The next day Temperance is sunburnt, and decides to stay inside. She lays around her hotel suite in misery. She stares at the sun and sand, and water outside of her room, and longs to be out there. But even more she longs to be out there with him. She wishes that he could be here to enjoy this with her. She wishes that just once she could let her guard down and just hang out with him. Not be partners, but just friends. She wonders what it would be like if they were more than partners. As she goes there she stops herself, and closes her eyes.
She swears she hears knocking on her door. "Bones," a voice calls out.
"Temperance open up it's me. It's Seeley," a voice begs.
I'm delusional. I'm hearing him in my head. This is ridiculous. Maybe I should call him. Maybe I'll just turn on some music.
"Temperance I didn't come all the way to the Bahamas so that you could ignore me. The clerk at the desk told me that you were in here. And not it's not your imagination. Now could you please open up, I'm making myself look like a fool," he admits.
She opens her eyes, and wanders across the room out of curiosity. She looks through the peephole. She wipes her eyes, and then looks again. She still sees him standing there. She unchains the door, and opens it. He comes in the room and hugs her tightly.
"Booth, Seeley, Seeley," she says in a panic.
"What?"
"Let go. NOW!" she insists shakily.
He lets go of her.
"What's wrong. Should I leave?"
"No, I just have a really bad sunburn,"
"Oh. I'm sorry,"
"Come in I guess,"
He wheels his luggage in and closes the door behind him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I had an intervention,"
"With who?"
"Cam, and Angela, and of course Sweets orchestrated it,"
"What kind of an intervention?"
"They told me that I had to come find you,"
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"No,"
"Why would they make you trek halfway across the globe to find me when they all knew where I was?"
"Because they're all convinced that we are, or at least we should be more than just partners,"
"Oh. What do you think,"
"I think that I came all the way to the Bahamas in the middle of the night because a bunch of squints told me to. So I'm open to whatever might happen. At this point I think that we should just allow for the inevitability of the situation take it's course whatever that may be,"
"What are you saying?"
"Today I am not your partner. I am your friend, and whatever else you would like me to be,"
"Oh,"
"Let's just soak this up, because eventually we have to go home,"
"No more sun for a few days,"
"Ok," he smiles.
"I think that I'm peeling," she sighs.
"Turn on the light," he instructs her.
She flips on the light.
"Oh wow. You're as red as a beet. You look terrible,"
"Thanks,"
"I just mean you're really burnt,"
"I'm aware,"
"Didn't you put on any sun screen?"
"Not enough,"
"What happened?"
"I always re-apply. I burn easily I know this,"
"But?"
"But I was reading a book and I closed my eyes to listen to the boats, and the kids, and the birds,"
"And? Let me guess you fell asleep,"
"Uh huh. I not only fell asleep. It wasn't a cat nap by any means. I slept for six hours,"
"What time did you fall asleep,"
"About a quarter after ten,"
"Ouch,"
"Ouch doesn't even begin to cover it,"
"I have something in my suitcase that will fix you then," he tells her.
"What?"
"Strip down,"
"What?!"
"You are wearing undergarments right?"
"Of course,"
"Then strip down,"
"Why?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course. I'd have to by now," she answers.
"Temperance just do it," he insists.
"Ok," she agrees.
He unzips his bag, and pulls out an can. "This is going to be cold," he tells her.
"What is?" she asks with her back to him.
"Just let me spray you,"
"Fine," she huffs.
He sprays her entire back side. "Turn," he instructs her.
She sighs, and then turns around. He sprays her front and then hands the can to her.
"What do you want me to do with it?"
"Spray your face,"
She hastily sprays the aerosol onto her hands and then rubs it all over her face.
"What exactly did I just put all over my face?"
"It's aloe. I brought it just in case,"
"Thank you," she smiles.
"So what do you want to do?"
"I'm burnt, I'm not hungry, and I just want to lay down and be miserably burnt,"
"That sounds good,"
"Let's take a nap," she suggests.
"Where on the couch?"
"No come on you can nap with me," she walks away from him.
"Where are you going?"
"To the bedroom,"
He follows her voice through a set of heavy wooden doors.
"Whoa baby. This is a nice room,"
"Yeah. I don't know why I needed a suite? I think that I can blame it on Angela,"
"I don't think she's going to care,"
"The bed is too big. I have to have a dozen pillows as a barrier, because it's just too big,"
He hops on the bed. He buries his face in a pillow.
"So where are you going to nap? The couch?" he jokes.
"No we're both going to nap right here," she answers.
"Are you serious?" he nearly chokes to death.
"Uh huh. Then I won't need so many pillows. Just don't touch my sunburn,"
"You're killing me," he tells her.
"I don't know what you mean,"
"Can I take a picture of you,"
"Why? I'm half naked,"
"I want to show everyone your sunburn,"
"You can take a picture of my face,"
"Fine," he compromises.
They take a nap for about two hours. Booth wakes up first. He just lays in bed.
"Seeley why is your head in my hair? Are you sniffing me?" She questions him without moving, or even opening her eyes.
"Maybe,"
"Why are you smelling my hair?"
"It smells like heaven,"
"I didn't know that heaven had a smell,"
"It's my interpretation of what I believe heaven would smell like,"
"So my hair smells like your interpretation of heaven?" She clarifies.
"Yes,"
"Which is what?"
"Flowers, sweat, sand, and salt water,"
"That's an interesting interpretation," she tells him.
"Bones I'm hungry," he admits.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Nothing. I just thought that you should know,"
"Ok,"
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving," she answers.
"Then get up,"
"Why?"
"I want to take you out to dinner,"
"Fine," she sighs not going to pass up the offer of food.
"Really?"
"Uh huh,"
"Get pretty I want to take you somewhere nice,"
"Get pretty?"
"You know what I mean,"
"No I don't,"
"Dress up, and put on some make up,"
"What if I don't want to,"
"Then don't. I don't care. You can go in sweats, or a bathing suit. I'm going to wear a suit, but you do whatever you want,"
Seeley is sitting and waiting on Temperance. He stares at his watch. Finally he hears the door open. He hears heels hit the floor. He looks up slowly. He stares at the shoe. He move his way up her leg, eventually getting to her face.
"Good enough?" she asks.
"Wow," he tells her.
"Wow what?"
"You look... hot," he admits.
"Thanks," she smiles.
He grabs his phone and snaps a picture of her.
"Does the pink look bad with my sunburn?"
He stares at the hot pink dress. "No," he answers.
"Are you ready?" she questions.
"Give me a second," he quickly types a message along with the pictures and sends them to Angela's phone.