(The Daredevil in the Mold)
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Booth wasn't feeling that hot. He'd had a little too much to drink the night before and he wanted to blame Brennan. She'd decided to go visit her brother and Booth had started to feel a little insecure while she'd been gone. What if she really just wanted to step back and reconsider their relationship? What if she was having second thoughts and wanted to find a way to back out of their relationship?
While he was in his funk, Sweets had called him to see if Booth would go out with him to the Founding Fathers for a drink and Booth had decided that he didn't want to be alone so he'd agreed. He had that one drink and that one turned to four and then he'd kind of lost count.
Sweets had been in a strange mood and had talked about marriage and the fact that Booth was old and alone. Well, at least that's what Booth thought he heard. Booth had almost told Sweets off. He'd come very close to telling the younger man that he wasn't alone and he had the one he wanted, but he kept picturing Brennan's disappointed face if he told anyone about their relationship before she was ready. He'd managed to keep quiet, but barely. When Sweets had told him that he was going to propose to Daisy, Booth had listened and tried to be encourage him, but inwardly he cringed. Daisy drove him nuts and he didn't understand Sweets fascination with the intern.
Silently comparing himself with Sweets, Booth had realized that he might be overthinking Brennan's motives for spending time with her brother and decided he really was a lucky man. Realizing that he was being a jerk about Brennan's time away he'd stopped drinking, but the damage had been done and he had one hell of a hangover the next morning. Piling onto his sorry state of being was the fact that he'd been called out to a very strange crime scene.
Brennan had called him from her apartment that morning to let him know that she had made it back from North Carolina and she would meet him at the crime scene instead of letting him pick her up. Concerned about Booth's weak voice, Brennan asked him, "Are you all right?"
Squeezing his eyes shut and then open, Booth told her, "Sure, I just have a little headache that's all."
Her concern growing, Brennan advised him, "I'll drop by and pick you up Booth. If you have a headache then you shouldn't drive. It's not safe as you won't be as diligent as you should be."
Rummaging through the sink drawer in the bathroom for some Advil, Booth replied, "Alright. I'll meet you downstairs."
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The rooftop was very bright and Booth kept squinting trying to keep the glare to a minimum. Cam, a little concerned for her friend, asked him, "Booth, are you alright?"
A stabbing pain shooting through his head, Booth complained, "It's so bright up here. I feel like I'm walking on the sun."
Peering at Booths pale face, Brennan commented, "He has a headache."
A knowing look crossing her face, Cam smirked, "A headache . . . Okay, if you say so."
Suspicious of Cam's reply, Brennan turned and stared at Booth again. Smiling, Brennan asked him, "Do you have a hangover?"
Irritated at Cam and Brennan, Booth flicked his gaze between Cam, Hodgins and Brennan and reluctantly replied, "Maybe."
Glancing at Brennan and then Booth, Cam asked, "Why? I thought you were happy now that you've found your new girlfriend. We've practically had to tie a tether to your leg to keep you grounded amongst us mere mortals."
Shrugging his shoulders and then regretting it, Booth responded, "I'm not sure. She was busy and I got bored and one drink led to another and . . . Well, I think next time, I'll just go the movies or something instead of going out for drinks with Sweets."
Puzzled with Booth's answer, Brennan decided to worry about it later and turned to look at the mold covered victim.
Booth, sitting down on an air unit, shielded his eyes and hoped that Brennan didn't give him a hard time later. The last thing he wanted was for his girlfriend to think he was pitiful or a frickin loser.
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Opening a packet of sugar and pouring it in to his much needed coffee, Booth stirred his drink with his knife and then tasted it. Burning his tongue, Booth cursed rather colorfully.
Brennan rolling her eyes, sipped her iced tea and waited for Booth to say something besides a colorful stream of curse words.
His tongue fuzzy from the hot liquid, Booth waited for his coffee to cool down, "So . . . how was your brother and his family? Everyone okay?"
Placing her glass down, Brennan replied, "He's doing quite well . . . . Booth, why did you get drunk last night? Was something wrong?"
His attention drawn to the window next to him, Booth sighed, "I don't know. I started to worry that you were rethinking our new relationship I guess. I mean out of the blue you decided to go see Russ, so . . . I guess I started to worry why, that's all."
Shaking her head, Brennan placed her hand on Booth's hand, "Russ called me and asked me to come visit him because he hadn't seen me in awhile. Since we didn't have a case, I decided to take the time and make sure he was doing alright. I am not rethinking our new relationship, Booth . . . Are you?"
Shocked, Booth returned his gaze back towards Brennan. Turning his hand up and grasping her hand, "Me? No way. I'm happy. I'm just not sure you are. You haven't told me what you think about what we're doing, so I guess I got worried."
Realizing that Booth was right, Brennan leaned forward and lowered her voice, "Booth, I am very happy. I didn't think I needed to tell you that because you are so good at reading me. I see now that was an assumption I shouldn't have made. I am not reconsidering our relationship. I am doing exactly what I want to do which is to be with you."
A grin now plastering his face, Booth glanced towards the door and quickly released Brennan's hand.
Angela, walking through the doorway, spied Booth and Brennan and walked over to their table. "Can I join you?"
Nonchalantly, Booth answered her, "Sure, the more the merrier."
Brennan, glancing at Booth to make sure he was okay, turned her attention towards Angel and smiled, "Booth was just telling me that he's happy with his new girlfriend."
Disgusted with Booth's happiness, Angela glared at the Agent and then back at Brennan, "That's just great, Honey. I'm so happy for him."
Smiling, Booth winked at Brennan and lifted his cup to drink his now cooler coffee.
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Poor Angela. She is not very pleased with this turn of events. So, reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.
