Sorry it has been so long, was working horrendous hours and got a vacation so I vacationed. Working hard to get this done before Bones is back on, but not wanting to rush the story at the same time.
I hope you still enjoy it.
He was leaning back on his bunk with his eyes closed when footsteps stop in front of his room. Nothing unusual since his bunk mate always seemed to be in some type of trouble causing their room to be searched at least twice a week, sometimes twice a day. Just once he wanted to lean back to take a nap and actually get a nap. You know in a hospital they limit your visitors so you can rest and then spend every possible moment waking you up to poke and prod you and then proceed to tell you to rest, which always leads them finding you not resting and lecturing you on why you need to rest after they stopped you from resting in the first place. This was much the same, you get a moment of tolerable noise and just want to lean back and doze and they ruin it with a room check.
What he didn't expect was what happened next while he tried to ignore them, his name being called. He didn't move while his brain caught up with the words that were lingering in the air and just as he was opening one eye to see who the hell was calling him it happened again, only this time louder and with more conviction.
The man opened his eye and looked at the guard calling his name. A Guard? Why would guard be calling my name "Yeah" he answered as he proceeded to open the other eye to stare at the young male guard.
"Get up, you're getting released."
"What?" He sat up on his bunk and looked at the guards outside his door in disbelief.
Once he retrieved his belongings he was escorted to the main gate by two guards. He stood somewhat nervously while they unlocked it and slowly opened it up then gave him a quick nod that he was free to go. He stood frozen in place waiting for the punch line to the cruel joke to rear its ugly head, but nothing happened. Glancing from one guard to the other he hesitantly took a step towards freedom, then another until he was through the gate.
He stopped just outside the gate and turned towards the place that had been his home for several years and stared as the gate clicked shut and the guards secured it. One of the guards stopped and watched the man before announcing "Don't come back", and then he turned away and headed back for the brick building looming over them.
Turning back around he stood adhered to the place in front of the gate seemly confused by the recent events. He looked around, not sure what to do next when he heard a speaker come to life. "Move along" the voice said. He glanced up towards the speaker, swallowed sharply and headed out towards the main street grasping the bag with his belongs to his chest.
As he approached the end of the long walk a long white limousine with reflective windows pulled up blocking his exit. He stopped abruptly and moved his head around looking at the reflective windows when the back door opened up and out stepped a man.
"Hello, I Christian Jarvis" holding out his hand. Our man eyed him up and down, his eyes coming to rest on the mans scarred face. "I am the one that arranged your release, seems you would be a little more appreciative."
"Don't know you." he said "Why would you arrange for my release?"
"We have a common interest" Christian motioned for the man to enter the limousine.
"Why don't you tell me what this common interest is before we go any further."
"Special Agent … Booth" The man's face hardened at the mention of Booths name. He eyed Christian carefully.
"It would be so much easier to talk in the car, much more comfortable." Christian motioned again.
"Fine" the man climbed in the back of the car, waiting for his companion to settle himself and then gave him a pointedly cold look "Start talking."
Booth arrived at his home early the next morning; he pulled into the driveway and looked at Sweet's car sitting in front of his own. Jealousy immediately ran through his veins, jealousy that Bones needed someone to talk to and turned to Sweets rather than him.
He came there this morning to fix that. While he knew he couldn't tell her why, he could work on regaining her trust and helping her to understand how deeply he loved her. As he walked in the back door he froze as he heard the last sound he thought he would hear, his Bones crying and Sweets talking some psycho mumbo jumbo.
He crossed from the door, through the kitchen and into the living room, his eyes glued to Brennan's body that was trembling from crying. "Baby, why are you crying…." He then turned his full body towards Sweets "Why is she crying? What did you do?" He evaded the personal space of the younger man and placed his body between Brennan's and Sweets'. "What did you do Sweets?"
Sweets stumbled backwards away from Booth "I-I didn't… she was… I swear Booth, I didn't do…"
"Booth" It was Brennan's voice behind him. When he didn't turn or acknowledge her, she placed her hand on his arm "Booth, please, Sweets didn't do anything, he was trying to help."
Booth swung around to face her "Help" his eyebrows went to his hairline "Since when does helping mean you cry?" Booth's volatile demeanor deflated as he looked at her red rimmed eyes. Normally he would ask her what was wrong, but he knew the answer to that question so all he could so was hope she didn't pull away as he moved towards her to pull her into his arms.
He breathed a sigh of relief when she collapsed against him. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and kissed her hair as he rocked her. He mumbled into her hair not really loud enough for her to hear, but all the same he was promising that everything would be alright, he would fix this, he would make it right again.
"Booth" Sweets tried
Booth never turned to look at him "You can leave Sweets."
"Booth, you two really need to talk this out, you changing your mind about marrying Dr. Brennan…"
Booth kissed Brennan's hair gently then pushed her away from him slowly. "Be right back" He turned fast and shoved Sweets towards the front door. "Leave"
"But Booth …"
"Now"
"Okay, Okay, Okay, but I want you to …"
"Before I shoot you" Booth had been taking measured steps forward as he herded the younger man towards the front door. He opened the door and backed Sweets out of it before shutting and locking it. He turned back to Brennan and covered the distance in just a few steps and collected her back up in his arms.
This time as he held her his words penetrated, he fought the tears that wanted to fall. "I will fix this Bones, I promise…. Just please trust me, don't give up on me and don't ever forget I love you, no matter what."
She tried to pull back, something in what he said made her brain go into overdrive, he was going to fix this, fix what? "Booth …"
"Shhhh, don't ask me questions I can't answer, just trust me Bones, believe in me, have faith in me." he pulled back from her and looked her directly in the eyes "Please"
She looked back and forth between his eyes, searching for something, she didn't know what, but searching. Finally she licked her lips and nodded slightly "Okay" She rested her head on his chest, she didn't know why but for the first time she really believed what Angela had been trying to tell her, that Pelant was behind this. He loved her and she loved him and they would get through this, somehow.
