Mweorr! I'm off school and in desperate amounts of pain… so yeah. Hallo… again :D But now, I have a whole new chapter for you all… reviews? Just one or two? It makes me happy and update faster ^_^
Booth opened his eyes groggily, one arm wedged under Brennans warm body as she slept, completely a dead weight. He raised the arm that wasn't trapped and squinted at his watch, slumping back against the pillows with an almost inaudible sigh. The sunlight was splashing over the covers, shattering and splintering into slivers that penetrated his eyelids and bathed the room in a soft glow. He rolled over, the only way being with his arm resting over Brennans still form, feeling her heartbeat in the palm of his hand – now looped over her chest. She rolled back against his chest, mumbling softly as he stroked the skin of her arm, goose bumps erupting wherever he touched. He felt her hand clasp his, her tight grip reassuring him and the sensation of her thumb stroking his hand making a smile flicker across his face.
'You stayed?' She asked in amazement, kissing the back of his hand.
'Oh yes, you think I'd have left you? No way, not the way your dad was, and how sad you were. I never even thought about it.' He smiled, kissing the top of her head gently.
'I should get up, work…'
'Screw work honey. You can go in any time you like, it's your choice.'
'Booth, I have to. I need to work or I'll go insane. Please.'
'Okay, I'll make breakfast.'
'You?'
'I made dinner!'
'Which is why you shouldn't make breakfast.'
'I didn't poison you!'
'I know, but you might.'
'Now I'm insulted.'
'Sorry.' She looked troubled for a second, before smiling and hugging him fiercely. Booth smirked from his position in her bed before leaping out, smoothing down his ruffled shirt that he'd somehow managed to fall asleep in. 'You slept in your shirt?'
'Oh, yeah. And my slacks apparently.'
'Oh you are such a genius Booth.'
'Not as much as you babe.' Brennan smirked and staggered out of bed, the nightshirt wrinkled and creased, hanging in tight folds around her waist. He wrapped both arms around her waist, clasping his hands around her middle as she sighed sadly, resting her head back against his chest. He walked into the kitchen, ignoring her pointed looks as he started to make… something.
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Brennan glanced up, now fully dressed as Booth slid a plate of waffles in front of her with a certain flourish.
'Waffles?'
'Yes waffles. Want some strawberries on them? You have cream somewhere in the depths of your fridge.'
'Thanks.' She sliced off a sliver and tasted it 'Okay...'
'What?' Booth looked more than a little confused as Brennan grimaced.
'Booth, your cooking last night was a fluke.'
'Oh thanks.'
'No seriously, these are toaster waffles. You burned them!'
'I'm so sorry…' He grinned a little.
'And you're supposed to be looking after me.' She sighed in mock exaggeration.
'I know…'
'It's fine, we can just go to the diner for breakfast.'
'Great – go and get your coat.' Booth grinned and stood by the door, waiting for her to appear. He was thinking (a pretty rare occurrence) and the object of his comprehensive thoughts was Brennan. He thought she was coping quite well considering the circumstances – that was until she ran towards him, crying her eyes out. She ran right into his arms, sobbing and shaking as she tried to contain the noise from her distress.
'Oh baby… it's okay… calm down, you'll be okay, everything will turn out okay.' He whispered in her ear, on hand gently stroking her head as she cried. 'Just go down to the car and I'll be there.' She nodded once, still sobbing softly as she locked up, Booths hand resting loosely on her shoulder. They descended the stairs slowly, Brennan's feet dragging as they neared the door, the clouds outside mirroring her mood. He took her hand and led her to his car, unlocking it with a quiet click and opening her door, the black metal cool against his rough palm. She slid in, looking down at her palms and sighing softly, a glittering tear landing like a shattered crystal on her finger. He cast a glance at her and started the car, the large engine rumbling into life as they sped away - towards the Jeffersonian.
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Hodgins, Wendell and Sweets sat, more than a little uncomfortable, under the fiery gaze of Angela as she held up the magazine. Her eyes glittered with malice as she surveyed them, pacing slowly down the side of the table opposite the three men.
'Whose idea was it?' She asked measuredly, a glint of humour that she instantly smothered in her eyes. They looked at one another, before pointing in two different directions. She looked them over, grinning and showing a small amount of teeth. Hodgins looked scared, casting anxious glances around the room and wringing his hands in desperation. Sweets, a trained professional, looked a little more cool under Angela's scorching glare. Wendell was on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
'Hodgins?'
'N-not me… no way.'
'Sweets?'
'I may have been involved… okay I was involved, but I didn't do it.'
'Wendell?' Wendell just squeaked. Angela grinned and skimmed the magazine across the polished tabletop. 'Sweets?'
'Hello?'
'I believe you. Go.' Sweets stood and grinned at the others, waving with his fingers in a slightly camp manner.
'Have fun you guys.' Hodgins and Wendell laughed nervously as the profiler left, turning their attention back to Angela.
'Right. Who bought it?'
'Me.' Wendell muttered quietly. 'Please don't kill me!' Angela grinned menacingly.
'I won't kill you. I know Hodgins put it on Cam's desk.' Hodgins looked scandalised, and a little abashed as Wendell shoved the magazine towards him.
'What are you going to do to Hodgins?'
'Nothing.'
'What?! Why?!'
'Because without you, he couldn't have done it. It was Sweets' idea, I know, but you two carried it out. And the trigger was you, Wendell.'
'I…'
'You will be cleaning my office for three weeks.'
'WHAT!? B-but me? Cleaning!' He sounded scandalised.
'Yes you. Yes cleaning.' Hodgins burst into roars of laughter.
'Angela you are amazing. Did I ever tell you that?'
'Many times.'
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