Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Booth was feeling really bad. He had some kind of illness. He was just laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping his head would stop hurting.
Pretty soon, Booth heard the front door open. He was trying to force himself out of bed when Brennan walked through his bedroom door.
"Why are you here Bones?"
"You didn't come to work today. You never do that unless you don't feel well, so I thought that I should come and check on you. I brought you soup."
"Thanks Bones."
"Not a problem. You're my partner. Partners take care of each other. Is there anything else you need?"
"Well, I probably could use some Ibuprofen, my head is killing me."
"Logically, it is impossible for your head to kill you. That is unless…"
"Bones, I already have a headache. You don't need to give me one today."
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After Booth had eaten soup, Brennan told him that he should get some rest.
Just when Booth was about asleep, Brennan came in and tucked him in. She also kissed his cheek.
Booth remembered thinking when he woke up, "This would be a fun conversation if I brought it up."
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The next morning, Booth woke up and found that Brennan had spent the night on his couch.
He didn't feel better, so she made him breakfast.
"I felt you kiss my cheek last night before I went to sleep."
"You know about that? I thought you were asleep."
"I think you like me Bones."
"Booth, what makes you think that? We are friends. I just care about you."
"You kissed my cheek. None of my other friends ever do that."
"Most of your other friends are men. Why would one of them kiss your cheek?"
Booth nearly cracked up at the image that generated. He decided to drop that topic.
"I know you slept on my couch last night."
"I wanted to stay here incase you needed something."
"Bones, I could have made up the guest room."
"You don't feel well. Why would I let you make up the guest room?"
"Bones, I have a bad cold, okay? It's not like I can't walk."
"Why do you think that you need to make up the guest room for me?"
"Bones, sleeping on the couch gave me back problems. I just don't want your back to hurt."
"I can take care of myself, Booth."
"You could've slept in my room." The second that came out of his mouth he wanted to take it back.
For the first time in four years, Brennan didn't know what to say.
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That night, Brennan came into Booth's room and laid down in bed next to him.
She snuggled really close to him.
He put his arms around her and she fell asleep before he did.
Booth couldn't help but laugh. She got mad at him for offering the guest room, but she was fine with his room. Bones was strange sometimes.