Title: Amongst the Gravestones

Disclaimer: Language, violence; angst possible.

Chapter Fourteen: Drag You Down

She tried to be quite when she woke the next morning. The last thing she wanted to do was to wake Booth and have him be mad at her. She wasn't aware of his sleeping patterns. Was he a morning person or did he like to roll out of bed around noon when the opportunity presented itself? She, of course, was a morning person. She loved getting to the Jeffersonian and fitting as much work as she could into her day. She lived for the science. It was all she had in the long run. The one thing that was always constant in her life. It had been years since she last fully trusted someone. However, she had to admit to herself time and time again that she did indeed trust Booth. She just wasn't sure how much she trusted him.

She was able to shower and change without making much noise. She figured her plan of not waking Booth had worked. So imagine her surprise when she walked quietly into the main portion of her apartment and found him sitting at the table. He had helped himself to a bowl of cereal and was currently reading her newspaper. She didn't know quite what to think. Angela and Hodgins were going to have mornings like this for the rest of their lives' once they got married. Was it the same thing that she wanted for herself?

"Morning," she said to him casually. She walked into the kitchen to find that the coffee had already been brewed. When she looked over her shoulder she didn't see a mug on the table. He had brewed it just for her. "I didn't figure you for a morning person. You do know that's it only going to be seven, right?"

He put the paper down, folding it neatly. "Yes, I'm more than aware of that. And no, I'm not really a morning person but my job makes me one. Plus, we have to run by my place. I need to change. Can't go to work dressed like this. Something tells me that my boss would be very unhappy with me. And I don't need anymore of his shit."

"Just let me get my breakfast and we can go," she told him, popping a bagel into the toaster. She turned around and leaned against the counter. "Did you sleep well? I don't think anyone has slept on my couch since I bought it."

"It was fine," he smiled. He gave her a somewhat odd look, like he was trying to think of the best way to ask her a question that was on his mind. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment before he finally found the words he wanted. "Tell me, do I have to run around town today and do more wedding stuff? Because if I have to hear about another tux or dress I think I might throw-up or bash my own head in."

His words elicited a short laugh from Brennan. "Don't worry, I believe today is going to be strictly a work day. Though I'm not too sure about tomorrow. I'll let Angela know that you aren't up for cake testing."

"Oh no, that's something I actually wouldn't mind," he said. He stood, picking up his empty bowl from where it sat on the table and putting it in the sink. "You can't go wrong with a nice piece of cake or three."

"See," she smiled. Her bagel popping out of the toaster, "not all parts of the wedding planning are bad." She proceeded to spread cream cheese on her bagel. Then she grabbed her bag and her car keys. "Alright, I think I need an extra pair of hands."

Booth held up her travel cup of warm steaming coffee. "I got it, so don't worry you're pretty little head about it."

She rolled her eyes over his remark but kept her mouth shut. She let him drive her car to his place while she enjoyed her rushed breakfast. Rarely did she actually eat in her car. She was usually up early enough to eat before leaving for work. Last night had been different though. She had been out later than she was used to. When they got to his place they parted company, each knowing that they would see each other later in the day. She drove away. As usual the lab was a swarm of people that she didn't really know and her team was vacant. Checking her watch she knew that they wouldn't show up for another half hour or so. That gave her plenty of time to sit in her office and work on that novel before her deadline passed her by. She settled in to work and completely lost herself in the world of her characters. She didn't hear the knock on her door, at first. A second knock was more forceful, much louder. It made her jump.

"Come in," she yelled. Glancing at her clock she saw that at least an hour had gone by.

Angela peeked in before opening the door wide enough to slip into the office. "So you are here," she said with a smile. "The boys were wondering if maybe you had taken the day off. But I told them that that would never happen. So, what are you doing?"

"Just trying to finish this novel," Brennan answered with a yawn.

"Yawning at work? That's not like you," Angela said as she sat in one of the other chairs. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"

Brennan shook her head.

Instantly there was a twinkle in Angela's eyes. "Why? Did you go out with a particular FBI boy that we all know and love?"

Brennan nodded and Angela practically squealed.

"I want to hear everything," she declared.

Brennan was happy to tell Angela about her night with Booth. Her friend listened with rapt attention to every detail. She was really interested to hear that Booth spent the night on Brennan's couch, though Brennan made sure to leave out the parts about them making out. "I woke up this morning and found him sitting at my kitchen table eating cereal and reading the newspaper," she finished.

"And?" Angela pressed with a smile. "Did you like it? Are you two going out another date? Are there more wedding bells in the future?"

"Hold on, Angela,' Brennan laughed. "Don't rush me to the alter. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about him."

"Oh, is he the first…?"

"No, well, in a while," admitted Brennan. When had she last gone a date with anyone? Maybe she would talk to Booth this afternoon and see about setting up a time for a second date. It couldn't hurt. She was about to say something when there was another knock at her office door. "Come in," she called, giving Angela a look.

Dr Goodman poked his head in. "I need the both of you out here pronto. I'm sorry, but there's a bit of bad news." Angela and Brennan exchanged looks before they both followed Dr Goodman out.