Thanks sooooo much for all the wonderful replies. So, here it is, the final chapter. Hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 9
The weekend floated along as if they were in a dream, but the harsh sound of Monday morning came all too early.
The humming of engines aroused Brennan out of her slumber, but she refused to open her eyes.
"Go away," she muttered.
Booth wiggled in closer and tightened his embrace around her.
"Who?" he sighed.
"Them," she mumbled.
A smile formed on his lips. He liked this side of her; the side that wanted to stay in bed with him; the side that wasn't ready to go to work, or return to reality.
"We have to go, don't we?" she asked rolling over to face him.
"Afraid so," he answered.
With a huff, she finally responded, "Well, might as well face the inevitable."
He nodded in return as she pulled away from his embrace. Grabbing their clothes they quickly dressed, packed their belongings, and headed down the ladder.
"What are we going to do with all this stuff?" she asked looking around the room.
"Leave it," replied Booth, "The care taker I'm sure could use it."
Satisfied with the explanation, Brennan agreed. Tugging on her coat and handing Booth his, she finally asked the one question that had been plaguing both their minds.
"What are we going to do about us?"
"That's a good question," he replied.
"That's not an answer," she smiled.
"Well, what do you want to do about us?" he asked.
She let out a sigh, realizing that she wasn't getting anywhere with this conversation.
"I guess we need to think about it, huh?" she replied.
"Sounds good," he said flashing his charm smile.
Rolling her eyes, she opened the door, "Let's go."
He let out a chuckle as he grabbed both bags. She started to object, but was stopped as he pointed to her wrist and shooed her out the door.
Their walk back to the SUV was done mostly in silence. Neither wanted to leave or face the question of 'us'.
Ben was waiting on the front porch of the farmhouse as Booth and Brennan approached.
"Survived the weekend, I see," Ben yelled from the porch.
Booth squeezed Brennan's hand causing her to blush.
"We managed," Booth answered.
"Good to hear," replied Ben.
Ben walked down the sidewalk toward the pair.
"I take it y'all are headed back to D.C, then," Ben stated gesturing to their bags.
"Everything seems to be in order and all the evidence has been shipped to the Jeffersonian. It looks as though our job is done," Booth stated, "Thank you for all your help."
Ben nodded toward Brennan and extended out his hand toward Booth.
"Ma'ma, Agent Booth, Y'all have a safe journey."
Ben turned toward the farmhouse again as Booth and Brennan continued their trek to the SUV.
"You can call it southern charm, but it is absolutely infuriating that he calls me ma'am instead of addressing me as Dr. Brennan," she huffed.
Booth grinned.
"It's also infuriating that all you can do is grin," she snapped.
"Yes, ma'am, I mean Dr. Brennan," Booth teased.
"Shut up," she replied.
They both climbed into their respective places and set off to the nearest airport; two hours away.
The ride to the airport was relatively quite. Booth tried to drum up a conversation from time to time, but it usually lasted only with his question and her one word reply. Arriving at the airport, Booth parked the SUV in the rental car parking lot, and they proceeded in through the automatic doors. Finding two blue plastic chairs by the gate, Brennan sat down stretching her legs out in front of her. Booth assumed a similar position. Neither said a word.
Brennan felt certain she could never speak as fast as the thoughts racing through her mind: Questions, possible solutions, and Booth's incredible body. Booth watched as the vast emotions flashed in her eyes. It was difficult for him to sit there and just accept the silence, but he knew this was the only way; her way.
A short time later they boarded the plane and settled into their designated places. Brennan turned her attention to the window while Booth closed his eyes willing sleep to come.
They had only been in the air for a few minutes when he felt her finger tip tracing patterns on the back of his hand. Opening one eye slowly, he found her staring at his hand smiling.
"Yes," he questioned.
Her gaze shot up to meet his.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered.
"I wasn't sleeping," he admitted.
Her eyes sparkled as a smile danced across her lips.
"I've been thinking, you know, about us," she started.
"Oh?" he questioned, "And what have you come up with?"
"I like the idea," she confessed, "I'm not sure how the details will all work out, but I'm willing to try. But most importantly, I just want to be with you."
All he could do was smile.
C'mon now...ya gotta tell me something. Ya know ya want to. :)
