Day 2
Booth stared down the road. He was irritated. More than anything, he was irritated with Brodsky. He didn't want to say anything to Brennan, but he knew that he killed this woman before he was put in jail. From the call he got earlier, he knew the statistics were the same – long-range shot, solid copper bullet, excellent aim. He knew that Brodsky was in jail now and couldn't hurt anyone else, but he couldn't help but beat himself up for not getting the son of a bitch faster.
But he was also irritated with Bones. This woman he had been in love with, and admitted it to, turned him down. As soon as she realized he had moved on, she decided to share her feelings for him, but he had been with Hannah. He kicked himself for being with Hannah when Bones told him. He loved Hannah, but not like Bones. She was different altogether. And now, when he defended her in front of a sleazy guy at Sid's, he was sure that between the four people that witnessed the interaction – Booth, Brennan, Sid, and the sleaze – that she had been the only one not to see that Booth's protective reaction was out of love, not malice.
At the crime scene, Booth focused on the details and tried to forget not only her failure to recognize his intentions but also her calling him stupid. He could handle being made fun of, but being stupid was something he had tried to disprove his entire childhood. Bones called out the facts to Booth, and Booth relayed it to his team and quickly called for the body to be bagged and sent to the Jeffersonian.
His irritation was only heightened by seeing the shoes that the victim was wearing. They were the same stupid, expensive shoes as he had bought Hannah while they were together. Plain black pumps. He knew the victim wasn't Hannah from the description that Bones had given him - but when she mentioned Hannah directly in the car, Booth couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop. Just stop, Bones. You don't need to bring Hannah up." In an effort not to slam his fist into something out of anger, he threw his sunglasses at the dash, effectively breaking one of the arms. "And besides, she didn't buy those shoes, I did. They were a gift."
He could tell he'd made his partner the slightest bit uncomfortable, if only for a second. He continued on to the Jeffersonian, imagining what he'd like to do to Jacob Brodsky if he had his way.
Booth parked at the Jeffersonian and got out to open the door for Brennan to get her kit out of the back. She grabbed the kit quickly and started walking towards the entrance. Before Booth closed the door, he saw what appeared to be a case file in the floorboard. He assumed that in his angry driving, this folder had fallen out of her bag. He grabbed it and locked the vehicle and started walking along the same path she had taken.
They had almost reached the entrance when he decided to see what she had missed on the floor of the SUV. As Booth opened the file, he saw a picture of Parker. He anxiously began to read the file in disbelief. He stopped, knowing that something was going on. But why did Brennan have his son's medical records?
"BONES!" Booth bellowed after her as he began to walk again. Brennan swiftly stopped in place, looking back at Booth and immediately realizing what he had in his hand.
"What the hell is this?" he questioned. "You left this in the floorboard when you got your kit out. What are you doing with my son's medical records?"
By this time, Booth was directly in front of Brennan and was staring right at her. "I was going to tell you…" she grabbed the folder from his hand and turned to walk in the building. Perfect, Booth thought, now she's forcing me to make a scene.
Despite his willingness to yell at her right then and there with everyone in the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab to listen, he didn't want them all to know his business. He followed Brennan into her office and slammed the door.
He started yelling at her with words he himself couldn't even remember later. He was so livid with the combination of the day's events that he had stopped thinking before speaking entirely. How had he trusted her when she had failed to mention that she was examining his son's files for something he himself couldn't bear to comprehend at the moment? He finished his rant and stormed out, finding a bench to sit on. He pulled a die from his pocket and began turning it over in his hands nervously.
He was worried for Parker. Worried about what would come next. Sitting on the other side of her office wall, he could hear her crying. Although his first instinct was to run in and apologize for yelling, he knew that she deserved it. She deceived him. After a while, he saw her walk to the platform and begin to look at x-rays with almost no sign of distress.
Screw her, he thought. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for an answer from God as to what to do, he saw her return to her office, and shortly after, Angela coming after her. Angela spotted Booth and made a pit stop before heading to Brennan's office. Booth lowered his head in what he felt was both a prayer and an attempt at avoiding an inevitably personal conversation.
"Hey there, Studly. Why are you waiting out here? Not in the doghouse are we?"
Booth looked up at her. If there was something Angela was good at, it was getting information out of people. Her sweet face and sympathetic eyes served her well in cracking even the toughest safe of a person, like Bones. Being pregnant only helped her cause. Booth shook his head and lowered his gaze again. He was thankful when he only felt a hand on his shoulder and heard her walk away.
He finally got up and decided to do something about all of this. He opened his phone and dialed Rebecca's number. He fully intended on seeing his son, regardless of Rebecca's opinion on the matter.
AN: I thought it was important to show Booth's point of view in this too. Although Booth is incredibly mad right now, we all know we still love him. Soon you'll realize just why he's so mad at Brennan. Please review! I appreciate knowing what you think!
