Chapter 9: Accidents

Booth awoke to the smell of lavender and hair tickling his nose. He smiled at the sight of Brennan's head on his chest and gently wrapped one arm around her then drifted back off to sleep.

A couple hours later Brennan woke up confused by how she ended up laying on his chest. She looked up at his peaceful face and sighed, unable to stop thinking about how adorable he looked.

Mentally scolding herself, she got up and got into the shower, her mind reeling, as all of her previous feelings for him overwhelmed her.

'Come on Temperance. Don't do this to yourself. He's a jerk.' The rational part of her brain said.

She began washing her hair. 'Is he? He has been nothing but nice to you since he got here.' The irrational part argued.

She rinsed her hair. 'Don't be silly Temperance. He's not even close to your type.'

'…Do I have a type?'

'Of course you do everyone does.'

'Just don't let him get to you. Just finish this case and you never have to see him again.'

"Exactly. Never again." She said reassured and turning off the water.

She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself before turning out of the bathroom only to run into Booth, literally, and her towel slipped from her body.

"Whoa!" She humphed running into him.

"Oh my God."

"Oh my God!" she screamed grabbing her towel.

"Bones I am so, soo sorry."

"What the hell were you doing outside my bathroom!?" She exclaimed bunching the towel around her tightly.

"I had to...and then you... I didn't see anything I swear." He said his eyes meandering to her chest.

"GET OUT!" she scolded, one hand massaging her temples.

"Sorry, sorry, I am so sorry." He said covering his eyes.

"Just go." She sighed fixing her towel again.

"Okay. …Ow." he said banging his head on the door as he walked out with his eyes closed.

Brennan sighed again and her phone started to ring. "Hello."

"Morning sweetie...I didn't wake you up did I?"

"No. I... just got out of the shower."

"So how's the case going?"

"Horribly. How are things back home?"

"Boring... We miss you. 3 months is too long."

"You're telling me." She groaned.

"You're still working with the pain in the ass." Angela guessed.

Brennan nodded. "Yup. And now I have to go meet him to finish this case so I can never ever see him again."

"Good luck sweetie. Fry the bastard that did this."

"Thanks Ange." They disconnected and Brennan got ready to head to the morgue.