Once again, I am sooooo sorry to the 10th power. I have been so busy. I've had so many projects and tests and homework, its just been really hard to post. But trust me, I will make it up to you, (hopefully) by giving you this chapter. Hope you enjoy, sorry, and review!!
Booth was sitting in the waiting room, trying to figure out what to do about Matt. He decided to call Charlie and try to find out some more information on the sleez bag.
"Hello?" Charlie asked, as he answered his phone, sitting in his office.
"Charlie. Hey, its Booth. I need a favor."
"Yea man, of course. What do you need?"
"I already did a background check on this guy, but I need you to look deeper. His name is Matthew Denman."
"Dr. Brennan's fiancée?"
"Yeah. hes one messed up guy. Please Charlie. This is really important."
"Let me guess, your trying to protect Dr. Brennan, right?"
"When am I never?" he asked, laughing.
"Alright. I'll call you if I find anything."
"Thanks Charlie. And, try to make it quick."
"Don't rush your savior."
"True. Bye."
"Bye."
Booth didn't know what he was going to do about Matt. Brennan was now sitting beside him, looking at him, as if expecting to come up with an idea.
"What did Charlie say?"
"He's going to look deeper."
"I'm telling you Booth, his record is clean. I checked him out too."
"You only did a background check. Charlie, however, can look deeper and farther into his past."
"What do you want me to do? He said he would kill you. He might even come here. Should I go to the church tomorrow and have FBI everywhere?"
"Nah. It wont work. I cant really take legal action because we have no proof to what he said."
Brennan sighed. "You should uh, get back to Parker."
"I'm content right here thank you."
"No Booth. Your son needs you."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight. You need me too, whether you can except that or not."
"Fine. I guess I'll just…stay here tonight?"
He nodded in agreement.
"Well I need to go home and get a few things."
"Oh no you don't. You can live with what you got right here."
"No Booth. I need clean clothes, toiletries, my laptop to work on my book…"
"Fine. Fine. I'll take you, I'll go in with you, I'll drive you here. You are not to venture anywhere alone. Got it?"
"I hate being treated like a little kid."
"Oh well. Lets go."
***
The drive to her apartment was silent. Brennan stared out the window thinking. She had told Matt, in a way, that she loved Booth. It was irrational. They had been partners for almost 6 years. They have been through so much together. With the kidnappings and the shootings and the blow ups and all the other…indescribable things.
Over time she had come to rely on Booth and trust him with her own life. She had never let anyone have that kind of emotional attachment to her. After his surgery, she had realized just how empty and worthless her life would be without Booth. She came to the conclusion that she was in fact in love with him. She wanted to tell him.
And when he told her that he loved her, her heart jumped with joy, metaphorically speaking. But then he covered it up with "in an atta-girl kinda way," and her heart sank. She thought that the 5 years of dancing around her feelings and wanting so badly to cross that line, but couldn't, were finally over. She was prepared to say it back, and she did in fact. But covered it up just like he had.
And from there on out, she knew that her and Booth could never be more than friends. He didn't love her. She wasn't his type. And that's, when she met Matt. It was so simple being around him. He treated her and her friends well and she thought that she was finally over Booth.
Then the day came when Matt told her to stay away from Booth. It broke her heart. They were still best friends, and she still had a sort of love for him. But if he didn't love her, she would have to move on. And that's exactly what she did.
"Bones. Bones were here." Booth interrupted her in depth thinking.
She opened the car door and began walking up the steps, with Booth following close behind. He had never been more paranoid in his life. He looked everywhere he leaped, checking behind doors, cars, shadows, anywhere he could think of.
He held his hand on top of his gun the whole time, all the way up to her apartment. He would do anything to protect his Bones. She unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"After you." Booth said.
She walked in and sat her purse down on the table.
"I'll be right back."
"No Bones, I told you.."
"Booth. Your not going to watch me undress and dress. I'll be fine. What could happen?"
He sighed.
"Fine. Just, hurry."
She walked back into her bedroom. Booth wandered around the all but familiar apartment. His stomach started growling. Slowly, he made his way to the kitchen.
"Hey Bones. Alright if I make a sandwich while I wait?" he yelled back to her bedroom.
"Of course not. Help yourself to whatevers in the fridge."
He felt so comfortable being in her home. He hadn't really stepped foot in here since the whole thing with Matt started. He thought that once they got Matt out of their lives, they could go back to how they used to be. He grabbed two pieces of bread, chipped ham, and mustard, and made a perfect sandwich.
While he ate it, he walked around observing his partners apartment. Everything was so neat and organized, just like Bones. He was now looking at a picture of Brennan and Angela, that was situated on an end table beside a closet.
He began walking to the other side of the living room when he was struck in the head by a metal object. He fell to the ground, rendering unconscious.
***
Brennan walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Booth? Where are you?"
She walked into the living room and saw Booth laying on the ground, bleeding.
"Booth! Oh my, Booth!"
She ran and knelt beside him.
"Booth. Booth. Can you hear me?"
"Believe me now, Temperance?"
She looked up to see Matt, standing with crowbar in hand, ready to make her pay.
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