I've had migraines before, I feel sorry for anyone who has them.
I don't own Bones.
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Brennan woke up the next morning, headache free. Rolling over in bed, she found that she was alone. In fact, the right side of the bed looked like it hadn't been slept on. Brennan didn't like the implication of that, so she got out of bed. Walking into the living room, she found Booth, asleep on the couch.
Bending over to see if his eyes were closed, she saw what she thought was pain on his face. Shaking Booth, Brennan said, "Booth, why are sleeping on the couch? You know you can't do that."
Waking up and seeing Brennan's concerned face, Booth, sat up. "What's the matter? Do you need something?"
"No, Booth," Brennan said with an aggravated tone, "Why are you sleeping on the couch? You know what happens to your back when you do that."
Rubbing his head and yawning, Booth said, "Nah, it only hurts my back when I sleep on my couch. Your couch is pretty comfortable. When we get our own place we can toss my couch in the trash. Your's is a keeper." Standing up, Booth asked Brennan, "Is your headache gone? Would you like me to cook you some pancakes?"
"Booth, why didn't you sleep in bed?"
"Oh, that," Booth answered while walking into the kitchen. "You've told me in the past, that you hate to be around anyone when you have a migraine. You told me once that you don't even like other people breathing around you when your head hurts that bad. Well, I figured I would sleep on the couch and let you have the solitude you probably needed."
Surprised, Brennan said, "Thanks, Booth. When did I tell you that I required solitude when I have a migraine. I don't remember telling you that."
Taking a mixing bowl out of the cabinet, Booth said, "Fourteen months ago, when you had your last migraine. Remember, I came over to see if you were ok and you told me that you wanted me to leave. You didn't need my help or anyone else's. You said it was just a migraine and the only thing you knew you wanted was for me to leave. You said you didn't want to breathe the same air as me because it made your head feel worse."
Rubbing the side of her nose, Brennan looked down at her toes and then back up at Booth's concerned face. "I'm sorry I said that Booth. I can be very mean when I have a migraine. You were trying to be nice and I wasn't. You could have slept with me last night. It would have been alright."
Walking around the counter, Booth wrapped his arms around Brennan. "Bones, you don't have to apologize to me about anything. I've had two migraines in my life and I can tell you, I wanted to punch everyone who talked to me, while I had them. I figured it was normal." Kissing Brennan, Booth forgot about pancakes for breakfast. So did Brennan .
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After dropping Brennan off at the lab, Booth drove over to the Hoover building. Agent Shaw informed Booth that Robert Borel had been located and he was in Booth's office. "Why isn't he in the interrogation room?" Booth asked.
Agent Shaw handed over a folder and told Booth, "He called last night and told me that he had meant to call us back to let us know he would be gone for a few days because he had to go back to Louisiana to check on something for Congresswoman Landry. He just forgot to call before he left. He just got back last night. That was why we couldn't find him. The name of the person listed on his apartment lease is living in London right now and is traveling in China with a trade envoy so we couldn't contact him to see where Robert Borel was. He's sub-letting to Robert Borel. Mr. Borel said he didn't realize the FBI was looking for him until he got back last night and his neighbor told him I had been there looking for him."
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Good the informant showed up, now we can find out more about the murder victim. Reviews would be nice. Thanks.
