Hello!
So, I know the first part was short, but I will make it up to you! Some info: this sets in about the 5th season, but in parts in the sum of the whole, BB do not have the talk outside the Hoover. They are not together(yet!) and no one is going anywhere as long as im involved :) so it's at the end of fifth season. And from here I will only follow major story lines like the pregnancy.
Enjoy ths chapter! i do not own bones!
Strangely enough Booth and Brennan had a lot to talk about, taking it they hadn't had a case in over a week.
They joked and laughed about the birds and the bees, enjoying their Chinese food as time passed by.
Brennan liked the way Booth and her communicated right now. She noticed that their bickering about gut feeling or logic was only meant in the field, when there was murder involved. She felt at ease. And from what she learned about emotions, she knew Booth felt the same way.
"How about I take you home, bones?"
Booth grinned at her puzzled face as he paid the check and left a tip.
"That's fine." she was trying to come up with the right words to say, how to express how she felt about the fun night they had.
They stood up from the table and walked towards the SUV.
She took her place in the passenger seat and they drove to her apartment.
"Thank you for dinner Booth, it was very nice." Brennan only spoke what she felt comfortable saying, her thoughts were unstable.
Booth smiled. "Not a problem! I have to make sure my bones is doing alright!"
My bones.
Booth froze and prayed to god she didn't notice the weight of that word.
They were doing so well together now, he was not ready to out his feelings completely. He didn't want to push her in making a decision.
He knew her head was filled with the conversation they had with Sweets last month, trying to grasp the logic from all that the psychologist had said.
Booth would give her the time she needed. He would give her everything.
Brennan didn't understand why the conversation had stopped all of a sudden, but she let it slide when they pulled over next to her building.
"You will be here tomorrow at the dinner party, right Booth?" she grabbed the grocery bag and glanced at him, hopefully.
The party was not her idea, but Angela insisted on eating dinner with the Jeffersonian family every now and then.
So Brennan hoped her partner would be there, to keep things light and easy.
"Of course bones! I know you are making your famous Mac and cheese. I wouldn't miss that for the world!"
Booth winked his eyebrow and Brennan laughed at her partners enthusiasm.
"Wonderful, I will see you tomorrow at six!" she opened her car door to shut it again after booth and her told each other good night.
Once Brennan entered her quiet apartment, she realised feelings and thoughts she didnt recognize. It was that giddy feeling she had earlier, but still couldn't place it.
The thoughts where still scattered in her head, catogorizing them failed again. Both feelings and thoughts had one thing that brougth them together: Booth.
Brennan rememberd her excitement when Booth asked her to skip the last hour of work and grab chinese food with him. It was like skipping last class and hang out with the captain of the football team. Although she felt like the school nerd so the couple hanging out didn't seem logical to her.
To make her mind at ease, she grabbed her phone, remembering Angela would have send her a picture of that new guy by now.
Brennan figured it would be amusing, so she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on her couch.
Once the picture uploaded, it was all but amusing. Angela was right, the man was familiar.
She most certainly recognized him, and it send a shiver down her spine.
The new employee was Oliver Laurier, her former stalker. He called himself a Brennanite, a superior form of fan.
Brennan recollected vaguely that she broke his nose once, because he was acting very inappropriate towards her.
She sighed heavily, and while sipping on her wine she send Angela a reply.
''You were right Ang, he is familiar. I will tell you everything in the morning, but do NOT tell Booth. Thank you.''
Brennan knew she could trust her friend with keeping it from her partner, because Booth would only blow this situation out of proportion.
Unfortunately Brennan couldn't sleep, while she was very tired. Her head was spinning with questions.
There had to be a rational explanation for Oliver suddenly working at the Jeffersonian, at the exhibit right next to her workspace.
She had to find the answer and she needed Angela's help, before Booth found out.
A rather short piece as well, and I am truly sorry, but I have to write a few short chapters to build the story a bit. I will update as soon as possible! Hope you liked it so far, please review!
Love, Hannah
