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Chapter Two – Run Away
Booth pulled up at the crime scene and shut off the ignition of his SUV. Brennan was out the door before he had even pulled the keys out. The partners flashed their IDs to the man standing at the yellow tape barrier and ducked underneath, entering the crime scene.
"Where are the bones?" Brennan asked, slipping on a pair of latex gloves.
"Right over here," Booth said, trying to make his way through the other agents and police detail. "People, let's give her some room!"
"Where are the bones?" she asked again.
"In that garbage bag. I told them no one was authorized to touch it until you got here," Booth said.
Brennan was wearing her blue Jeffersonian jumpsuit and kneeled down to examine her latest body. Booth was watching carefully and with admiration when his phone rang.
"Booth," he said, flipping it open.
"Seeley, it's Rebecca," she said.
Booth maneuvered himself away from the crowd. "Is Parker alright?"
"He's great. I'll give him the phone in a minute. I just wanted to make sure you're still going to pick him up at school rather than my place tomorrow," Rebecca said.
"Absolutely," Booth said. "3:15 tomorrow. I will be there."
"You have no idea how much that helps me," Rebecca said sighing. "Want to talk to Parker?"
"You know I'd love to, but it's not a great time. I'm at a crime scene. Can I call him back?" Booth asked.
"As long as it's before bed time," she answered. "Do you have time for a hi?"
"Sure. Put him on," Booth said. He waited while the phone was passed from mother to son.
"Hi, Daddy!" Parker exclaimed.
Booth's face broke out into a smile. "Hey, buddy! How are you?" Booth asked.
"Good. Where are you? It's loud," Parker noticed.
"Bones and I are at a crime scene. We're catching bad guys," Booth said with enthusiasm.
"Cool!" Parker exclaimed.
"Yeah, so Daddy's gonna call you back later, okay?" Booth said.
"Okay. Tell Bones I said hi!" Parker said.
"I will. I'll talk to you tonight, okay? I love you."
"Love you," Parker said and hung up.
Booth put his phone away and walked back over to his girlfriend.
"What'cha got, Bones?" he asked.
"The FBI can toss out their file on this one," Brennan said, standing.
"What? Why?" Booth asked.
"These bones aren't human," she said.
"What are they?" he asked.
"I'm not completely sure, but the remains in that bag are definitely not from a person," she said.
"Okay, then," Booth said. Brennan turned to another agent.
"I'd like you to make sure these remains get sent to the Jeffersonian. I want to ensure these bones aren't human and determine their origin," Brennan said.
"Yes, Dr. Brennan," the agent replied. Brennan turned to Booth.
"So much for us spending more work time together," she said with a sigh.
"Yeah," he agreed with disappointment. "Let's go."
They drove back to the Jeffersonian discussing their almost-case. The topic, though, quickly shifted to their mistletoe kiss.
"So you kissed me even though the trailer had been secured," Booth teased.
"That was a dirty trick," Brennan said. "Even for Caroline." Booth smiled.
"You wanted to kiss me," he taunted.
"My mind didn't comprehend what Caroline had said before she pushed you at me. I believe you also complained about having two seconds to process something that day," she pointed out.
"You wanted to kiss me," he chuckled as they pulled up to the Jeffersonian.
"Suddenly I'm looking forward to getting out of this car and talking to Angela," she said. Booth feigned hurt.
"Yeah, you'll miss me. You'll see," he teased. "My place or yours tonight?"
"Mine," she determined.
"Will you make me mac and cheese?" he asked, smiling.
"We'll see," she smiled back.
"See you tonight," he said.
They leaned together and shared a quick, gentle kiss. She climbed out of the car and grabbed her bag. The protective side of him watched her leave and didn't drive away until she was securely inside the walls of the Jeffersonian.
Brennan returned to her office to find Angela lying on her couch, waiting for her return. Angela sat up when Brennan walked in to give her room to sit next to her.
"That was fast," Angela said.
"It's not a real case. The bones aren't human," Brennan revealed.
"Good! More time for us to chat, and we are not leaving until you tell me everything, so it'll be easier on both of us if you're cooperative from the beginning," Angela informed her.
"There's not much to tell, but I'll tell you what you want to know," Brennan said.
"Let's start with the talk after you ditched the kid," Angela said eagerly.
"Angela!" Brennan exclaimed.
"Sorry, after Parker left," she corrected.
"He admitted that he had wanted to kiss me, and I admitted that our kiss wasn't nothing," she said.
"So, earlier, when you said you two were "fine," after you talked, you meant really, really fine," Angela said.
"I suppose," Brennan shrugged. "Anything else you'd like to hear about our post-blackmail talk?"
"Oh, to hell with how it happened. Let's get to the good stuff! How is he?" Angela asked, sounding just as eager as she had when the conversation started.
"He's an excellent kisser," Brennan smiled.
"No, sweetie, not kissing, though that's important, too, how is he…you know…in bed?" Angela asked.
"I don't know. We haven't had sex yet," Brennan revealed. Angela looked downright shocked.
"No sex? What? Why?" she asked. Angela then remembered why Sully had wanted to hold out on having sex with her best friend. Angela sighed. "What's wrong with his penis?"
Brennan chuckled. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with his penis. We just haven't have sex yet."
"And here I was thinking you made up a case so he could have his way with you in the back seat of his SUV. There goes that fantasy," Angela said with a giggle.
"You're fantasizing about Booth and me?" Brennan asked.
"Just for a second," Angela admitted.
"Besides, we wouldn't have sex on the job in his SUV. Angela, Booth and I are…" Brennan started.
"Professionals, I know," she finished. "But, sweetie, seriously, why the holdout?"
"The one night we got close, he stopped me and said he wanted to wait so our first time together would be…oh, what word did he use…" Brennan explained.
"Perfect?" Angela guessed.
"No, it's completely irrational to expect perfection. Special, that's what he said," Brennan replied. Angela looked like she was about to squeal again.
"That's so sweet!" she replied.
"It's sweet that he's making me wait so long, I feel like I'm going to explode?" Brennan asked. She knew that exploding from a lack of sex was a scientific impossibility, but that didn't stop her from feeling exactly that way.
"No, sweetie. It's sweet that he cares about you enough to want everything to be right and perfect, no matter how irrational that is," Angela explained.
Brennan thought for a moment. "I accept that explanation."
"So if you guys aren't sleeping together, and you're not really seeing each other at work these days, what do you do? Have dinner at the diner, kiss goodnight, and go your separate ways?" she asked.
"Well, no," Brennan replied. "We haven't had sex, but we are sleeping together. We switch between his home and mine."
"Really?" Angela asked.
"I liked waking up with him the day after Christmas, and he concurred, so we spend our nights together."
"Just like Christmas night?" Angela asked.
"If you're asking if he holds me, yes, he usually does," she said.
"Okay, Bren, you need to listen to me," Angela said, grabbing Brennan's hand.
"What?" Brennan asked.
"You sound like you've got a great thing going with Booth. Don't get scared, sweetie. Don't run away from this one."
Brennan was silent as Angela vocalized the fears she'd been having since she and Booth officially got involved.
"What if I can't help it, Ange?" she asked with a fearful tone of voice.
"Then come to me. I'll girl talk you through it and send you right back to your FBI knight-in-shining-armor," Angela promised.
Around eight that night, Brennan finally entered her apartment, locking the door behind her. She found Booth on her couch watching television, beer and a slice of pizza in either hand.
"Hey, you're here," Booth said with a smile. "What kept you at the lab so late tonight?"
"Deer bones," Brennan said. "The crime scene bones were from a deer. We found a few gunshot markings on the bones. It's your standard hunting victim."
"Want a beer?" he asked, shaking his can at her. She wrinkled up her nose.
"What is that?" she asked.
"You won't buy the good stuff, Bones, then I will. Hungry?"
"Sorry about the mac and cheese," she said truthfully. She liked cooking for him.
"Pizza's good, too," he shrugged.
She grabbed a soda from her fridge and sat next to him on the couch, picking up a slice of pizza once she was settled.
"So, don't forget, I've got Parker tomorrow," Booth said.
"I didn't forget," she said.
"Parker says your presence is mandatory tomorrow night."
"He likes me, doesn't he?" she asked.
"He adores you, and that makes two of us," Booth said, placing a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.
"Does Parker know about…us?" she asked.
"No…not yet. I'm still trying to figure out how to tell him," Booth said. "It should be fun."
A couple hours later, Booth was pulling the covers over his and Brennan's bodies. He snuggled up behind her on the bed, placing a kiss on her temple.
"Goodnight, Bones," he said. She turned her head and placed a soft kiss on his lips, eliciting a smile from him.
"Goodnight," she echoed.
He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back to his stomach, spooning her from behind. She leaned in to his embrace.
"Seeley?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, Bones?" he replied, matching his tone.
"Don't let me run away from you."
He chuckled. "Do you really think I'd let you get very far?"
Coming Soon: Parker finds out about Booth and Brennan, and Brennan spends Friday evening with the Booth boys.
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