Brennan took a careful step into her bathtub, the bubbles that surrounded her seemed to pull her in, the heat of the water beneath the bubbles was so hot and inviting that she could actually feel herself melting into its warmth, her other foot entering the hot bath as she reached up and turned on the radio above her, the gentle thumping of the bass soothing her ears and the start of the headache that had moved in like an angry storm cloud. She carefully sat down in the tub, the smell of lilacs filling the corners of the room as she lean back against the tub, letting her legs straighten as she reached to the side of the tub for her face mask. She listened to the gentle thumping of the radio, her eyes closed and darkened by the mask as she breathed deeply the soaps and bubbles of the bath as she tried to find some solace in the rhythmic beat of the music blasting from the stereo.

She smiled at the thought of installing this stereo system in her bathroom, the gentle vibrations were soothing, the scent, inviting, the darkness that the mask provided for her soothed the rumbling in her head. She was resting and drifting gently into a relaxed state when she heard the phone ring in her apartment. "Give it up, Booth!" She exclaimed with a sigh as she reached behind her and turned the knob on the radio sending the thumping sound louder as it drowned out the sound of the phone ringing.

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Booth sat in the SUV, parked directly behind Brennan's car as he tried her apartment phone number again. He listened to the ring after unanswered ring and he sighed. "Come on Bones…" He mumbled. "You can't be that mad at me, are you?" He said out loud as he sighed. He flipped his cell phone closed again and continued to watch her door. After she had left the diner so quickly, he had gone home, changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and tried to call her cell phone, hoping she'd answer so that he could at least have the last word.

He hadn't meant to scare her with his actions, maybe tease her a little since she had been acting so distant lately, staring out the window ,telling him that she was fine when there was something very clearly on her mind. He had been finding himself flirting with her just a little more than usual lately, that foster child case having taken a lot out of them both, he found himself spending more time with his partner, finding even more commonalities in their personalities that they had no idea even existed. They had been joking a lot more lately, and when he watched that shy look in her eyes in the diner, the way that she was chiding him about being messy, he thought that it couldn't hurt to tease just a little more. When her finger had come in his direction to wipe that bit of pie off his face however, it was as if his body was telling his brain to just back off for a moment, and before he knew it, his hand was lightly wrapped around her wrist. She hadn't pulled back… knocked him in the nose. She didn't pull away, so why was he so worried? Why was he so concerned? Probably because she hadn't answered her cell phone, and now she wasn't answering her home phone, even though he knew that she was in her apartment.

His rambling thoughts were beginning to give him a headache. He climbed from the seat quickly and closed the door behind him, looking up at the lights in her apartment. "Well, she's not sleeping." He mumbled as he walked toward the front door, climbing the stairs quickly. He got to the first landing and tried her apartment phone again. He stood against the wall as he dialed the number, looking up at the apartment, he felt his throat go dry by what he saw. Her door was closed, but hanging from the keyhole were her keys, dangling as if forgotten, or maybe she had been pulled away from the door and… He found himself jogging up the stairs quickly, reaching for the gun that was no longer on his person, for he had taken it off and left it at home.

He listened at the door, and through the wooden door all he could hear was the thumping of music from within. He swallowed hard as he raised his knuckles to the door. "Bones?" He said softly as he rapped on the door. "Bones, you in there? Are you alright?" He said again, a little louder as he waited for another moment, his heart beating so hard in his chest that he could hear it in his ears. He carefully turned the doorknob and stepped inside, finding the music from within to be blasting angrily throughout the apartment as he stealthily moved through the apartment.

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Brennan groaned slightly in satisfaction as she felt her muscles loosening beneath the soft bubbles of the bath, the warm water worked at her tight and stressed muscles to relax and bring a sweet smile to her lips, her eyes closed beneath the mask as her hands lifted to the back of her head, resting against them as she just felt herself sinking in the water. The thumping of the music had melted her headache and had helped her to enter a thoughtless trance as she smirked and slid her head beneath the water for a moment, indulging in the sweet smell and relaxing feel of the warm water covering her face.

One moment she was immersed in the sensual experience of the bath, her face covered by the warm, sweet smelling water, and in the next moment there was a vice grip on her arm. Her entire body tensed as the arm attempted to pull her from the tub, and with all of her strength, she sent her foot flying from the water, colliding with the person on the other end of the grip. Her mouth had opened in shock, however and with that a flow of water had entered her mouth and her lungs, sending her into convulsions of coughs. She heard a crash across the room and the sound of someone screaming over the constant rhythm of the music, water in her eyes, ears, and lungs as she grabbed her towel from beside the tub and pulled it into the bathtub with her, she was coughing intensely as she tore her eye mask off and looked up to see blood on the wall, and the remnants of her mirror covering the floor as she rubbed the water from her eyes.

"What the HELL, BONES!" Booth's voice boomed over the sound of the music as she finally saw the perpetrator who had 'attacked' her. Her partner sit on the floor against the wall, crammed beside the bathroom sink, his hand covered in blood, his other hand holding it up as he sit on the floor screaming over the music as she stare at him with widened eyes.

"Booth? What are you doing here?" She exclaimed.

"TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!" He screamed as he held his hand. "Bones! Turn the music down!" He exclaimed.

"Hang on! Let me turn the music down!" She shouted back at him as she slammed her fist down on the stereo behind her, her eyes bloodshot and red from the soap and the coughing, her lungs still filled with water as she tried to speak, though still coughing. "What are you doing here Booth?" She shouted loudly, even though the music was now off.

"You don't have to yell now, Bones… the music is off." He said as he held his bloodied hand up and winced in pain as he moved slightly, feeling the glass beneath him as he tried to stand up.

"I'm not yelling because of the music! I'm yelling because I'm in 'my' apartment minding 'my' business, when you came in and attacked me!" She exclaimed.

"I didn't attack you!" He exclaimed. "I didn't attack you! I am the one bleeding! I'm the one with possible internal injuries because of your karate kid imitation!" he exclaimed.

"I don't know what that means…" She mumbled as she shook her head, the anger returning to her face. "The point is! I'm trying to take a bath!" She exclaimed, coughing again. "I was taking a bath… and… what are you doing in my bathroom?" She exclaimed, suddenly very aware of her nakedness, even though she held a soaked towel to her body, covering all of her most important parts as she leaned forward slightly and looked to him. "Get out of my bathroom!"

"I thought you were drowning, Bones! Who takes a bath with their head under the water?" He demanded as he stood over her holding his hand. "I mean really! You left your keys in the door, your clothes were strewn all over out there… it looked like you…" he paused for a moment, realize how it actually did look. His first indication that she had been attacked, or worse… but the more he spoke, the more the situation looked almost as if someone had ravished her. Distracted her when she was unlocking her apartment, disrobing her as they… He shook his head as he tried to push all 'naked Bones' thoughts from his mind, only succeeding in partially doing that, since there was a very naked Bones in front of him. He held his hand and winced as he looked at the cuts from the mirror.

"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning forward. "Let me see your hand." She said as she held her hand up, not caring for the moment that she was indeed naked, though hoping that there were several strategically located bubbles that would hide her curves and whatnot.

"It's fine… it's fine!" He said as he lifted his t-shirt and wrapped his hand in it for a moment, glancing to his partner as she shook her head, feeling the heat of his embarrassment rising in his cheeks and his ears. "It's fine." He stated.

"No!" She exclaimed. "Show me your hand, Booth. Let me see it…" She said as she wiggled her fingers at him, beckoning him to bring it closer. "Come on… hand…" She said as she waited for him to relent.

"It's not like you're a medical doctor, Bones." He said as he watched her icy glare hit him intensely and he shook his head and slowly pulled his hand from his shirt as he lifted it down to her. "Besides, I'm a little more concerned about the possibility of cracked ribs…" He muttered as he felt her hands on his, inspecting it carefully as she looked up at him, wincing at the pain of his ribs now, waiting for her to assess the damage to his hand.

"You're not going to need stitches." She said as she took her hand gingerly into his, watching him react to the sting. She pulled a small piece of glass from his hand effortlessly, seemingly happy with herself for causing just a bit of pain in his hand, as he had scared her so much. Her heart was still beating rapidly as she moved his hand around in hers, feeling a blush run up her cheeks as she was reminded again of her nakedness. She nodded toward the medicine cabinet. "There should be some peroxide and some bandaging materials in that cupboard there… take them into the living room and… and sit down for a minute… let me get out of the bath and get dressed…" She muttered as she watched him give her an innocent glance. "And don't look at me like that, Booth… I'm really mad at you right now." She said as he gave her a sheepish look and looked down at the glass on the ground.

"You… you can't get out of the bathtub… with all of that glass on the floor." He stated as he shook his head. "I'm not going to let you cut your feet up." He said as he watched the anger in her face slowly begin to rise back to full throttle.

"Get out of my bathroom, Booth." She stated, her voice serious and irritated.

"No." He said. "Let me… bandage my hand up quickly. I won't look, okay… just… get your bathrobe on… and I'll carry you out of the bathroom." He said as he grabbed a few things from the medicine cabinet before she argued, setting his hand in the sink as he poured peroxide over the cuts, wincing as the pain stung at him, bubbling on his skin as he listened for a moment, hearing no noise behind him. "Bones, I'm serious… bathrobe… come on… let the water out of the tub." He said as he listened for a moment, and then heard a slight splash and water going down the drain.

"Don't look…" she said as she sighed.

"No looking, I promise." He said, involuntarily looking up, catching a flash of skin behind him, he swallowed hard and put his head down, tending to his hand. He waited and procrastinated for a few minutes, wrapping the gauze around his hand as he made sure that he had given her enough time to cover herself.

"Are you going to play nursemaid all evening, or are you going to help me?" She muttered from behind him as he stared at his hand for a second.

"You ready?" He asked as he waited for her sigh.

"Yes." She said as he turned around to face her, taking a very sharp intake of breath as he faced his partner. Her body was wrapped in a dark brown terrycloth robe that covered her comfortably. It was tied around her waist, the front dipping slightly, a small crevice that made the tops of her breasts just visible. Her hair was long and soaking, small droplets running along its length, dripping rhythmically onto the floor, onto the bathrobe, her skin. "Booth?" She said, watching him stare at her for a moment as he released that breath. "Booth, are you going to help me, or make me walk across the glass on the floor in some sort of ritualistic partner trust exercise… because… I don't think I'm…"

"No… no, here…" He said as he stepped forward, immediately lifting her from the tub, tucking her into his chest as he shook his head. He tried his best to avoid eye contact, and with the crunching of the glass beneath his feet, and the sound of his heart pounding erratically, he made his way out of the bathroom with his partner.

"You can't replace that mirror you know, Booth…" She said as he rolled his eyes. "It's an heirloom…" her voice just on the verge of a giggle as he pretended to drop her as they approached the living room.