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Chapter 2

Buffy had gotten up early to check in with her assistant and make sure no problems had arisen for tonight's event.

"Thanks Will… and the SUV you brought it by…?"

She nodded as it was confirmed. "Good then I'll see you at 4:00pm."

"Right, bye" and hung up. She walked towards the balcony of her penthouse and stared out into space. Gracing a finger over her lips… she began to replay the night before.

"Booth come on…" she said as they walked into the Four Seasons Hotel.

"But… I don't live here, my home is… is…I actually don't want to go home, she might still be there…" he slurred. "Damn you women, you say you want a man and when the man professes his feelings… you turn him down, who gets you?"

They were finally in her room and she laid him out in her bed, she took off his shirt, his pants, his shoes, his socks and made him comfortable.

"What is it about me that they don't want…?" he said gazing at her with a sadness that called to her heart.

She ran her fingers across his forehead, "Maybe you just haven't found the right one…"

He stared at her sleepily for a moment, grabbed her hand on his face and kissed it lightly on the inside of her palm.

She smiled and tucked him in before walking away when he suddenly pulled her to him and began kissing her…

She smiled at the memory then there was a knock on main door…

/

Booth began to wake as it seemed like someone was pounding at his head with a hammer. He grunted and moved in bed when suddenly he realized he didn't remember getting home. He opened his eyes only to quickly close them again because of the bright sunlight peering in.

He peaked at his surroundings a little, where was he…? He questioned. It looked like a hotel, he wasn't in his bed that was for sure, and the last thing he remembered was just leaving the bar with… "Buffy…" then heard a knock.

"Uh… just a sec…" he sat in bed passing a hand through his hair, and the inside of his shirt over his teeth, "Come… come in…"

Buffy peaked in, "Are you decent…?" she asked cheery holding clothes on a hanger, a glass of water, and pills.

He smiled weakly, "Depends on your definition of decent…"

She noticed the light was bothering him so she set the clothes down and went over to close the curtains, "I had breakfast brought in in the other room when you're ready…" she walked towards him, "And I don't know what works for you but here's some aspirin…" she set the pills and water on the night stand.

She was beaming at him with such emotion that he began to panic wondering if he'd slept with her, "Did I… did we… did anything happen between us last night…?"

She felt her heart sink, he didn't remember… "No… no… of course not…"

He nodded, "Sorry you had to baby-sit me last night… God… what you must think of me… and I'm supposed to be that older responsible brother…" he took two pills and sipped some water.

"Don't worry about it…it's understandable" she walked to the foot of the bed, "I uh… had your clothes dry cleaned and anything you need should be in the bathroom unless you'd like to head home then…" she walked over to hang his clothes on the bathroom door.

"Thank you, that wasn't necessary…" he smiled.

"Uh… your phone's been going off for a couple of hours; I didn't want to answer in case it was private…"

"Shit…" he whispered, "It must be work… I… I should check in…" he got out of bed in his boxers and she turned around.

"Uh… your phone should be on the desk by the window…" she said while holding a hand to her face to not see him practically naked.

He kind of laughed at her embarrassment in him being in his delicates.

"I'll… uh… give you some privacy…" she closed the bedroom door and waited by the balcony where breakfast had been served. She poured herself some coffee… and flipped through the paper as was her morning ritual. Though that kiss they had shared had flipped her world upside down, the fact that he didn't remember… bothered her, and she wasn't about to just blabbed it out.

/

He knew that he shouldn't be there with her, and that the moment that he woke up he should've gotten dressed and left to his house, but being anywhere that reminded him of yesterdays situation was just something he wanted to avoid, so he sighed and grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine… sorry, I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to take a couple of personal days off if that's okay…" he said into the phone.

"Thanks… and can you let the Jeffersonian know…? Great, yeah… bye…" He hung up the phone and went in the bathroom to shower.

As she heard the shower she smirked, at least he had felt comfortable enough to get cleaned up there.

/

All soapy clean and dressed he opened the bedroom door and joined Buffy in the common area. She was sitting by a little table were breakfast had been served, sipping some coffee, and reading the paper.

"Uh… I hope it wasn't weird with me staying in your hotel, and getting all showered up here and all…" he said while sitting in the small chair across from her.

She grinned, "Not at all… what are friends for," she said with double meaning, "your brother does it all the time…" he made a face and she felt the need to explain herself to him, "but don't worry it's nothing, you know, sexual or anything. He's like the cousin that always makes himself at home when in town, I'm use to it… sorry I tend to babble sometimes, feel free to stop me…"

He laughed, "You're fine… so please tell me there's coffee in one of these things…" he gestured to the small pots.

"Yes…" she answered, "Here let me…" and she poured him some.

He glanced at her newspaper, while sipping coffee and asked, "Hmm… can I have the sports section…?"

"Sure… I gotta warn you though, there's nothing interesting to read…"

"You like sports…?" he asked surprised.

"Some… it depends on who's playing…." Then her phone rang interrupting…

"Sorry… ooh… it's your brother… should I tell him you're here…?"

"Yeah, better get it out of the way now…"

"Okay…" she turned to him answering, "Elizabeth Summers…"

"Buffy… how'd everything go… did you meet with my brother?"

"Hey hon… yeah I met with your brother, he's here with me know; would you like to talk to him?"

"Yeah… let me talk to my big brother…" She handed him the phone.

"Hello Jer…" Booth answered.

"Hey big bro, so how'd things go… how's the future Mrs. Seeley Booth…?"

He felt a pang of pain in his chest at the reminder, "I wouldn't know… she said no…"

"Oh crap… I'm so sorry Booth… I'm… I don't know what to say and then I sent you to Buffy, you must think…"

"Jer… Jared!" he said to interrupt him, "its fine… Buffy's been nothing but a good friend in this… awkward time…" he smirked at her.

"Yeah… she's great like that… well I'm glad. I'm really sorry to have brought it up you know the subject and all…"

"Its fine… it's not like you knew or anything…"

"Yeah, I know but still. Hey listen, tell Buffy I'll call her later because I'm here at the base already…k? Bye…"

"I will… Bye…" he handed her phone back.

She looked at him worried, "One down a lot to go…?"

"Not really… I'm sure by the time I'm back everyone will have heard and hopefully won't bring it up…"

"Hopefully…" she agreed, "well have some breakfast and your truck's parked in valet when you're ready…"

"Right… I'd forgotten about it, thank you, how did you…?"

"I called my assistant, Willow… she's a great PA and the bestest friend ever…"

It bearly occurred to him that he must me holding her back from work, "Oh I'm sorry you probably need to get to work, and here I am…"

She cut him off, "Oh no… they won't need me at work till four, so I'm good…"

He smiled to her as he somehow felt like they'd known each other for years, conversation flowed easily between them. It kind of crossed by his mind that maybe they'd known each other in another life, because this kind of comfort with someone was just too extraordinary to be true.

Last night's kiss was the only thing on her mind, she'd been trying to view the social section and read the small articles, but noticed that she'd read the same line like ten times. But then remembered that HE didn't even remember what happened between them, she shook her head hurt setting the paper down, "You know… I just remembered that there are a couple of errands I have to run…" she said trying to find an excuse to leave.

He got up with her from the table, "Oh okay… well I can take you…" he offered.

"No…" she let out somewhat loud, "I mean it's not necessary… thank you, it's boring girly stuff…" she smiled grabbing her purse and headed for the door.

"Just ask for your truck at the valet upfront…"

"Okay…" he said confused by her change of mood, "I'll see you later…?" he questioned.

"Uh… sure…" and with that she was gone.

"Alright…" he said to himself, "What the hell just happened…"