Booth woke up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was one o'clock in the morning. He quickly tried to find the reason why. He then heard his partner mumble "Booth…" beside him. She was dreaming about him. He quickly relaxed and soon fell back to sleep.
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He woke up the second time when Brennan got out of his arms. Or tried to. He tightened his arms around her and wouldn't let her go. "Booth, it's eight o'clock."
"Why do we need to get up? Not like we're going to work."
"I'll give you fifteen minutes."
"Thirty."
"Okay, fine."
She contentedly laid in his arms for half an hour, which turned into forty-five minutes, which turned into an hour. She knew she had to get up at nine unless she wanted everybody to think that her and Booth were sleeping together. "I'm going to get ready. You get up in fifteen minutes."
"Why?"
"Because we don't want everybody to think we're having sexual intercourse."
"Okay."
In twenty minutes they were sitting together at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Angela joined them shortly. "So what exactly do we do down here?" She asked the partners.
"There's a small collection of books and a TV with a selection of movies." Brennan supplied.
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A few weeks passed without event. Then, exactly three weeks and one day after they'd been put underground, Zach became ill. He was complaining of stomach pains and he was throwing up every few hours. It hadn't subsided in a few days, and he started complaining of feeling lightheaded. When they checked on Zach a few days after that, they found that he didn't have a pulse. They tried CPR, but nothing could've saved him. Zach was gone.
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I know, that was a little mean there at the end. It'll get better. Eventually. Review please.
