Sorry it took so long to update this story, my muse was not available. My muses of all things are horses. Cody was my go to man when I wanted to mull over story ideas and where I wanted a story to go. Sadly Mr. Cody was laid to rest, he was 26 and had been the most patient and gentle teacher and best friend we could have asked for. Joey, who was rescued 3 years ago, has stepped up the plate to listen to me talk out possible story lines or chapters.
To Penandra, Thank you for poking me and getting me to open this back up and work on it.
So without further ado. I dedicate this story and chapter to my old friend Cody. I hope you enjoy it
Booth woke up alone; he rolled onto his back, stretched and then listened for any sounds that would alert him to where she was. Then he heard a creak, he rolled his eyes around as he listened to confirm what he heard, there it was again. A smile broke across his face; she was downstairs.
He got out of bed, slipped a pair of sweats on then made his way down the stairs. He glanced around and wondered how she managed to move furniture without waking him as his eyes came to rest on her standing there clad in nothing but one of his button down shirts. A cocky smirk graced half of his face as he wondered how on earth a woman could look so sexy in a man's oversized button down shirt.
"Hello sleepy head" she greeted him without looking up to the photo she had her head cocked to the side looking at.
He slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder. "Hey" he rested his head on her shoulder, still amazed she was his and he could touch her and kiss her anytime he wanted "What are you looking at?"
"Booth we only have one hole in the wall and per the autopsy both shots to the victims went through. So there is only one logical conclusion that I can come up with, but if she tossed him off her like I believe she did then my conclusion is inaccurate."
"Okay, tell me what you believe happened and see if I can fill in the blanks."
"I made the assumption that he was shot while they were involved in pre-intercourse sexual arousal…"
"Foreplay."
"Yes. He was shot and she pushed him off her prior to her being shot. However, with only one hole in the wall and no other logical choices as to why, I now believe one bullet killed both of them."
He furrowed his brow at her "Then she could not have pushed him off her in panic."
"Correct." Booth stepped back from her and looked at the floor and at the bullet hole in the wall. He shook his head as he was slightly confused as to what position they would have had to be in for this to have worked. "Here Booth let me give you a visual it might help your thought process."
Brennan studied the picture for a moment and then handed them to Booth as she placed herself on the floor in the position the female victim would have been laying in. "Does this looks like it matches up with the trajectory the bullet would have taken?"
Booth has been rendered speechless when he realized his shirt was indeed all that Bones was wearing. It had fallen to the side exposing one creamy shoulder and had ridden up just enough confirming she had no panties on. His eyes couldn't help but wander over her long shapely legs and he almost instantly wanted to be buried hilt deep in her.
"Booth … Booth? BOOTH would just rather stand there and stare at me instead of solving this crime?"
"I have a choice?" His eyes brightened until he caught the warning look he was getting from her. "I mean go ahead Bones." He tried to put back on his business persona while thoughts of how she felt and smelled trespassed in his mind.
"Booth the sooner we get this solved, the sooner we can go home and have uninterrupted intercourse to make up for lost time. Now give me those pictures and set up the webcam to capture a good angle for Angela, and then connect to her at the Jeffersonian."
"Bones don't you think you should put some clothes on first."
"Oh, good idea, go grab me a pair of sweatpants, I don't want to lose the angle." Booth returned with some sweatpants and his breath caught as she slipped them up her legs and bucked her hips upward to slip them over her backside. He swallowed hard and turned his attention back to the webcam and then pushed the button to connect to The Jeffersonian.
"Hey guys" Angela smiling face appeared on the screen and then she tipped her head to the side. "Um Brennan why are you laying on the floor? And … and is that Booth's shirt you are wearing?" The smile on Angela's face grew.
Confused Brennan furrowed her brow as she answered her friends question, "Um Yes I am lying on the floor I believe that is obvious and yes I am wearing Booth's shirt." She stared at the screen just a moment before continuing "Angela I believe that the couple in question." Brennan pushed herself up onto her elbows being careful to keep her body in the line with the bullet hole in the wall "was involved in …" she looked to Booth for guidance "Booth what did you called it."
"Foreplay Bones." Angela eyebrows shot up to her hairline and a smirk popped up on her lips.
"Yes, thank you foreplay and they were shot by a single bullet."
"I suppose that is possible, but the angles, how did you figure out the angles?"
"Booth come here" Brennan asked and held her hand out to Booth. He laid down beside her and allowed her to position his body around hers. Then before he realized what she was doing, his face was buried right in between her breasts, not something he would mind but not when it was being watched by the squeal queen of DC.
Brennan held Booth's head firmly to her breasts as she adjusted him to try to make him be in line with the trajectory of the bullet. Adjusting him made her well aware of the close proximity his body was to hers and his hot breath on the swell of her bosom added to that awareness.
"Saint Michael, Saint Joseph, Saint Paul. Mother Teresa, Dear God." Booth mumbled into her cleavage. He had his hands braced on either side of her trying to keep the rest of him at a respectable distance.
Angela just stood there watching with her mouth gaped open unable to speak. "Angela is can you snap a couple of pictures and put them in the Angelatron so we can see if it is possible they were shot with a single bullet?"
"Bones, what the hell? No, I really don't think we need any pictures …"
"Oh Booth stop being a prude, it is just part of the investigation."
"I don't want a picture of us like this in a court of law."
"Why?"
"Bones, I should not have to explain that to you."
"Angela, did you hear me?" Brennan listened to the silence and Booth's breathing "Booth is she still there?" He started to move his head to look towards the monitor when she tightened her grip on his head "Don't move, I think I have you in the right position."
"How am I suppose to check to see if Angela is watching us practically making out."
"We are not practically making out."
"We will be if you keep my head here much longer."
"Angela … Ange … Angela" the silence was getting loud when Brennan gave it one last attempt "ANGELA"
"Ummm, yeah right here. What did you need Sweetie?"
"I need you to take pictures off the webcam and plug them into the Angelatron and tell me what happened to these two."
"Bren can Booth breath down there?" Angela cocked her head to the side
"Yes Ange I can breathe, now just take the DAMN picture and take it NOW."
Angela smiled mischievously, "Okay Studly if you are sure or I could just turn down the volume and turn my back for a while."
"AN-GE-LA" Booth annunciated each syllable, which was still quite muffled by Brennan's breasts. As he waited for her to take the pictures, he allowed his lips to press against Brennan's soft skin between her breasts. Hell as long as he was here he might as well enjoy it.
He felt her quick intake of air as her chest bucked against his lips. He smiled and lightly touched the same spot with his tongue and felt her hands tighten on his head. He whispered "Something wrong Bones?"
"Booth, this is not the time…" she was unable to finish her sentence as his lips once again seared her flesh. "Angela call us when you find something." Before Angela could answer Brennan pushed Booth off of her and ended the video call. She turned on Booth her eyes on fire. "And now for you." she lunged at him being caught in his powerful arms as he laughed against her shoulder.
An hour and a half later Angela called back "Okay sweetie They could have been in that position and killed with a single bullet, however, since projectiles lose velocity over time or as they pass through an object, this would have had to of been fired from a distances of not more than 6 feet from the victims."
"Whoever shot them was in the room with them"
"Yeah sweetie watching them" Booth and Brennan turned and looked at each other