A/N: Well, let me start off by saying one thing—WOW!!!!! I never in a million years would've thought that Caught would get the kind of response it did. Within 24 hours, I had countless emails telling me that people had either: a) put my story on alert, b) put me on alert, c) added my story to their favorites, d) reviewed, or e) added me as one of their favorite authors. So for everyone who read and liked Caught, I am planning another chapter. But I wanted to get this out sort of in the range of the holiday season, as it is my episode tag for The Goop on the Girl. It starts off a couple hours after the episode ends.
I DO NOT OWN BONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Well, Bones, I should get going. It's late, and I've got to get Parker in the morning and go to mass." Booth walked over to give Bones a quick goodbye hug.
Brennan was standing by the window. "Booth, I don't think you're going anywhere tonight," she said.
"What do you mean??" He walked quickly over to the window, and saw exactly what she meant. Somehow, in the gap of only an hour or two since everyone else had left, snow had blanketed the entire city, and it showed no signs of stopping. Bones was right—he had no chance of getting out of there until the snow plows came through in the morning.
"I guess you're going to have to sleep here, Booth," Brennan told him.
"Yep, Bones, it looks like I am. I'll just run down to my car and get the extra clothes I have there, then I'll come back up and go to bed."
Booth returned in ten minutes, a small duffel bag on his arm. He went into the guest bathroom, changed, and brushed his teeth and came back out into the living room to see that Bones was sitting on a chair, already wearing her pajamas. Booth tossed his bag onto the floor at the foot of the couch. "You got some blankets and a pillow I could use, Bones?"
"What do you mean? You can't sleep on the couch, I'll sleep on the couch."
"You can't sleep on the couch, it's your apartment! As the guest, and the gentleman, I will sleep on the couch. A gentleman never makes a lady sleep on the couch at her own apartment!"
"Do you remember what happened the last time you fell asleep on a couch, Booth? You had to call me in the morning to come over and fix your back. I would offer you a guest bedroom, but my dad is in one and Margaret is in the other, so you will sleep in my bed."
"I refuse to let you sleep on the couch at your own apartment."
"I have a different solution then. We will both sleep in the bed. It's not a big deal. I have a very large bed, and we have shared a bed before."
Booth could not see this argument coming to any different conclusion. As uncomfortable it made him to sleep in the same bed as the woman he was very secretly and inappropriately in love with, he would have to deal. They settled into bed on the two complete edges of the bed, and fell asleep.
Booth woke up first. And when he did, he was shocked—even though they had fallen asleep on the opposite sides of the bed, they were now tangled together, his head on her chest, legs wrapped around each other. Booth's stirring awoke Brennan, who tried to stretch and found it extremely odd when she couldn't. When Booth saw that Brennan was awake, it was like a magnetic force was pulling their lips together. Neither one even bothered to try and stop it. They kissed and kissed and kissed as minutes upon minutes passed. But when Brennan put her hands on the hemline of his shirt and moved to remove it, he pulled away abruptly.
"I can't," he whispered. "I can't just…just sleep with you. If this is going to happen, it needs to be… more. You need to think about whether or not you want that. Besides," he added, looking at the clock. "I need to go. I need to go home and shower and get dressed and get Parker and go to mass… I'll call you later, ok? You just think." He extracted himself from her. He opened her door and walked across the apartment, thankful that neither her dad nor her cousin was awake.
Brennan stretched, deep in thought. She really wanted to talk to someone about what had happened…but who? Certainly not her father, or cousin, or Cam, or Hodgins…of course, she thought. Angela. She looked at the clock, 11:30 a.m. Angela must be up by now. She picked up a phone from her bedside table and dialed the familiar number.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answered almost immediately.
"Oh, Ange, I'm sorry! Did I wake you up?" Brennan asked.
"No, I just have one hell of a hangover. I wasn't exactly finished drinking when I left your place last night. What's up hun?"
"I need to talk to you about something… it's important."
"Ok, shoot." Angela replied.
"I'd rather not talk about it on the phone…could you meet me somewhere?"
"Wow, this must be really important. What, did some drunken something happen between you and Agent Hot Stuff last night?"
"Ange!!" Brennan warned.
"Alright, alright! I'll meet you at the diner in…20 minutes?" Angela could not wait to here what was on her best friend's mind.
"Sounds good," Brennan replied. "I'll see you in 20 minutes."
A/N: well, I originally intended to make this a one-shot but it just would be too long. Don't worry, I won't take as long with the next chapter as I did writing this story!
