It was one of the most boring, awful, nerve racking days he'd ever had to suffer through. He felt like he was about to explode.
Anyone that had two feet had walked into his office at least six times today. At least that's what it felt like to him. He was worried that if he saw Charlie's face again he'd tear his office down. Desk duty was definitely not his forte.
He had sat in that desk today for 8 straight hours, only getting up every now and then to grab another cup of coffee in hopes of keeping himself on task.
He hadn't been able to do anything but sit at his desk for long, painfully boring hours the last few days. He was angry that those kids partying had found that damn 100-year-old skeleton that kept Bones away from him. He found himself constantly cursing himself silently for speaking ill of the dead, but he couldn't help but miss going out into the field with Bones terribly. His Bones. Thoughts of her had taken over his mind as he sat at his desk filling out paperwork while he waited for maybe a more essential case to come up so he could surprise Bones at her lab with something more exciting for them to work on together. Together.
Since his operation he'd cherished every minute he got with Bones. Working cases with her and solving crimes was what he lived for now. He couldn't deny that he was in fact in love with her. This feeling haunted him each day and night. And sitting at his desk for endless hours every day wouldn't help shake the constant thoughts and memories of her that flooded his mind. With nothing overtaking his focus, she was all he could think about now.
This wasn't the way a "special agent" like himself should be used, he would think to himself. But he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He was stuck here until something more important surfaced.
As soon as the clock hit 7pm, he was free to go. And he wouldn't waste another minute of his life at that desk.
He drove his truck back to his apartment after a few minutes of silently arguing with himself on whether or not to drop by the Jeffersonian just to see her face and see how she was doing. But he knew that only seeing her wouldn't satisfy his interests and feelings he had. He needed to be strong. It was a matter of survival according to him.
He pulled up to the street outside his building and walked to his door. He entered his apartment and immediately undressed to take a well-needed shower. He needed to relax and shake the mind-numbing events of the day. This is how every night had worked for him for the past few days.
When he got out of the shower the clock read 9pm. He quickly fixed himself something to eat and watched a little television before going to bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep for a while as he knew she would be haunting his thoughts again tonight. Just like every night, desk for field work.
He started to doze off by about 11pm. But he was awoken when he heard a loud crash coming from his kitchen. Acting on instinct he grabbed the first thing that could be used as a weapon from his nightstand; an old baseball he'd received from his grandfather as a Christmas present when he was just a boy. He ran to the kitchen and was surprised when he saw her on his floor.