towards the bedroom when something purple near the kitchen caught his eye.
Violent sobs shook her whole being. Booth's heart wrenched at seeing her like this, knowing he was the cause of it all. He hadn't meant what he said, he was just frustrated and angry.
"Bones?" he ventured quietly. Brennan jumped to her feet upon hearing his voice. She turned to face him, the tears still flowing fast.
"Talk to me," he implored of her, moving within two steps of her. Her ocean eyes sent him a piercing gaze, "I don't think there's much left to say really. I mean, why are you even bothering? Why am I even crying? I'm too cold to care!"
She meant to turn away from him, to hide the pain, when his hand caught her elbow and spun her round. He took one look at her swollen red eyes and pulled her to him.
At first she tried to fight him, but that soon gave way to her slowly breaking her heart on his muscular chest. He held her tightly to him, never daring to let go of her. He stroked her wavy hair with one hand, the other in the small of her back.
"It's ok," he whispered to her, while her sobs turned to sniffles. "I didn't mean what I said, I was simply upset." She pulled back from him, her hands on his chest to read the sincerity in his chocolate eyes.
She couldn't find anything dishonest there, so all worries of his words disappeared when he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"I don't know if I need that ice- cream anymore," Brennan said, finally moving away from Booth after twenty solid minutes of being held by him.
"Get it anyway," Booth replied, kicking off his shoes and yanking his tie over his head. He threw his suit jacket over a chair and flopped onto the couch.
"Nice to see you bought a TV. Film by any chance?" he asked, when she returned with a large tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and two spoons. She had taken his advice and bought one along with a DVD player and a few old classics. "Sound of Music?" she gave him a small smile expecting a big no to come back to her.
But when he simply nodded, she was shocked. She handed him the tub while she set up the film. She pressed play and settled back on the couch beside him, the giant container between them.
Brennan was even more surprised that when the songs came on Booth knew all the words and sang along with her. Eventually they pushed the ice-cream away and sat closer together.
When Maria met up with Captain Von Trapp in the gardens, Booth put his arm round her back and pulled her close to him, so that she rested her head on his shoulder. With his arm tight around her shoulders, she soon fell victim to sleep.
He switched off the film with the remote by his side. Booth reached down the side of the couch and pulled up a blanket which he threw over the two of them.
He settled back with his arm around the woman he loved, thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, making Bones cry, if he got to do all the stuff he had that night. Booth slumbered on that thought, Bones still asleep on his shoulder, with her arms wrapped securely around his middle. The two of them would be fine, he just knew it.