"I got the food, now get in the car."
"Just take me home so I we can eat. I haven't had anything since yesterday afternoon because clearly I didn't have dinner."
"I need to make a stop first, so go ahead and crack open the wontons as long as you don't spill; I just had the floor mats shampooed. There's some paperwork about the witnesses of the shooting I have to give to Cullen, so you have to come with me. It'll only take a second."
"I still don't see why you have to drive me around and stay in my apartment and drink my soda. So I'm a little stressed right now…I can handle myself."
"I told you, until we clear the witnesses and investigate your date more thoroughly—"
"David had nothing to do with it. I don't think of him as a threat."
"Well I do, and that's all that matters."
The partners pulled up to the Hoover building, and Brennan opened and slammed her door with a huff. They were in total silence until the two reached the door. Booth swung it open and shuffled her along with his hand. "I'm not a dog you can just lead around," Brennan snapped.
"I wasn't trying to lead you around, I was just being nice. A little thing you seem to be lacking since this whole mess started up." She knew she was being a terrible person, but Booth being around all the time 'doing his job' made her feel like she was with a different person. Not Booth, FBI agent and partner. More like Booth, protector, knight, comforter, friend.
The way he moved when he was upset was odd. He walked faster, picked his feet up higher, stood up straighter, and had the expression of a crazed bear on the hunt. Agents said hello and he mumbled back a meager greeting. When they reached the elevator they were the only two waiting. The shiny doors slid open and Brennan slid her way inside before Booth could usher her in. There's never any music in here, thought Brennan as she felt the silence flood the tiny car.
"Wait here." Brennan sat on the cold metal bench and watched a man and a woman discuss a bomb threat on a bank while waiting for the up elevator. She had met the man. His name was Mark. The woman looked familiar, but Brennan couldn't figure a name. Before the elevator arrived, Booth was back. He looked more upset. Cullen always upset him. Brennan figured he was intimidated by his boss although she found Cullen to be quite ignorant and small.
The elevator ride down was less awkward but still filled with tension. Like I couldn't have waited in the car for those thirty seconds. It would have saved an argument, and I could've had some wontons. When they were in the car, Brennan took the doggy-bag off the back seat and started rooting through it to find the plum sauce.
"There's no sauce."
"Yes there is, did you check the bottom?" Brennan looked some more.
"Oh, found it."
"You see, they remembered the sauce. They have never forgotten it, and they never will." She looked at him and rolled her eyes. His attitude was getting out of control. Brennan picked up the little plastic cup and eased the lid slightly. She could tell Booth was watching out of the corner of his eye. The cup made a little sizzle noise as Brennan eased it more.
"Be careful, Bones. Don't make that spurt all over the car." That set here over the edge, and she flipped the lid off causing little droplets to fly all over the dashboard and onto the floor mats.
"Jesus Bones I told you not to spill! And what did you do, you spilled. Great, thanks," shouted Booth swerving into the right lane cutting off a car.
"Look I'm sorry Booth. I know I'm not good at this whole psychology thing, but you're obviously not being so hostile because of some sauce. Is it me? Is it Cullen? Because it seems like you're always pissed off whenever you talk to him. Is it the case?"
"You know it's the case. Now can we just drop this please? I don't feel like discussing this with you. I really don't." They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Booth whipped out his phone and dialed the bureau. "Ya, this is Booth. I need a unit to survey an apartment for the rest of the evening and the night. Oh, he's not? Thank you." With the snap of the phone shutting, Brennan felt the hurt that Booth didn't want to stay with her. She didn't want him to in the first place, but she'd rather have her friend than some agent.
"Kenton is busy this evening, so Agent Landon will be staying with you."
"What about 'you won't let me out of your sight'?"
"I can't even stand to be around you right now."
