Chapter 2
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Riiiiinngg! Brennan shot up in her bed, looking wildly around in the darkness for the source of the loud ringing. Fire alarm, her sleep addled brain supplied. Fire! She sniffed the air, but didn't smell any smoke. It took her a moment to get her bearings, to remember exactly which state and which hotel she was currently in. Santa Fe. The arroyo. La Llorona. Booth.
Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see it was 3:17 am. The alarm's incessant noise didn't stop and she figured she had better hurry, for the sake of her hearing, if nothing else. She slipped on a pair of relatively clean pants, dropping her short cotton nightshirt back down. She started for the door, grabbing her purse out of habit on the way. When she opened it, she faced Booth, who was standing with his arm poised to knock.
"Is there a fire?" she asked, blinking back the bright lights of the hall.
"I don't know, Bones, but we better go." Booth put his arm behind her back and guided her down the hall. "The stairs are this way."
As they evacuated the hotel, other befuddled and drowsy customers joined them. The crowd spilled out into the inner courtyard, a collective gasp as the cool night air washed over them. Booth and Bones made their way through the huddled masses, finding a place to wait it out on the edge of the crowd. They watched as several employees hustled past them.
"I didn't see shit, did you?" a uniformed bellboy asked one of his fellow employees.
"No man, no smoke or anything," he agreed.
"Great. Here we go again," the bellboy said with a sigh.
Booth listened to their conversation automatically. His heart was only now beginning to slow. When the fire alarm went off he was deep asleep, but he flew out of bed and grabbed his weapon on instinct. Most of the time, he was successful at repressing certain instincts and reactions the Army had drilled into him. But being woken in the night by the jarring noise had shaken him. Rubbing his face, he took a few steps and leaned against a tree.
"I can't believe this," Brennan said, following him. "All the hotels I've been in and I've never had an alarm like this."
"Yeah, this is a first for me too," he replied with a yawn. Booth stopped and leaned back against the tree.
Sirens pierced the still night air, then quieted, and Brennan shivered. The warmth of the day quickly gave way to the coolness of night once the sun set beyond the mountains. Standing next to Booth, she looked around, taking in the strange scene. The various adobe buildings of the hotel lined the perimeter, surrounding the lusciously landscaped inner courtyard. Right in the middle of it all sat the oldest building, once home to a rich entrepreneur in the late 1800's, which now housed rooms as well as the bar they had been in last night.
The group they were a part of had stayed inside the hotel grounds, but she watched as another group was lead through the entrance and out onto the street. Most people were in various states of undress, some wearing the fluffy reddish-brown robes with La Posada embroidered across the front. Brennan crossed her arms over her light cotton top and wished she had thought to do the same.
Next to her, she knew Booth was doing the same thing, carefully observing the scene, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Except nothing seemed ordinary about the posh hotel's clients milling outside in their nightclothes. To their left, she could see hotel employees passing out blankets and robes to the crowd.
"This is bullshit!" a man in front of them shouted as a woman wearing a maid's uniform tried to hand him a blanket. "I will not stand out here…" The man stopped and watched as a very tall blond woman paraded by wearing only skimpy black lingerie that barely covered her alluring curves.
Turning to Booth to comment on the woman's audacity, Brennan noticed that Booth was following the blond eagerly with his eyes.
"Hey," Booth said innocently when Brennan punched him in the arm. "What was that for?"
Brennan gave him a reproachful look. "I thought you might start drooling," she said dryly.
"How come you don't sleep like that?" Booth asked playfully, pointing to Brennan's cotton and denim attire.
No bothering to answer, she turned instead, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and watched as the first firemen and police arrived on scene.
"Bones," Booth said, poking her shoulder several moments later.
"What?" she hissed back.
"I am going to go see what is going on."
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Brennan's eyes immediately picked out Booth as he made his way back towards her, blanket in hand.
"Here," he said unceremoniously, handing her the blanket.
"I don't need this," she replied automatically. Truthfully, she was a bit cold, but her pride wouldn't allow her to use the blanket. Instead, she turned and passed it to a young couple huddled together next to them.
Booth watched Brennan quietly, shaking his head at her stubbornness.
"Oh, thanks!" the woman said.
"You guys don't need this?" her boyfriend asked.
"No," Brennan insisted. "I am fine." She watched as the young man slipped the blanket around his shoulders and pulled his girlfriend tightly to him, kissing her before lifting the blanket over their heads.
"Well," Booth said from behind her, making her jump, "at least we should get back inside soon. There is no sign of a fire so far and they are going to reset the alarm." Booth clapped his hands together in front of him. "And then we sleep."
Yawning as if on cue, Brennan said, "I'm glad we didn't book that seven o'clock flight."
"Me too," Booth agreed. He sat back down, trying to make himself comfortable on the uneven ground. When Brennan didn't follow, he patted the ground next to him.
She sat stiffly next to him, and he noticed her surreptitious looks at the blanketed couple, who were now making out in earnest. Booth couldn't help but be a little jealous of their method of keeping warm, and he wondered about Brennan's interest in the couple. Though the night was illuminated by the lights of the hotel, there wasn't enough light for him to read her face. Maybe she was thinking of earlier, in the hallway. He didn't think she knew just how close he was to kissing her. If she hadn't stepped back when she did … actually, Booth realized, maybe she did know just how close it was.
"Ow," Brennan said, rubbing a spot on her back where she had leaned against a sharp stick. Booth had been following her silent struggle to find a comfortable position, since he himself was happy leaning against the large base of the tree. Part of Bones' struggle seemed to be keeping a respectable distance between the two of them. Finally, she looked up at him, a pitiful expression on her face as she still rubbed at the sore spot.
"Come here," he said holding out his arm, offering his side to her. After another quick glance at the passionate couple, she slid over the ground until she was next to him. He lowered his arm around her shoulders and tried to get her to lean into him, but she resisted, sitting awkwardly straight.
"It's ok, Bones," he said in low voice, his mouth close to her ear. She leaned back fractionally and Booth sighed. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, willing both himself and Bones to relax. After a few minutes, she did, sinking wordlessly back against his body.
After a while, Brennan felt herself start to drift off to sleep, and forced her eyes open. The adrenaline of the initial alarm had worn off, and her body was now aware that it was four in the morning and that she should be sleeping. No longer cold, thanks to their shared body heat, she was a little more comfortable snuggled up next to her partner than she would care to admit.
They heard a stirring, come from behind them, and they could see the edge of the crowd moving slowly back towards their rooms. Booth stood up, and extended an arm for Brennan, who refused the help. She brushed the dirt from her pants and together they started for their building.
Suddenly, everything went dark. Booth stopped abruptly, causing Brennan to run into him from behind. Reaching out, she grabbed his arm in the confused darkness and kept hold of it as they looked around. Every building in the complex was completely dark. From here, they could not see if the power outage extended beyond the insular hotel complex.
"Look," they heard a woman say and a murmur went through the crowd. They turned, trying to find what the others were looking at. At the very top of the old house, there was a strange flickering light in the window. It appeared for several seconds, then vanished.
At first, Booth wasn't sure he had actually seen the light. He closed his eyes and opened them, refocusing on the spot where he had seen the light, but it was gone. Turning to ask Brennan if she had seen the yellowish light, she gripped his arm tighter and pointed. It was back, though one floor lower this time. The crowd watched in silence as the light flickered for a few seconds in each window before moving onto the next.
"It looks like someone walking around with a candle," Brennan whispered.
"Aren't there hotel rooms on the second floor?" Booth asked.
"I think so," Brennan said, trying to remember what she had read. She and Booth were not staying in the older Staab house, but in one of the perimeter casitas.
"So how is that person getting from room to room so quickly?" Booth asked. Brennan had no answer.
They watched as the light reached the last window on the west side of the building, then started back the way it had come. Brennan turned to see if the light was from an outside source, or perhaps a reflection, but everything was dark except the light of the early morning moon.
"Bones," Booth said, calling her attention to the corner, where their rooms were. The light flickered for several seconds in each of the six west facing windows, then disappeared. Heads turned from one corner to the other trying to find where it had gone next.
And then the lights came back on. A blaze of artificial light washed out over the grounds. Every single light, regardless of whether it had been on or not before the outage, was shining brightly. Brennan looked down and realized she was still clutching Booth's arm tightly. "Sorry," she mumbled, releasing his arm and rubbing her hands together in front of her.
The people around them began to move again, determined to make it back to their beds before anything else weird happened. But Booth wasn't moving. He was looking back and forth between the two buildings where the light had appeared. The only rooms still dark where the ones in which the strange light had appeared.
"Isn't that your room?" Booth asked, pointing to a far dark window.
Brennan counted and said, "I think so." They exchanged a brief look before they resumed walking. As they approached her door, they were greeted by a uniformed hotel employee.
"Is this your room?" he asked the couple.
"Yes," Brennan answered, carefully emphasizing her next words. "It's mine."
"I apologize ma'am, but these west facing rooms are still without power. We cannot have any guests staying in them tonight," he explained.
"What happened with the power? And the alarms?" Booth asked.
"I'm not sure. False alarm, I believe." The employee studied the couple before him, the tall man standing close behind the beautiful woman, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. He was having a hard time reading the situation. "If you will accompany me to the office, I can see about finding you another room for the rest of the night. Unless you prefer other arrangements…" he trailed off, embarrassed.
Booth cleared his throat and stepped away from Brennan. "Yeah, Bones, you might as well stay with me. We aren't going to get much sleep anyway."
The employee winked at Booth, who colored as he realized what he had said. To Brennan he said, "You may go to the front desk in the morning to straighten out your room. Good night."
Giving her a sheepish grin, Booth opened the door to his room. There were a few random articles of clothing strewn about and he hurriedly picked them up, shoving them into his bag in the corner.
Brennan glanced around his room, it's décor and layout different from hers, not quite as nice. "Why is it my room that has no power," she complained half heartily with a yawn.
"I guess my room wasn't good enough for the ghost." He sat down on the loveseat and took off his shoes.
"You don't really believe it was a ghost, do you?" she asked incredulously.
Booth sighed. It was almost four thirty in the morning; he knew he didn't have the mental strength for this discussion, so he changed the subject instead. "You can take the bed." He leaned back against the cushions. "I'll sleep here."
"Don't be silly, Booth," she said, shaking her head. "This bed is huge. We can share, there are only a few hours left to sleep anyway."
She watched him from the corner of her eye, interested in his reaction. "If you're sure," he said standing up. As she looked at him, his dark hair tousled and muscled arms peaking out from his shirt, the bed suddenly seemed smaller.
"Of course," she said, not sounding quite as sure as she had before.
Booth stood awkwardly at the other side. "Mind if I take my shirt off?" he asked, fingering the collar of the cotton t-shirt.
"Go ahead," she said, sneaking a look at his bare chest before turning her head away. "Seriously, Booth, do you believe in ghosts?" she asked to distract herself from their rather intimate situation.
"Bones," Booth said sighing, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Yes, I do. But I do not want to get into this right now," he added firmly.
Moving off towards the bathroom, Brennan said, "I'm not really surprised. Your Catholicism has a deep-rooted tradition of mysticism. The church even sanctions exorcisms to rid people of demonic possessions."
"Not now, Bones," he said warningly.
She turned back to tease him one final time, but he had moved and she almost ran into him. "Oh!" she said in surprise, her right hand automatically reaching out, coming to rest on his arm. They were standing close in the dimly lit hotel room; closer than they had been the night before in the hallway. Brennan kept her eyes focused on her hand, expecting Booth to move, but he didn't. Neither did he speak. Finally, Brennan raised her head, her eyes tracing the pleasing and symmetrical lines of his face.
There was a look in Booth's dark eyes that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't sure how to interpret it. Her heart was suddenly pounding and she dropped her hand back to her side, but she stayed where she was. Slowly, Booth's left hand moved and came to rest just above her hip. They moved infinitesimally closer.
Brennan could feel his breath on her face, the heat from his body where their chests barely touched. The smell the tangy soap he'd washed with earlier filled teased her nose. It was as if all of her senses were concentrated on him. Without thinking, she tilted her head forward, closing the remaining space between them, and kissed him. Booth's hand moved from her waist to her back, as he held her tightly, deepening the kiss. For a moment, she was lost in the sensation of the embrace and she slid her arms up to his neck, wanting him even closer. But then her mind broke through the haze of feeling and she remembered just who she was kissing.
Pulling away, she stammered, "I'm … I'm sorry. I don't know what …."
Booth's arms dropped as she stepped back out of his reach. Feeling the cool air creep in where she had been, he watched her, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. She looked completely shocked at her actions. She also looked beautiful with her eyes wide and shining, face flushed.
"Don't, Bones. Don't apologize," he said in a low voice.
She shook her head, "But we can't and I shouldn't have."
Booth eyed her thoughtfully, not entirely sure how to handle the situation. He longed to go to her, to finish what they had started, but she was now several feet away from him, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed in front of her, looking rather upset.
"It was just a kiss," he said, his casual words belying the truth. She looked at him, almost grateful. "Happens to me all the time," he said forcing a small laugh. "Sometimes I'm irresistible. What can I say?"
Smiling tentatively, Brennan nodded. "I bet it does. I'm … I'm just gonna finish up here," she pointed to the bathroom. She'd been about to add, 'and then we can get to sleep,' but the thought brought some rather heated images into her mind.
With the bathroom door was securely closed behind her, she leaned on the counter and closed her eyes, not quite able to comprehend what she had just done. Booth was good looking, she'd already acknowledged her feelings about that, but this couldn't happen. Not while they worked together. And now she wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassed, attacking her partner in the middle of the night with some unwanted kiss. Though somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew, from the way Booth had held her, that the kiss was not entirely unwanted.
What scared her most was that she'd kissed him because she literally couldn't control herself. She'd felt exceptionally close to him since they had arrived in Santa Fe. Perhaps it was the laid back atmosphere of the city, or the posh yet casual atmosphere of the hotel that had caused her control to slip, or the elevation. Either way, she needed to get her herself back under control quickly.
Splashing water on her face, Brennan stared into the mirror, trying to see what Booth saw, but it was just her same old face staring back, still slightly flushed from the close contact. Though she felt like staying in the bathroom for the rest of the night rather than face him, she knew that would only make it worse. She needed to play it casually, as Booth had. Just a kiss between adults in the middle of the night. Nothing more.
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Booth was sitting on the bed wearing only a pair of shorts when she opened the door. One look at him and she immediately felt heat rise in her again. Instead of joining him, she curled up on the corner of the love seat, clutching a pillow to her chest.
"I think I'll just sleep here," she said breezily.
"Are you sure?" Booth asked, his intense eyes boring into hers.
"Yes," she said firmly, for once aware that there was more to the question beneath the surface.
Standing up, Booth crossed the room towards her. For one illogical moment, she thought he was going to take her in his arms and make love to her right there on the couch, and she found herself unable to muster any resistance. Instead, he picked up a blanket and spread it across her.
"Get some rest, Bones," Booth said tenderly, bending down and lightly kissing her forehead. "We've got a long travel day tomorrow."
Leaning back into the couch, she touched a hand to her forehead, and drifted off to sleep.
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Brennan escaped to the safety of her own room as soon as the sun came up. Tiptoeing quietly past the bed, she couldn't help but pause at the sight of a sleeping Booth. He looked relaxed and almost vulnerable, two qualities he rarely exhibited when he was awake. He was lying on his back; his left hand sprawled out across the empty bed next to him as if he was reaching for someone.
Fleetingly, Brennan wondered what it would be like if things were different. How it would feel if she filled the empty spot next to him on the bed. Then Booth shifted, turning to his side, and Brennan fled from the room, not wanting to be caught staring at him.
Her room felt strangely cool when she entered it. Looking around cautiously, she noted that nothing looked out of place. If someone had been in her room, flashing a light, there was no sign of it. She also noticed that the heavy curtains were closed tightly. It would have been impossible to see a light in her room so clearly from outside. Goosebumps crept up her arms, and she rubbed at them. Laughing aloud, she said, "Ghosts. Right." Then she crawled under the covers for another hour of sleep.
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"Morning, Bones," Booth said, giving her a bright smile as he joined her in the lobby.
"Hi, Booth," she replied a bit shyly.
He held her eyes for a moment longer, keeping the smile on his face, hoping to reassure her that there was no need for it be to uncomfortable between them. Silently, he started to say a prayer that they could forget that the kiss had ever happened, but he stopped. That wasn't exactly the result he dreamed about.
"Booth?" Brennan said, touching his shoulder lightly to get his attention.
He cleared his throat. "Sorry." Looking around, he didn't see her bags. "Where's your stuff?"
"The concierge took it. It'll be with the car."
"Oh, right."
They stood staring at each other, both unsure if they should discuss the kiss or not. Finally, Booth had had enough of the awkward silence. "Let check out so we can get back home." Booth moved towards the front desk.
The Hispanic man behind the desk was very polite and very efficient. "That will be $847," the clerk said with a pleasant smile.
Booth almost choked. "Armando," Booth said reading his nametag. "Is that the, ah, government rate?" Booth asked quietly. Armando nodded.
"I have also subtracted 75 of the room price for last night, because of the unusual circumstances" he offered with a sympathetic smile.
Booth tried not to grimace as he handed over his American Express.
The stay at La Posada would cost him almost $400 out of pocket. He was aware of Bones shifting behind him. She wouldn't even blink as she paid full price for her room, which was even larger than his. In the future, he would have to pay more attention to the hotels she deemed affordable. Signing the credit card slip, Booth moved aside and waited for Bones to complete her business as well.
However, he did have to admit the old hotel had charm, and maybe even a ghost or two. The spacious, but enclosed grounds made it easy to forget life existed beyond the crooked streets and adobe walls. And he definitely could not begrudge the scene of their first, and hopefully not last, kiss.
"Again, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience," the clerk said to Brennan. "And here is a complimentary pass for a romantic weekend getaway. A couples spa session is also included." She accepted the paper with a slight blush and tucked it in her purse. "I trust you found somewhere comfortable to stay?" he asked conversationally as he typed into the computer.
"Ah … yes," she said. The clerk looked up from the monitor in time to catch her glance towards the government man beside her.
"Were you inconvenienced as well?" Armando asked with a knowing look in his brown eyes.
Booth returned the man's wry smile with a withering look, forcing himself not to look at his partner. "Not at all," replied truthfully.
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"I can't believe this weather!" Brennan exclaimed as she exited the rental car at the Santa Fe airport.
Booth looked up at the sky, which had gone from brilliant blue at seven am to dirty gray at ten am. The air was eerily still under the darkening clouds and a layer of fog clung to the ground.
"Yeah, I think we've seen it all on this trip," Booth agreed. He waved off the man who came over to help unload, preferring, as usual to handle his luggage rather than pay someone to do it.
Leaving the rental car parked as instructed, they walked the short distance to the airport building. Brennan didn't protest when Booth picked up her heavy bag, mainly because he had gotten so obstinate about valets and bell boys.
The Santa Fe Municipal Airport was not large, it couldn't even support regular commercial flights, but it catered to an upscale group of core clients. The adobe building was surprisingly luxurious inside, for a publicly run facility. Together they made their way to the charter flights desk. "Hello," Booth said cheerfully as he set the tickets on the counter.
The woman behind the counter didn't return his level of cheeriness. She confirmed their information then said, "We are having some strange weather conditions." She pointed out towards the windows, where the fog had crept even higher since they had left the car. "Flights are being canceled. We are going to begin rerouting our arrivals to Albuquerque."
"So you are saying we are not flying out of here at eleven?" Brennan demanded. Booth shot her a look that she knew meant she should be more tactful, but she ignored it.
As if to make up for her supposed rudeness, Booth leaned closer to the woman behind the counter and flashed his charm smile. Brennan was surprised to feel herself stiffen at his flirting. "This flight is chartered for the FBI," Booth said smoothly. "Are you sure we can't get out before the storm closes in?"
"I'm sorry," the woman smiled regretfully, as if there was nothing more that she would like than to help this poor, good-looking man out. "Maybe if you had a plane registered to the FBI maybe, but not a commercial charter."
"So when can we leave?" Brennan asked, moving a bit closer to Booth.
"I don't know," the airline employee replied, her face pinched and less friendly than before. She turned to Booth and said, "Your best bet is probably just to go to Albuquerque. This storm seems to be centered only around Santa Fe." she paused thoughtfully, "It's very odd. Anyway, Albuquerque is only an hour down I-25."
Booth looked at Brennan, who just shrugged. He shouldered the heavy bags again and they started for the door.
Outside, Booth's attention was drawn to a black Range Rover where a man had obviously been reunited with his wife and kids. The woman turned and Booth was shocked the recognize her.
"That's Julia Roberts," he said to Bones, talking through the side of his mouth.
"Who?" she asked, staring openly towards the family. Booth tugged at her hand and they walked on.
"Julia Roberts. You know, Pretty Woman," he said, trying not to stare at the movie star. Booth knew that several movie stars lived in the area.
"Oh, the prostitute?" she asked loudly. Booth groaned and quickened his pace, not sure why he even bothered.
"On to Albuquerque," he said as he started the rental car once again. "And there better not be any weird storms or power failures."
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"Ladies and gentleman, we have an announcement from the captain," a female voice announced over the loudspeaker. They had been sitting on the plane for over a half hour and Booth was starting to fall asleep. At the announcement, he sat up.
"Due to a mechanical failure, we will be returning to the gate. This plane will not be able to continue on to Atlanta. After you deboard, the ticket agents will help you with your travel plans. We apologize and hope you will fly United Airlines again."
Booth turned to Brennan. "You have got to be kidding me," he said, not quite believing that they still would not be flying home.
"Excuse me!" a heavy-weight woman said, struggling to get up from her window seat. Booth and Brennan grabbed their bags and shuffled dejectedly off the plane.
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Twenty minutes later, they were sitting at the Route 66 bar, waiting for a 4:15 flight to Cincinnati.
"This is weird," Brennan admitted, taking a sip from her beer.
"I know," Booth agreed.
"It almost seems like someone doesn't want us to leave. But, of course, that is completely irrational. It's just several coincidences."
"First we solve the case in like a day and a half," Booth begins ticking off on his fingers.
"Then we end up in an arroyo digging up an Anasazi or something and hear some weird noises. Possibly La Llorona." Brennan opens her mouth as if to protest, but Booth quieted her with a gesture and continued. "And last night, with the fire alarm, the power outage, the strange light and …." He stopped awkwardly; he'd been about to say, our kiss.
Brennan seemed to know what he omitted, she took another drink and said, "Booth, I wanted to say-" But before she could finish, Booth's phone rang. A ring that she knew was special to him, and meant he would take the call.
He looked apologetic, and then opened the phone. "Hey, Bub!" Booth put a hand over his other ear, trying to block out the din. Giving up, he pointed towards the door. Brennan nodded and watched him walk away, talking to his son.
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Booth smiled at the phone, then closed it and slipped it back into his pocket. Parker was old enough now that they could have a real conversation and his upcoming Boy Scout trip the Six Flags was apparently the most exciting thing ever. Booth's smile faded as he walked back into the bar. He could see Bones sitting with her back to him, her auburn hair hanging freely past her shoulder. He could also see a preppy looking blond man sitting next to her, in his seat.
Pausing to watch them, Booth saw the man turned towards Bones, a large smile across his face. She seemed to be smiling back at him. Booth tried to ignore the tight feeling in his stomach. Hands in his pockets, he walked slowly towards the chatting pair. When he saw the blond man's hand come to rest on the back of her chair, Booth's quickened his pace.
"Mmmhmm," Booth cleared his throat as he stopped behind the man.
"Booth," Brennan said, her head whipping around.
"My seat." Booth nodded towards the man.
"I'm sorry," the preppy man said, looking at Bones and not sounding the least bit sorry. "I was under the impression this seat was vacant."
"Yeah, well, it's not," Booth practically growled at him.
The man stood up. "It was nice to meet you, Stephen," Brennan said.
"So, is this seat taken?" Stephen asked smoothly, moving to the chair on Brennan's other side.
Brennan hesitated. "She's with me," Booth said finally. He knew Bones would object to the macho language, but at least it would get rid of this guy. She had plenty of time to be angry during the long upcoming flight.
Stephen looked taken aback. "Is that true?" he asked Brennan.
"Yes," she said softly.
"Then it was a pleasure to meet you," Stephen said, picking up his bag and walking away.
"I'm sorry," Booth said, attempting a proactive strike. But instead of an angry retort, she gave him a shy smile.
"You told the truth," she said simply.
The possibilities of what she meant by that stormed though his mind. Booth grabbed his drink, which should have obviously marked his place to Stephen, and sipped it slowly. Brennan had turned from him and was sitting straight with her arms resting on the bar. He was just about to reach out, to maybe take her hand, when his phone rang again.
"Goddamnit!" he muttered. Brennan looked at him in surprise. Booth expression changed from anger to curiosity as he saw the number displayed on the phone.
"Agent Booth," he said. Brennan listened intently; she could usually tell whom he was talking with by the tone of his voice.
"No, actually we are still here. We are having a little trouble getting out of New Mexico." Booth said, and then fell silent. "Yes. Well, probably. Let me call you back."
"What is it?" Brennan asked the minute he hung up.
"They found another body in Santa Fe."
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I try to give each story a slightly different spin on the possible hook-up and relationship. And while that is the reason for the story, there will be a case as well.
I usually only manage to update once a week. Though I may have to speed this up cause school is starting. (Ugh. Going back to school for my masters degree. What was I thinking?)