10

Booth sat at his desk several hours later, long after the scent of sex had faded in the air. He twisted around in his seat reaching to grab the file Brennan had left him. A small smile twitched his lips as he thought about the trouble the little piles of papers had caused. If only every file could have that effect.

Brennan was a magnificent creature all the time, the way she could size up remains with ease was shocking. Her true element though, was in their bedroom. He loved to watch her come, the way her eyes would flutter shut and her voice seemed to explode from deep within her.

Shaking his head he opened the manila folder to look at its contents. He would never get anything done if he kept having graphic flashbacks to their little meeting this afternoon. She had left the file on his desk before heading back to the lab, the same Cheshire cat smile on her face that she'd worn in the shower earlier that morning.

He had an overwhelming sense of calm, one that he had carried with him since she had come in his arms, trembling under the power of something only he could give her. It was something that he hand not felt since the night in her office, the night they conceived their son. She had been right about something missing the other day, there was a feral force they had lacked for far too long.

Their intimate life together had always been adequate, never leaving him wondering to others for it. He was always contented with their bedroom antics, which due to work and parenthood, had slacked off a little. There was a part of him though, one that had been in this room today, that missed the little fireball in his lap. He missed her lack of inhibition, her intuition of what to do and when. He missed the thrill of her body, fearless against his. And, while he was not sure what had led to the fireworks between them, he certainly hoped that they would continue.

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Angela had let Wendell out before going to check on Michael. He was still out cold. Shaking her head she closed his door and made her way to the kitchen, she needed some tea and time to think about things. It had been almost a month since her life had shattered at the seams, leaving her helpless and on leave from the real world. In the course of that month she had sought refuge in the Booth's warm and loving home, hiding from the severity of things.

Now she was not only hiding out in the woods but also she was turning to the arms of another, trying to erase the pain without having to feel it. She had been successful in that endeavor, at least for the moment. That was all she needed, to live in the moment.

If she strung enough moments together maybe a whole week would pass before she felt the knife in her gut again. She had broken up with lovers and been broken up with, yet none of that compared to knowing that she would never see her father's face at the holidays or catch him checking up on her silently from afar.

There was no one else out there loving her from the wings, the way he did. He had always let her fly free, only bolting her to the ground when she needed, something no other man had ever done for her. It broke her heart that no man ever would again.

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"Booth." He clicked on his cell phone, checking briefly to see what the caller ID said.

"It's me, I know what killed Angela's father." Brennan's voice flooded his mind, liquefying his attention span.

" What's that?" He asked trying to regain his focus, to push aside the memories flooding his mind.

"A chemical compound that he digested, it stopped his heart, killing him within a few hours." She said around the papers he could hear her rustling on the other end.

"What kind of compound?"

"We are not sure yet. We have also determined that the two cases are in fact connected. There were traces of the same compound on the hands of our other victim."

"So then I was right, they are related." Booth said, trying to keep his satisfaction out of his voice. He knew that gloating would only serve to annoy her, but that did not make his small victory any less sweet.

"Yes, I am comfortable with that analysis now." She responded clinically

" So then this guy has killed two people." Booth said in an attempt to confirm.

" No. I am still sifting through the evidence, but it appears that the second victim killed Angela's father. We are stilling waiting on an ID for him." She said, though he could hear the weariness in her voice.

" How is that possible, Bones?" Booth was confused.

" The compound that killed her father was homemade. The odds that both people would have the same compound with the same level of chemicals in it are improbable. It is more likely that our second victim made the chemical and then used it to poison the first."

" Bones, there is no motive there, that's the problem."

" I do not construct motives Booth, I just present you with the facts." She said. He could hear more papers rustling and then the whoosh of her breath as she exhaled lightly in to the receiver of her blackberry.

" Well, It looks like I have a house call to make, shall I pick you up?" He asked, his stomach tightened a little at the thought.

" I thought I was not allowed out in the field with you. Aren't you going to take Perotta?" She asked, surprise causing her voice to go up an octave.

" You are not coming with me as a cop, you are going to be emotional support." He said grabbing his keys from the desk and his coat from the hook.

" I don't know what that means."

" Someone will have to be there for Angela when I tell her I know who killed her father." He said making his way to the elevator. He listened, there was silence on the other end for an excessive amount of time.

" Pick me up." She said before disconnecting the call.