2-Did You Eat Yet?
Booth had let Hodgins drive him home, where he stumbled through the door and made for the bedroom. Without bothering to change, he collapsed onto the bed and buried his face in the pillow, sobbing.
He woke up three hours later with a splitting headache and a face sticky from tears, which continued to pour in his sleep. He trudged to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Looking up into the mirror, he noticed his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes. Sighing, he saw that it was now six AM and changed into a suit.
At nine o'clock he found himself wondering if she had eaten breakfast. Dialing her number, he prepared for an argument. "Brennan," she answered.
"Bones, it's-" was all he could get out before she hung up. He dialed again.
"Brennan," she answered in a slightly more annoyed tone.
"Do you want to-." Then silence. He sighed and called Wendell. "Wendell, it's Booth."
"Oh," Wendell said, sounding surprised. "What can I do for you?"
"Do you know if Bones has eaten breakfast yet?"
"Yeah, I saw her eating a bagel like a half hour ago. Why?"
Booth sighed loudly. "No reason. Just making sure she's OK. Thanks," he said, then hung up. Great, she's eating without me, he thought. He knew she was doing it on purpose, so that he'd have no excuse to come to her office.
Wendell knew better than to indulge in conversation with either Booth or Brennan about their partnership, so he went to the only person he knew would know something and that he could talk to without getting in trouble: Angela. He entered her office hesitantly, but smiled with relief when she greeted him with a grin.
"Can I talk to you, Angela?"
"Of course, Wendell. What's wrong?"
"Um, well, it seems like something's going on between Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan and…and Agent Booth just called me asking if Dr. Brennan had eaten yet today…."
"Oh, honey. Booth and Bren had an argument," Angela answered.
"Uh, doesn't that always happen?" Wendell asked.
"Well, yeah, but…this one's different." Wendell raised an eyebrow. "They haven't made up yet." Wendell raised the other eyebrow. "I don't what it's about," Angela continued hastily. "Bren won't talk to me about it. Typical. And Booth hasn't been here in four days. Something is definitely wrong."
"Do you think he told her he loves her?" Wendell asked.
"Maybe, but I haven't talked to Booth yet. It's strange he hasn't called me for advice."
"Maybe you should call him," Wendell suggested.
"Call who?" Hodgins asked, walking into Angela's office. "Are you talking about Booth and Dr. B?" They nodded.
"What happened, Jack?"
"Oh, uh, I don't really know…I mean Booth…." Angela gave him a glare that said, "I'm going to find out anyway," so he started talking.
"Wow, so she actually shoved him?" Angela asked in disbelief. Hodgins nodded. "Damn. I mean the only other time she physically hurt Booth was when…" she trailed off.
"When what?" Wendell asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"When she found out Booth was alive," Angela whispered. Wendell nodded in understanding. Another silence followed.
"Do you think we should talk to her?" Wendell asked.
"I don't know…." Hodgins answered.
"Actually," Angela interjected, "I think we should talk to Sweets."