Chapter 2
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Dr. Brennan awoke from her deep slumber, several hours later. She groaned, and sat up, peering around her office through 'squinty' eyes, trying to evade the screaming headache that was pulsing through her brain.
"Hey sleepy head! How are you this glorious morning?" Booth said, stepping into her office, holding a glass of water and a bottle of Asprin.
"Stop…yelling." She whined, rubbing her temples.
He couldn't stop the smirk that appeared on his face. "Aww…don't be grumpy. Here, I come bearing gifts." He said, placing the water and Asprin in her hands.
She groaned once more, and took the pills, setting the water aside.
"You look like shit." He smirked, and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Well thanks. You're a charmer." She moaned, and closed her eyes. "Everything is spinning."
"Like a rollercoaster?" He said, with a small laugh, referring to her comment the night before when she was extremely drunk.
"I don't know what that m………" She trailed off, putting her hand over her mouth. She quickly shot up, and darted to the trash can next to her desk, ridding herself of her lunch from the day before. She groaned, and leaned against the desk.
Booth frowned, and walked over to her, and rubbed her back while she threw up again. "You alright Bones?" He asked, pulling her hair back for her.
"Wonderful." She said sarcastically, and sat down in her computer chair.
A voice chimed in from the doorway. "Hey sweetie! How are you feeling?" Angela asked. She hadn't gotten nearly as drunk as the rest of them.
"I can't talk right now." Temperance said, leaning forward, and resting her face in her hands.
Angela felt bad for her friend, and she sighed. "I'm sorry sweetie. I think you drank more than anyone else. They all have headaches but that's it. They are still working."
"Good for them…" She said, her voice muffled in her hands.
"'Morning sunshine!" Hodgins said, appearing in the doorway. "I'm just going to take a gander and say…you aren't used to consuming that much alcohol…are you?" He said, with a smile.
"Go away. All of you." She said, finally looking up at her sarcastic co-workers.
"Yeah, shoo…" Booth said, pushing them out the door.
"That means you too Booth. I don't feel like being made fun of at the moment."
"I'm sorry Bones…" He said, walking back over to her. He rested his hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to make fun of you." A smirk came to his face. "You asked me to have sex with you."
She shot him a look. "I did not!"
"Oh yes…yes you did." He said, grinning.
"Well I was obviously very intoxicated. I wouldn't ask you that in my right mind."
"Which…is why I didn't accept your…rather tempting offer." He smirked. "I mean…you're so attractive when you are falling on your ass drunk." He said, winking to indicate it was a joke.
"I'm so amused. Now could you please leave me alone?" She asked, laying her head on her desk.
He ignored her comment. "And…you said you love me."
She glared at him. "Booth, I don't really have the patience for your made up stories."
"It's the truth! Cross my heart and hope to…"
"Die. And that's what you'll be doing if you don't leave me alone."
He smiled. "Alright Bones. I will let you be alone in all your hangover glory. Let me know when you're ready to go home and I will drive you."
"Don't bother." She muttered.
He shook his head with a smirk on his face as he left her office. He turned around, and poked his head back around the corner. "I should have gotten you drunk like that in Vegas." He smirked, and once again disappeared.
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