Booth began making breakfast, his eyes moving from the couch back to the waffle maker again and again. He brewed a pot of coffee, carefully pouring both he and Brennan a cup, setting it on the tray on the counter. He continued his cooking vigil, glancing occasionally to the couch, where after several minutes he saw the top of his partner's head, and her eyes peeking over the back of the couch. "What are you doing?" She asked in a sleepy tone, a yawn still on her lips as, her eyes grew curious as he gave her a sideways glance and smirked, shaking his head.

"I told you what I'm doing, I'm making waffles." He said as she shifted again, peeking her eyes just a little more over the couch, her hand holding her in place as she stared at him with wide eyes. "What's wrong, Bones?" He asked, watching a bit of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Nothing." She said as she turned, leaning back down on the pillow, staring at her foot. "It hurts." She sighed as she stared at the boot.

"Well, you hurt it pretty badly." He said, trying to avoid the incident that actually caused the injury. "The doctor said it was a compound fracture, but I didn't see any bone sticking out, Bones." He said with a shrug as she turned and looked back at him, just her eyes peeking over the couch. "That's what a compound fracture is, isn't it?" He asked, watching her nod her head.

"That's correct." She said softly. "It was just… under the skin, and when they were doing the x-ray… it kind of…"

"Okay, okay…" He said as he shook his head and shuddered. "We can skip the blood and gore for now." He said as she sat up just a little more.

"Booth, we work with blood and gore for a living." She stated. "It really shouldn't bother you as much anymore, I mean statistically people who work with…" She began to go on as she watched him roll his eyes. "Fine… you don't want to listen… I don't have to talk to you anymore." She said as she flopped back on her pillow for a moment. The movement caused movement in her leg and she let out a little bit of a yelp.

"Did you take the pain medication?" He asked as he waited for the answer. He paused. "Bones?"

"No." She said with a sigh. "I don't need pain medication." She said as she turned and looked toward him again, her eyes filled with tears from the pain from jostling her foot a bit.

Booth looked up and saw the tears, though he chose not to say anything. The only think worse than his partner showing her vulnerability was someone pointing it out. "We'll get some ice on it." Booth said as he pulled a waffle from the waffle iron and tossed it onto a plate. "Put some ice on it… and if you decide if you want the pain medication, you can have it." He said with a sigh. "The doctor at the emergency room… Doctor Patrick…" he said in an irritated tone, glancing to Bones to see if she'd say anything. When she didn't, he continued. "He said that you're going to have to see your primary care provider… see if you need a hard cast or anything." He shrugged.

"Doctor Patrick?" She said his name as if it sounded familiar.

"Yeah." He said as he glanced over to the couch, noting that her eyes were still peeking over the back of it.

"As I recall." She said, as a bit of a smile moved into her eyes, he didn't miss the sparkle in them as she held her eyes with his. "He was quite attractive." She said as she sat back on the pillow as soon as she saw his jaw drop slightly.

"Hey… that is not nice!" He exclaimed as he put the plate with the waffles on a tray. "How do you even remember him? You were so doped up last night, you couldn't even keep the drool in your mouth." He said as her eyes appeared again, this time narrowed.

"Drooling is a natural response to muscle relaxers and pain killers, Booth." She said as she sat back on the pillow again, sighing. "It's only natural that saliva would escape my mouth unknowingly. I was obviously under the influence of heavy narcotics." She rambled as she tried to appear clinical, though her defense was razor thin.

"So…" He said as he walked toward her with the tray, watching her as she stared at her foot. "You're saying the drugs were why you were drooling, huh? Not the good looking young doctor who was coming onto you?" He asked innocently as he watched her eyes narrow in a wider smile.

"I didn't say that." She said with a slight laugh.

"You also don't deny that you were drooling?" He asked as she let out a scoff at his questioning, shaking her head as she refused to answer. He set the tray on the coffee table and turned to her as she lay on her back, her foot propped up as she glared at him.

"I don't recall drooling." She replied as she watched him looking down on her. He bent closer to her and came face to face with her, a smirk adorning his lips as his eyes sparkled at her.

"Put your arms around the back of my neck." He said as she gave him a confused expression.

"Why?"

"Just do it, I'm going to pull you up into a sitting position… arms… neck… come on… don't be shy." He said as he watched her blush slightly before she reached her arms up and wrapped them around the back of his neck, holding his shoulders tightly as he pulled her up, repositioned the pillow and leaned her back carefully. "Alright…" He said as he glanced to make sure she was sitting upright, finding that she still had her arms wrapped securely around his neck, holding tightly. "Bones?" He said as he felt her loosen her grip slightly, but still holding on as she came face to face with him. "You're sitting." He said, giving her a sheepish smirk as she sent her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth clamping down on it slightly as she nodded.

"Uh huh…" She said, watching his eyes sparkle slightly as she smiled at him.

"Your breakfast is getting cold." He replied, still waiting for her to either make a move, or let him go, watching he indecision in her eyes. "Bones?" He whispered again, watching her expression become intense, serious and there was just a flash of something else. Uncertainty? Confusion? Need? Want? Desire? What was it? He was so good at reading people, so good at seeing through the lies and red tape. And with Brennan, he had always had a problem, because there wasn't usually much to read. 'What you see is what you get.' He once said, unsure exactly of his meaning until this exact moment. Temperance Brennan was exactly what was advertised. She was a gorgeous, intelligent, witty, sarcastic, infuriatingly transparent human being. She never lied, for she hated liars. She didn't cheat, at least what she deemed to be 'cheating', and she never, ever backed down. But what he was seeing in her eyes at this moment was so unfamiliar, that Booth had no idea what to do next. "You're drooling, Bones?" he whispered, as he watched her eyes widen, her hands slipping from his neck now ad he watched her carefully, standing up. She rubbed her face with her arm, feeling no drool coming out of her mouth, she glared up at Booth as he chuckled. He glanced to the waffles and the coffee on the tray, and smiled over at his partner. "Waffles… with a touch of syrup… and a steaming hot cup of coffee, just the way you like it." He said with a smile as he set the tray on her lap carefully, pulling her cup from the tray.

She slowly brought the cup to her nose and smiled up at him, her eyes looking directly into his. "Mmm…" She groaned slightly, her eyes shifting down to his chest, and his arms, then back up to his chocolate brown eyes as her smile turned just a bit more devilish. "Hot…" She said, hiding a smirk behind the cup as she looked down at the dark liquid in the cup.

"I…" He stammered for a moment as he watched her look up at him again. "I'm going to go get you some ice for your foot." He said as he turned sharply on his heel, and rushed toward the kitchen, swearing for a moment that he heard his partner giggle.