AN: Thanks for the reviews. So I wrote this chapter pretty fast so sorry if it's not too good. Let me know if you like it, also does the rating fit? I'm new so I'm not entirely sure.
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After every last drop of food was gone Booth leaned back against the couch next to her and just starred at her, admiring her beauty. He could tell she was tired; her eyes began to droop. "Bones are you ready to go get your stuff and head over to my place?"
"I guess...I just wish you wouldn't-" Before she could even finished her sentence his finger was over her mouth for the second time that night.
"Bones, we already went over this I am staying with you at my place. End of discussion." He removed his finger from her mouth to allow her to speak, ready to place it back if she argued.
"Okay okay, but you don't have to be such a worry mole." She smiled proud of herself for the joke.
"Wart Bones worry wart." He had to let out a small chuckle; she was so cute when she tried to act normal.
"Oh well whatever, I'm ready to go." She gathered her stuff and headed out her office door.
"Sure let's go." He followed quickly behind her and placed his hand in its usual spot on the small of her back. She felt a tingling sensation at his touch, but she ignored it and told herself that it was just because his hand was cold.
They walked to his car in silence. When he reached for the passenger side door she shot him a look of protest. Ignoring her he just walked to the other side of the car and got in.
During the drive to her apartment Booth and Brennan discussed the case. "The killer stalks his victims for a few weeks before he tortures and kills them. The killer is so delusional that he believes that he has a relationship with the victims."
She ignored him calling the suspect male. "Not only did the killer bound and gag them their distal phalanges were cut off and they were stripped of their identities. What kind of human being could do that Booth?"
"People do horrible things Bones; it's just the way the world works." They drove the rest of the way in silence, both of them thinking of the victims.
When they got to her apartment they noticed a small envelop taped to her door. Scribbled on the front of the envelope was "Bones". Brennan's eyes immediately looked to Booth who shrugged.
"It's not from me." He ripped the envelope off the door opened it up and inside was a letter.
Dr. Brennan, you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Those other women I was with can't even compare to you. You took my breath away the first time I saw you, the things I'm going to do to you when you're alone with me.
Booth couldn't even finish reading the letter; he stood in front of Brennan and drew his gun ready to shoot anyone who dared to harm her. But no one was around the hall was empty; it was just the two of them.
"Booth lower you gun, no one is around." She nudged him with her arm but he ignored her and kept his gun out for a little while longer.
When he finally lowered his gun he looked up at Brennan and noticed the look of surprise on her face quickly turn to anger. He reached up his hand to comfort her when she shoved the envelope in his chest. He looked at her a second longer in confusion and then started to open it. Inside were pictures of Brennan in her bra and underwear, in the middle of changing.
The thought of some sick freak taking pictures of his Bones in her underwear and bra made him furious.
Booth turned to Brennan and placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes before he gave her a hug. After was seemed like only seconds to them but were actually minutes, both of them took a step back. Brennan was looking down so he placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up. "Bones, don't worry about it, we'll catch the bastard that's doing this."
She just nodded knowing that he was right. She continued opening her door and that was when his when his hand shot for the door knob to stop her.
Brennan had a confused look on her face. "What are you doing Booth; I need to get my things."
"Bones this guy was outside your apartment taking pictures of you, there's no telling if he broke in and is waiting for you in there or set up a bomb. Look tomorrow well come back after the FBI has done a sweep of your apartment and we'll grab your stuff." He could tell she was going to refuse.
"That is exactly what he wants Booth, to make me afraid of him, to make me live in fear. He gets pleasure out of knowing his victims suffer. I won't give him that satisfaction."
"Think of how much pleasure he'll get if you're dead." He gritted his teeth at the thought of her being dead but knew he needed her to understand how serious this was.
"Fine, but were coming here first thing tomorrow, so I can grab what I need for work." Booth didn't bother to argue with her about going to work, because he knew she would insist on going every day and working every minute she could till the killer was caught.
"Okay, let's go Bones." He grabbed her arm and linked it with his and they headed back to his car. They drove in silence; he would glance at her every so often to make sure she was okay. She showed no sign of emotion on her face, she was compartmentalizing. When he parked the car he got out and rushed to her side to try and open the door for her but she was already out of the car.
"Booth I am perfectly cable of opening the door for myself." She said it in a harsher tone then she intended. He knew she was still mad over someone invading her privacy and taking pictures of her.
When they got into his apartment she went straight to his couch and sunk in, ready to fall asleep. It was then she realized she was still in her jeans. "Do you have anything I could borrow; I find these jeans to be incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in."
"Sure Bones hold on a second." He ran into his room and found a pair of his sweats and walked back to the living room and threw them to her.
"Thanks, but could I also borrow a T-shirt?" Brennan didn't want to be a pain but her blouse was irritating her skin.
"Of course Bones." He ran back and found an old army shirt. He gave it to her and she walked to the bathroom to change. While Brennan was in the bathroom Booth called the Hoover building to update the FBI about the envelop they found, he also wanted to make sure a team was at place at her apartment and his also.
When she walked out Booth was speechless at the sight of seeing her in his clothes and in his apartment. She walked passed him and she pulled out her pony tail letting her hair cascade down to her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how delectable she looked in his sweat pants and shirt; they both swallowed her and reminded him of just how small she was.
"Beautiful" He mumbled and then blushed realizing what he just said out loud.
"What was that Booth?" She had a puzzled look on her face, surely she misheard him.
"Oh nothing Bones, so you ready for bed?" He saw her sit on the couch and nod.
"Well then get up I can't have you sleep on the couch."
"Don't be ridiculous Booth; you can't handle one night on the couch with the condition of your back." She starred at him not moving one inch.
"Please Bones just sleep in my bed, and I'll take the couch. I'll be fine, it's just one night." He knew he his back was going to be a little sore tomorrow but he rather it be his back then hers.
"No Booth, forget it. It is only rational for me to sleep on the couch since my back is in perfect shape." She crossed her arms and leaned back further into the couch. He knew she wouldn't budge so he picked her up and threw her over his shoulders.
Brennan was furious about how he just ignored her. "Put me down Booth, I am not a child." She started trying to wiggle out of his grasp but they already reached his bed and he playfully threw her down.
Booth started to walk away when she yanked him down next to her. "You are not sleeping on the couch with the condition of you back; you'll be in pain all day tomorrow." She thought for a second and added. "Just think if the killer comes after me your reaction time could seriously be compromised."
That was all it took; he grunted knowing he was defeated. "Fineā¦but you're not sleeping on the couch either." He scooted over to the other side of the bed to give her room. For a second she thought of ways to overpower him and sleep on the couch until she realized that this was the only way both of them would get some sleep.
Booth reached over and turned out the light. "Good night Bones."
"Good night Booth." She pulled the blankets up to her chin and fell asleep in minutes. Booth turned over to face her when he realized she was asleep. He couldn't help but watch her; she was just so damn beautiful. He eventually fell asleep with a smile on his face; she was the last thing he looked at. He wished he could fall asleep like that every night for the rest of his life.
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