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Booth spent the night tossing in bed, terrified by the idea that maybe Bones got the wrong idea from the decon shower incident. He took a trip to his kitchen for a bite to eat and went back to bed. What's she gonna think now? He asked himself. That I'm some sort of pervert who only thinks about undressing her in order to…? He tried to refrain from such thoughts.
He couldn't help imagine her angry, giving him a disapproving and incredulous look. Yet… she hadn't seemed angry or uncomfortable during the whole incident. And the way she'd pressed against him… He'd been about to lose control, smash her against the plastic shower wall and kiss her. It'd been so hard and Brennan had made it so difficult… or easy, depending on how one looked at it. He sighed and turned the light off, trying to sleep the few hours that were left before sunrise.
B&B
Brennan headed towards the Jeffersonian and went straight to limbo with the idea to begin identifying a set of remains. She worked on concentrating with her current task, but her mind ended up lost in her worries and the fact that she'd remembered herself barging in on Booth while he was in the bathtub. And was he wearing a beer helmet? She laughed, wondering if the helmet part was a product of her imagination.
Unconsciously her thoughts wondered back to the previous day. Why had Booth been so upset? She shot a glance to the corner of the room and smiled. If her partner hadn't of been so…tense, it could have been a great moment. But what was she thinking? If it weren't for the incredible way their bodies seemed to fit together… Shaking her head she returned her focus to the bones, but then her cell phone rang.
"Brennan. Yes, okay. Don't worry. I'll meet with you at the Hoover Building."
She removed her gloves, swapped her lab coat for her coat and left. They had a case to investigate.
B&B
"Hello, Booth. You called because we've got a case, right?" Brennan asked, crossing the door into Booth's office.
He just stared at her, lightly intimidated by her presence. She seemed resolved and energetic when he was…he rubbed his eyes, needing a cup of coffee.
"Yes. Uhm, do you mind if we go get a coffee at the coffee machine? I really need one."
"Bad night?" She asked worriedly. Booth shot her a surprised look. It was true that the Brennan he knew and adored could read him like a book, but amnesic Brennan wasn't supposed to. He smiled at her interest.
"A little bit, Bones, but a cup of coffee will do wonders for me." He replied as they walked to the small room with the coffee and vending machine.
The anthropologist took a deep breath as if she was mentally preparing herself to ask a difficult question.
"Booth, why did you have a bad night? Does it have anything to do with the fact that you were upset yesterday?"
"I wasn't upset…I'm not upset."
"Booth…" Brennan stared directly at him with those eyes he couldn't lie to.
"Yeah, I was upset, but it wasn't because your doing."
"I'm not sure what you're trying to say."
"I actually thought there was a real biological alert."
"I know."
"And you didn't think that…?"
"What?"
"You didn't think I was trying to take advantage of you?"
"By divesting me?" Brennan asked, smiling because of her partner's discomfort. "Don't you think that if I felt you were taking advantage of the situation, I would have resisted?" Her smile widened further with the question.
"True." Booth returned the smile, slightly arrogant.
All of a sudden it came to Brennan there was something she had to tell him.
"Booth, on my way over here I crossed paths with a man and he waved at me. Since I didn't know who he was, I acted as if I didn't see him."
Booth asked her to describe the man, wondering with worry who the man could be.
"Tall, graying hair. I don't know…of about the same age my father would have now. And that made me wonder. In these years have I discovered anything pertaining to my parent's disappearance?"
Booth was pondering how to tell her and how much when Sweets showed up to interrupt them.
"Charlie told me that you're about to leave to go to a crime scene. And Daisy?" He asked with an accusatory tone.
"What Daisy?"
"Dr. Wick, Bones." Booth clarified, realizing that he hadn't told Brennan about Daisy's involvement in their partnership and how the younger woman was going to be their company. "Sweets said you're fit to return to the field and work cases for the FBI, but Daisy has to come with us."
"Why didn't you inform me yesterday?"
"Well, with the incident…you know…"
Sweets was no longer angry because his wife was left behind. His curiosity won out, wanting to know what the partners were talking about.
"What happened yesterday?" At the psychologist's question the partners were shaken. They'd completely forgotten about his presence.
"Nothing." Booth quickly replied. He checked the time. "It's really late. Come on, Bones. We have to swing by the lab to get Daisy."
"I call shot gun!" Brennan was not looking forward to sitting next to Daisy on the ride to the crime scene.
"Of course!" Booth smiled at her. "Later, Sweets."
Booth allowed Brennan to exit before him and she waved goodbye to Sweets.
"Bye." Sweets hoped Daisy could figure out what those two were talking about.
B&B
"Oh, you don't know how exciting it is to fully go out on the field with you guys!" Daisy yelled with an excited shriek. "I love the lab work, Dr. Brennan," she rapidly rectified, "But it's so exciting to get out every now and then…"
"Are you happy to be back on the field with me?" Booth asked Brennan, completely ignoring the talk-a-talk assistor.
"Yes, I've been eager to return to the fieldwork." Brennan smiled. She leaned closer and whispered, "Thanks for allowing me to ride up front."
"I couldn't leave you at her mercy." The agent winked at her.
Brennan continued to smile. It was going to be a long day with Daisy riding along.
B&B
There was no doubt that Daisy was very smart and knowledgeable, but Brennan would appreciate her more if she could keep her mouth shut for longer periods of time.
Unearthing the remains had been a difficult and time consuming task. The only one that didn't seemed tired at all was Daisy, continuing her chatting as they hurriedly put the equipment away. It started raining halfway through the excavation and by the time the three finished loading the equipment they were completely drenched. Due to the bad weather the rain was responsible for once they were done securing the remains and equipment it was time to head over to the relatively inexpensive motel just around the corner from the crime scene. They would all be spending the night there to avoid a drive in the rainy night.
The small motel was booked completely and Booth ended up sharing a room with the anthropologists. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been something of another world. But having an amnesic Bones was enough without having to deal with Chatty-Daisy.
Booth told the women that he'd shower last.
"Aww! That's so nice!" Daisy smiled at Booth. "He's such a gentleman." She commented to Brennan as she entered the bathroom.
Booth hurried through his shower, lacking lots of hot water. He exited the bathroom and didn't miss Daisy's sharp inhale of breath when she saw him: wet hair and shirt plastered to his torso because of his hasty towel-pass. Brennan couldn't help the wave of territoriality that washed over her in that instant.
"Good night." Booth said as he settled on the floor by the foot of the bed. His back was already protesting as he placed his head on the pillow.
"Good night." Daisy enthusiastically returned, making the partners wondered if she was actually getting ready to fall asleep.
"Good night." Brennan decided not to give the younger woman any window to start conversation.
An hour later Booth was still tossing and turning on the floor, groaning with discomfort. He heard the creaking sound of the mattress as one of the women moved to poke her head down at him. Booth clenched his eyes tighter, hoping it wasn't Daisy.
"Booth," Booth felt nice and warm to have Brennan looking down at him. Just the sight of her outlined head and hair falling around her face was enough to ease his back pain.
"Nah, it'll go away soon." He told her it was just a matter of finding the right sleeping position and his back ache would go away.
"It's the Lumbar region…" Brennan told him she'd noticed it in his gate when they arrived at the motel. What she didn't tell him was the flashback she had, the memory of the time when he refused her help to fix his back and how he finally gave in. She smiled because he was going to give in this time too. Sitting on the edge of the bed and still looking down at him, she motioned for him to flip over onto his stomach.
He felt her straddle his hips before settling down onto his ass. She tugged at his t-shirt and he was quick to help her remove it. Her hands worked on his back, starting on the Thoracic region and moving lower to the Lumbar region.
"Ooohhh!" Booth couldn't contain the moan. She sure knew what she was doing when it came to him, memory or not.
Brennan concentrated on the task at hand, ignoring as much as she could the sounds he was making.
So sexy…
Booth's latest moan stirred Daisy awake. She groggily sat up, eyes shooting wide when she spotted her mentor and idol straddling the agent. The partners stared back, stilling completely like deer caught by headlights. Daisy yawned, returning her head to the pillow. She just hopped they weren't too loud if they went ahead to continue with the deed.
The partners shared a soft laugh. Booth patted Brennan's leg as he moved to flip over, thanking her for her help.
B&B
"Are we almost there?" Daisy asked for the umpteenth time. Booth rolled his eyes, doing an inward groan.
After a few minutes Booth turned onto Daisy's street, eager to finally drop her off.
The younger woman waved goodbye and headed towards her front door. Booth idled at the curb until she entered the house.
He dropped Brennan off next, with the promise of coffee later on at the Diner.
Booth took the elevator to his floor. His back was doing much better, thanks to Brennan's wonderful hands. He closed his front door and headed straight to his bathroom. He stripped out of his clothing before exiting the bathroom.
He let out a shriek when he spotted Max sprawled on his bed.
"Max! What the hell! How did you get in?" He asked as he fumbled for a pair of boxers in his drawer.
Max sat up, telling the agent there was no need to hurriedly cover up. "We're both men."
"How did you get in?" Booth asked again.
"I'd like to brag that despite my age my skills are still in top shape, but the truth is that you make it easy for an old man like me to get into your place." The older man chuckled as he told the agent the fake rock by his front door didn't fool anyone.
Getting serious, Max jumped to the reason he was there.
"Yeah, Bones commented she crossed paths with you yesterday."
"She recognized me?" He asked hopefully.
"No." Booth admitted, "but it did cross her mind if there was new information she found out about her family."
Max sighed.
"I waved and smiled at her, but my Tempe…" Max's voice quavered.
"You knew it was going to take time…"
"Yes, I know!" Max huffed. "I needed to see with my own eyes that she's indeed working through this whole mess."
"She is." Booth assured.
"Can you keep an eye on her?" The older man knew it must be difficult for the agent too, especially when the partners were finally in a sentimental relationship.
"I am." The two stared at each other, the silent message passing between them loud and clear. "Bones will remember and she'll be back to being her complete self soon."
"I'll be keeping an eye on her from a distance."
As hard as that was for Max now that things where good with his daughter, they had been for a few years now, he knew the agent would be helping his daughter now that she needed it.
"I have to go." Max stood under the door frame, staring back at Booth. "Take care of her." Booth nodded.
Max walked towards the front door, relieved with the reassurance that Booth was taking care of his daughter.
Booth waited to hear the click of his front door, but was greeted with silence. The older man had skills in deed.
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