A/N; Yay about 20 of you reviewed xD! THANK YOU!! So Here it is Chapter 14!
Okay this is probably the last chapter with …. Ahem… Amy… So hihi probably the last of your threats! Or not=P
So this is my LONGEST chapter so far 6,000 words and again this chapter came to be thanks to Robert(Modean), he has a better grip on angsty situations then I do sometimes, and I myself thinks he's done a AH-mazing job, seriously he practically co-wrote this so don't forget to thank him!
I won't keep you any longer, I'm sorry in advanced and good luck…
Warning; it is best if Texasloves9 does NOT read certain parts of this chapter… OMG, I shivered after I read your review… wow.
BTW I had a little problem posting this one which is why you probably received a few story alerts!
Disclaimer; I got a call from HH calling me a hypocrite, so it's.. *sniff* good that I don't own Bones…
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Booth paced back and forth through the small corridor leading into the emergency room. It seemed like hours since they'd taken her through the doors. The pale walls of the hospital ceased to make him comfortable, and he restlessly looked back at the door waiting for news on her condition. All he could do just then was to wish that he could turn back time and hold onto her. He should've never let his grip to loosen around her.
She was unconscious when they had brought her in, and the fact that his hands were still slightly stained with her blood wasn't making him feel any better. Every time he looked down at his hands he could feel his stomach churn and though he debated going somewhere to wash up, he couldn't leave until he knew for sure how she was doing. How could he have allowed this to happen? He never should've let her go.
He sank back into one of the nearby chairs and tried to hold back tears. He was desperately trying to hold himself together, so much so that he was unaware of heels hitting the cold vinyl hospital floor at a rapid pace heading right towards him.
"What happened?" Angela asked frantic once she was near earshot.
Booth shot up of the seat and met her eyes the concern burning in them mirroring his.
"W-we…" Booth swallowed hard. "We were in the parking lot… the car came out of nowhere… I tried to…" his voice ultimately cracked the emotion thick in his throat was now fully preventing him to speak. He dropped his hands to his side in defeat and once again slumped into the chair behind him. His eyes gazing aimlessly ahead of him.
"Well?! Do you know how she's doing? Did the doctors say anything?!" Angela questioned him, her voice only hinting at her agitation.
Booth just shook his head. Right when Angela's was going to push for more answers, Hodgins and Cam arrived.
"Hey, we came as soon as we heard." Cam said breathlessly.
"Yeah, how's Dr. B doing?" Hodgins asked worried, staring at his wife who was still as hysterical as when she'd first heard the news. He tried to comfort her, resting a firm reassuring hand on her shoulder, then his gaze dropped onto Booth and the man looked like hell. His shoulders were rigid and tense, and his gaze was fixed on the doors where he suspected a doctor would be appearing any minute to update them on how Dr. B was doing.
He gulped as his eyes saw the agents stained hands from dried blood and he could feel his own heart beat falter. It wasn't much but enough to make him worry substantially more.
"Booth here doesn't know anything yet!" Angela snapped as she glared at the agent who barely even flinched at her frigid tone. "You were supposed to protect her!" She hissed.
At that Booth lowered his head a ghastly look overtaking his features but otherwise remained silent. He felt he deserved that, and much worse. He was supposed to protect her and he failed her. All he'd done was cause her even more hurt.
Hodgins squeezed Angela's shoulder warningly, while Cam looked down at her friend sympathetically but otherwise did little to comfort him, choosing instead to begin searching for a doctor or a nurse. When Angela noticed he hadn't said anything, she spun around looking for Cam, and realized she was already at the nurses' station asking about the anthropologist's condition.
Booth had tried several times to get an update on his partner's condition, all to no avail.
"WHAT IS TAKING SO GOD DAMN LONG?!" Angela yelled at the terrified nurses.
Of course Booth had yet to try that approach. Even Cam's eyes widened at Angela's outburst. Just then, as if to answer her prayers, a doctor came through the double doors, one Booth immediately recognized as he sprung to his feet practically jumping onto the poor man.
"Is she doing okay?" Booth inquired, sounding just as frantic as Angela had, not moments ago. Quickly the other three joined him circling the doctor who was now holding up his hand in surrender, and possibly as a sign that he needed some breathing room. He was denied the latter, as he was rewarded for his efforts by everyone crowding even closer to him, like predators circling their prey.
"Dr. Brennan is doing fine," The doctor began. Everyone sighed deeply in relief, everyone that is except for Booth whose eyes were still fixed on the doctor. The doctor, noting Booth's continuing distress, quickly proceeded to explain her injuries. "The fall broke her right arm and fractured her wrist. She also sustained a mild concussion from her head hitting the pavement."
"What about the blood." Hodgins asked as he looked down at Booths hand, causing both Cam and Angela to drop their gazes as well their eyes widening.
"Oh my God." Angela let out and Cam slightly gasped. The doctor again took charge hastily.
"Rest assured, it was just a small scalp laceration, again from the fall. It's been treated and she'll be fine in a few days." He said in assuring tone. This managed to calm everyone down considerably, even Booth let out a quick sigh of relief.
"Can I see here?" he asked, though his thoughts were much calmer knowing Brennan was fine, Booth's muddy brown eyes still shimmered in concerned.
"The hell you will!" Angela interrupted the doctor before he even got a chance to respond.
Angela's eyes narrowed waiting for Booth to contest her demand, but Cam's hand squeezing his shoulder told him it was better if the maniacal Angela saw Brennan first. If not for her own sake, Cam thought, then for everyone else's mental well being.
The doctor nodded and turned back around towards the double door with Angela right on his feet, leaving a hopeless Booth behind.
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'It wasn't his fault', Brennan thought as they finished wrapping her hand into a cast and placed a small bandage on her throbbing head wound. Her head ached even with sufficient painkillers meant to ease it.
She knew it couldn't possibly be his fault, but that didn't stop her from being angry with him. She had no right to be but the anger still gnawed her. It was as if the unbearable feeling of pain from before was being turned into one of fury as she remembered the events leading up to her being practically run over by a car. At first she tried to justify the hurt and the anger by blaming it on the lack of trust that Booth displayed. How could he have kept a serious amorous relationship with a woman from her? Didn't he trust her? He had several opportunities to just tell her the truth yet he'd kept his relationship a secret while she, on the other hand, told him about all of her relationships. Hadn't he been the one that advised her that every once in a while you had to offer a bit of yourself up? She had done that. Why couldn't he?
The door to her hospital room opened abruptly, startling her. For a moment she thought that Booth would appear at the door, but she was both relieved and strangely disappointed to find Angela there instead.
Angela quickly made her way to her friend who lay on the hospital bed.
"Oh Sweetie thank God you're okay!" She took her friend into a bear hug which was quickly ended when Brennan let out a small whimper in pain.
"Sorry, sorry." Angela apologized quickly as she let go of her best friend and took a step back. "What happened Sweetie?"
Angela wasn't one to waste time and Brennan should've figure out that eventually she would have to answer her questions, yet she was still caught off guard. She didn't feel ready to talk yet, and she wasn't ready to relive the moments that led up to her being here, the moments that brought knots to her stomach. She bit her bottom lip softly as she looked away. But she should've known Angela wasn't going to let it go.
"Uh-oh, sweetie what happened between you and Booth? Is he the reason that you're here? Because if that's-"
"No, Ange! It's not Booth's fault." Brennan assured her. Angela's features relaxed a little but they quickly tensed up again as she saw the storm brooding behind Brennan's eyes.
"Brennan, tell me what happened!" She insisted.
"I… I saw him…" she said, the image flashed once again in her mind and Brennan felt her stomach clench. Angela waited for more but her friend instead began shaking her head at some distant memory as anger suddenly flared in her eyes.
"Booth can do whatever he wants with his life!" she snapped, at no one in particular.
"What makes you say that?" Angela inquired.
Unable to keep it bottled up she finally let it out.
"I saw him and Amy kissing."
Angela's mouth gaped open, completely startled by what her friend had just informed her.
"Where?" she barely let out.
"In his office."
"No, where?" Was it on the cheek, cause that…"
"On the lips Angela."
Angela shook her head slightly at the possibility of Booth kissing another woman.
"No. You must've seen wrong."
It was hard for her to comprehend that after all these years seeing how much Booth loved Brennan that he would go around and screw things up.
Brennan's brows furrowed, creases appearing on her forehead.
"No Ange, I'm perfectly sure of what I saw." She assured her friend. Seeing the confidence and genuineness in Brennan's eyes made her snap.
How could he!
"I'll be right back." Angela said, venom clear in her voice as she turned around.
Without another word she stomp out of the room and began walking to where the others, including a certain FBI agent, were waiting.
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To her utter surprise, Cam and Hodgins weren't the only ones waiting for her. Amy Sheppard was there as well.
'The nerve!', Angela hissed mentally as she glared at both agents, noting how close they were standing to one another. One of Amy's hands lay protectively on Booth's shoulders as she tried to sooth him. Anger flared even more in Angela's eyes.
"YOU!" she said pointing at Booth. "How could you?!"
Booth baffled looked towards Angela who was now being restrained by Hodgins who had jumped to hold her back, his grip firm on her forearm and her shoulder.
"I didn't do anything."
"Oh come on Booth," She spat. "Who are you kidding?! How could you do that to her."
"I would never hurt her!" Booth exclaimed with the very last ounce of strength he had in him.
"And with her?" Angela continued looking at Amy with pure disgust.
Booth flinched. "Bones is wrong…" he said unsure of how long he would have to battle against everything that threatened to ruin him completely.
"Booth?" it was Cam who spoke now. His eyes turned to her and he could see that even she was filled with doubts. "You didn't."
It wasn't a question, more like she was looking for confirmation of what she already thought had happened, and that pained him. He felt the pit of his stomach drop and a sharp stabbing pain in his heart. What had he possibly done to deserve this? How had things gone so wrong? He was inflicting pain on the woman he loved the most in this world. The last person he had ever wanted to hurt. His head dropped low as he continued to feel the pain rising up in his chest. When it became unbearable he turned, looking for the nearest exit. Unable to think or breath properly, Booth left the waiting room and headed down the hall.
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Angela now turned to Amy, glaring at her as the agent stood there, looking just as pissed off as Angela was. Cam glared at her as well, holding back none of her current distaste for the blonde agent.
"You and Booth can both go to straight to hell!" Angela hissed at the shocked looking blonde.
Amy Sheppard wasn't a rash or intemperate woman. No, she was disciplined, self assured, and above all else patient. As an agent these traits had served her well, and she had the performance record to show for it, but suddenly in this hospital waiting room she found herself in uncharted territory. She watched her friend slink away, his heart in tatters at the hands of his putative friends, and she reeled under the sudden attack from Angela, and the pointed glare from Cam, and for the first time in her adult life her patience had run out, and her discipline failed her.
Nurses say you could hear it all the way to the nurse's station halfway down the hall. The sound of Amy's open hand as it contacted Angela's cheek resounded like a miniature thunderclap.
Angela doubled over in pain, clutching the side of her face as Hodgins instinctively moved to comfort her. Cam stepped forward to tell the female agent off, completely missing the look of cold steel in her eyes.
"That was complete uncalled for Agent Sheppard, and I guarantee you your superiors at the FBI…"
"Shut up Dr Saroyan, before you embarrass yourself anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"Hey, you can't talk to Cam like that!"
"You too Dr Hodgins, you aren't exactly blameless here you know."
"What are you talking about! Hodgie has done nothing wrong, it's your boyfriend…"
"I said shut up! Or do I need to explain it to you again?" Amy raised her hand in one fluid motion, and Angela instinctively drew back. "Good, seems you people can learn to listen given the right motivation."
"Agent Sheppard…" Cam began, this time with a calmer, more conciliatory tone.
"I understand why you all are acting this way, Dr Saroyan, I get that you're being protective of your friend, Dr Brennan, and you're worried about her feelings, her injuries, and that's why I'm going to explain this to you, so you'll all understand where I'm coming from when I say what I've got to say: You're being unfair to Booth." Amy took a moment to let what she'd said sink in, brushing invisible pieces of lint from her perfectly pressed blazer. Looking up and seeing that she had their rapt attention, she continued. "When Booth came to LA two months ago he was a broken man. Whatever your friend Dr Brennan did to him? Well, I'm not exaggerating when I say it nearly killed him."
Seeing the words take effect she pushed on, allowing her voice to show the emotion she'd held in check until how. "He was morose, inconsolable…he wasn't Booth. I'd never seen him like that before, and honestly it scared me a little. I spent two months trying to help him get his life back together, two months dealing with a man who wasn't Booth, trying to help him get over whatever it was she did to break his heart, and when he left LA he was better, not perfect, but better."
Amy looked down the hall where Booth had gone. He was leaning against the wall, head slumped forward. His pain was obvious, but so was his discomfort at being anywhere near the rest of them. She turned back to address the three of them, but spoke only to Angela.
"Look at him now. He's broken again. He's broken and it really pisses me off, because nothing, and I mean nothing that happened today was his fault, and yet all you can do is blame him!" Amy watched the fire dim in the other woman's eyes as the words washed over her. "I wondered why he had to come to LA and see me, and now I know. Seeley had to come to LA because he doesn't have any friends here in DC."
With that Amy began heading towards the same exit, walking down that same hallway, for one last attempt to piece back together the Agent's life. Only this time she was putting back together the pieces she helped break.
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She found him leaning with his back against the wall his head tilted with his chin upwards and his eyes tight shut.
"I'm sorry Soldier," She began. "I didn't mean to cause all this drama. I didn't think that a simple peck could cause this many problems."
Booth said nothing.
"Hey, if I'd known there was going to be this kind of fallout I would've at least pushed for tongue." She laughed weakly. "I know, it's not my usual good stuff but at least I'm trying here."
Even she knew it had been a lame joke. But Booth features remained impassive. Undaunted Amy tried to reach him again.
"Booth… you know she loves you right?" Her voice was soft as she joined him, resting her back against the wall. She could feel Booth shift.
"Oh, come on, don't give me that look." Amy admonished, feeling his eyes on her. "I can't believe this is news to you. I mean how could you not see it!"
He thought about her words. Was it actually possible?
"Why else would she be so angry?" Amy continued. "I mean even in the diner, the way she looked at you…"
Booth recalled the conversation in the diner. He had formed his own conclusions as to what Brennan had been on the verge of saying.
She felt Booth sighed deeply beside her.
"Booth, I've seen that look. It's the same one you wear whenever you look at her."
The corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile as she saw the wheels turning in his head.
One last push, you idiot and you've lost him for good, she thought to herself. Amy turned to face him.
"Are you really that blind?" she asked arching her brow. "Open you're damn eyes soldier!" She chided. And it was then that she finally saw him react.
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Cam had spoken the same words to him, and that brought him back to an earlier conversation.
Could it possibly be true? Did Brennan want him after all? Was that why…
Booth was combating with two distinctive reasoning's. He had to be sure. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to hope. Not again, not after everything that had happened, but he had to. How could he not. Bones was the reason for his existence, he could barely breath without her around, without knowing that she was in his life.
"Go on, and see for yourself." Amy said. Though her words put him in immediate motion he couldn't help but notice the slight tone of defeat and hurt she said them with. He hesitantly glanced back at her, for the first time noticing that there were actual tears right beneath the surface of her now deep green eyes that stared firm ahead of her.
"Amy—"
"No, go ahead soldier," she said looking away. "Go check on Dr Brennan."
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Amy fought the tears that unwillingly threaten to spill waiting for him to leave before she gave into them. Booth hand suddenly appearing under her chin and tilting her head up, took her by surprise. For a moment there she was lost in his touch and she almost took back her words, but what she saw in the deep brown eyes that stared deeply into hers, made her refute her own decisions. She saw the hope that had been dormant for so long sparkling bright even as he gave her a pained expression. The hope that emanated assured her that she was doing the right thing.
The love that she had come to feel for Booth in such a short amount of time was pure enough for her to feel elated at his happiness. And evidence of that was the small smile that appeared on her face as he stared back at him.
"I'm going to be fine you know." She answered the unspoken question in his eyes, and she saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in understanding. He placed a soft, chaste kiss upon her cheek and it sent a shiver down her spine that was even worse than the kiss in his office. She knew then the reason why, because unlike the kiss in his office this kiss was real. It was a real kiss, given freely, but it was a kiss of friendship not love. Any other time and she would've found that insufficient, but at that very moment it not only healed her broken heart but assured her that if there was a man out there even a fraction as good as Booth was, then she'd be okay.
He smiled and turned, heading down the hall and back towards the waiting room, and when he was finally out of ear shot she let out a deep sigh.
"God I need a drink!" she exclaimed to no one in particular. With one last glance back at Booth's retreating form, Amy started for the nearest exit, hoping it would bring her closer to her car, and from there to the nearest bar.
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Booth reentered the emergency waiting area where he saw them all clustered together. Angela tirade continued, only it seemed that in his absence she had momentarily directed at her husband instead of him. As soon as they spotted him both Cam and Angela began heading towards him, and for a moment Booth thought he was going to be on the receiving end of another onslaught, but the look of shame in their eyes told him that, that wasn't the case and he suddenly felt relieved.
"I'm so sorry Booth!" Angela pleaded.
Booth could see that her apology was sincere. Cam stood off to the side, nodding along, a look of genuine regret in her eyes as she apologized as well. Even Hodgins gave his shoulder a squeeze, though he said nothing. Somehow knowing that they were no longer angry with him did a lot to alleviate Booth's guilt.
"I shouldn't have, I mean… I should've known you wouldn't-" Angela struggled to get the words out, her voice choked with emotion.
"Ange, it's okay." He said quickly, realizing that his artist friend was truly bothered by her momentarily lapse of faith in him. Angela studied him for a moment, searching his eyes to see if her apology had really been accepted. Receiving what she must have felt was confirmation; Angela launched herself into his arms, pulling Booth into an unexpected bear hug.
Only then did Booth realize how truly sorry they all were, and how guilty they must have felt - as guilty as he'd felt just minutes ago. As Hodgins carefully attempted to extricate his wife from the arms of another man, Booth gave him an appreciative glance and hurriedly turned to continue his path toward a certain forensic anthropologist. He had had to speak with her on an urgent matter, and he couldn't wait anymore. Passing by Cam, Angela and Hodgins, he headed through the double doors and to wherever Bones was staying.
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The three looked at the receding back of the suddenly determined agent, and they needed no further confirmation of what it was he was going to do. As they exchange knowing glances, all three smiled quietly to themselves.
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After a few mortified attempts at finding her, Booth asking around and a nurse finally directed him to the right room. Headed towards his goal, Booth could hear the nursing staff murmuring complaints about how a certain Forensic Anthropologist had managed to drive them all crazy in so little time, and he smiled knowing how much Brennan despised hospitals.
He entered the room without knocking, not wanting to risk her shutting him out. He found her in the hospital bed looking more than fragile. Her right arm was in a cast up to her elbow, and he saw and glimpsed at the small bandage that probably concealed her scalp laceration. He flinched at the memory of what caused her injuries, but quickly focused on the woman in front of him. She was gazing at him, her eyes wide and the pale blue irises focused intensely on his. Like windows, he could see whatever it was she was feeling. First he saw a flash of vulnerability that made his heart ache, then in matter of seconds what seemed like hurt turned to blazing anger.
He didn't need any further confirmation, because during the change from hurt to anger, he saw a flicker of something else, something that shook the very core of his being and sent a shiver down his spine.
He finally saw it.
It was so deep, so profound, and yet so real that he had no idea how he could've missed it. If only he'd paid better attention. He knew, though, that even if he'd paid careful attention before LA he most likely would've missed it, because what he saw was something new. It was more than what had been there before he'd left, but since he returned he'd been focused on the surface, and never bothered to look deeper. Booth's observations were clouded by her words and his insecurities. He was afraid of what he would've uncovered if he dug deeper. He should've known better.
Joy quickly overtook him. He could feel his heart sing, and a grin threatening to burst onto his face, but he knew from that angry look of hers that he wouldn't be able to achieve anything if he started jumping for joy.
"Booth I don't want you in here!" Brennan snapped.
"Why Bones?" he said not faltering his gaze as he stared deeply into her eyes.
"I want you to leave Booth!" she said again in the same upset voice her tone firm.
Booth arched his eyebrow playfully suddenly feeling as if his heart was soaring inside of him.
"Or else what Bones?" he goaded her.
A small smile was dangerously close to appearing on his face and her eyes narrowed in response. Right when Brennan was about to respond with something very close to profanity, a doctor walked in.
"Hello, Dr Brennan I hope you're feeling somewhat better?"
The same doctor from earlier exclaimed cheerfully. His name tag read Dr Emil, and the doctor gave Booth a reassuring glance, even managing a smile at Booth's sudden change in attitude. He quickly attributed it all to the satisfactory condition of the patient, especially considering how much worse it could've been. Of course Dr Emil had no idea that the real reason for the change in Booth's demeanor was the utter joy of having found true love.
"I'm not, actually!" Brennan said sounding quite upset and causing Dr Emil to raise his eyebrows in concern. "I would very much like to be discharged now."
Booth smiled sheepishly at Brennan's pouty face and the doctor chuckled.
"So you're the one that's been harassing my nurses." Dr Emil said smiling.
"I wouldn't exactly call it harassing; it was merely pointing out their incompetence in certain aspects of their jobs. I have a simple distal radius fracture, a small scalp laceration, and a mild concussion. None of these are life threatening injuries and I am not in any grave danger. I don't see why exactly you continue to require my presence here. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."
"Dr Brennan I'd like to keep you in for observation over night just in case. You took a bad fall when Agent Booth pulled you out of the way, and you do have a concussion." Dr Emil said, his voice serious.
"Dr Emil so far I have been showing exemplary progress, my head barely even hurts." Booth could tell she was lying.
"Even so Dr Brennan head injuries-"
"Dr Emil I insist, you said so yourself. A mild-"
"Common procedures Dr Brennan, you said that you lived alone and-"
"I'm very capable of-"
Booth saw that the discussion would continue unless he put a end to it, so he interrupted them in mid-argument with his suggestion.
"Look Doc, your big concern is the concussion, right? So what if I take her home and stay with her?"
Brennan's eyes widened as Dr Emil looked slightly relieved.
"That would be-"
"Unacceptable!" Brennan interrupted.
"Actually, if you have someone to accompany you tonight I don't see any inconvenience in-"
"Then I'll ask Angela." Brennan interjected still glaring at Booth.
"Actually, Angela and Hodgins have plans," he said quickly. "I'm sure you wouldn't want her to cancel her plans with her husband while you have two very viable options at your disposal , right Bones?" Booth he asked sweetly.
"And what are those options exactly." She said through her teeth. He took a step closer to her bed, his eyes once again intensely gazing into hers, his smoldering stare rendering her speechless and making her heart rate increase.
"Well you can let me keep an eye on you, and stay at you're apartment all night and you'll have me at your disposal for whatever you need," As he spoke his voice was deep and sultry, causing her to fall into an almost trance as her gaze dropped to his lips before shooting back to his eyes. "Or, you can stay in the hospital with the nurses checking on you all night." He said slight humor in his voice as he gave her the second option. "Right doc?"
Brennan was sure that, had she been standing as he spoke just then, that she would've buckled forward and she was suddenly grateful to be seated in the hospital bed. She did, however, have to shake her head slightly to shake herself free of the almost hypnotic state Booth had left her in. He glanced at the Dr Emil, who returned Booth's smirk with a smile.
"That's right." Dr Emil said.
Brennan sighed, deeply unsure of what the hell just happened. She shook her head mentally once again and tried to slow down her heart rate, thankful she wasn't connected to a heart monitor, imagining how embarrassing it would have been to have the men witness the sudden increase her heart rate had taken when in close proximity of Booth.
"Fine!" she said, resigned to her fate, seeing as she really didn't want to spend the night in the hospital. A grin over took Booth's face seeming content with himself.
"Okay, then I'll go and sign your discharge papers." Dr Emil said still smiling as he patted the Agent's shoulder in amusement. He then left the room letting the two partners be.
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"So Bones, are you sure you want to head to your place because we could always go to mine?" Booth asked as he pushed the wheelchair he had to practically force her into, over to the Tahoe. He'd brought the SUV up to the entrance of the emergency area so that she wouldn't have to walk far to the parking lot, worried as he was because Brennan was still slightly dizzy despite being as irate as ever.
"Isn't Amy staying with you?" She snapped, though Booth hardly missed the slight vulnerability in her voice as she tried to make it sound like a question. Instead it came off as an accusation, and Booth ignore her, chuckling lightly.
He helped her out of the wheelchair and snuck his right arm around her waist to carefully steady her. He felt her shiver slightly under his touch, and he couldn't help but smile knowing that she reacted the same way he did when she touched him.
"Bones, there isn't any chance that you might be a little jealous of Amy, is there?" he asked her in a low voice, trying hard to calm down the flutter in the pit of his stomach as he helped her reach the SUV.
Bones head shot up, a blush quickly making itself known as it crept up her cheeks. She didn't want to lie, but she wasn't ready to admit that, that was indeed the unfortunate case. She resolved to say nothing, not until he answered her question first, not until she was sure it wouldn't make any difference if she did or didn't admit her feelings. So instead of answering she changed the subject.
"I didn't see Angela." She said.
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Booth tensed slightly as he opened the passenger door for her. Once they reached the car he realized he'd have to do more helping than he'd anticipated getting her inside the SUV with one of her arms still in a sling.
"Uh, yeah, she…" he began nervously, only to lose his train of thought.
Trying to maneuver her into her seat, he was forced to put one of his hands on her hip and as soon as he held her he thought that his heart would jump out of his ribcage. The intimate touch woke up all kinds of sensations in him, sensations that he'd tried to suppress for too long, and for a moment he was speechless until he got her safely into her seat and buckled. Once he was able to retract his arm, Booth regained the power of speech.
"Like I said she had plans." He answered.
Luckily he wasn't entirely wrong. Angela did have plans. Plans that had unexpectedly come up when both her and Hodgins agreed to have dinner so that Booth could take care of Brennan, something everyone agreed too quite quickly.
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Brennan, whose blush only deepened at the feel of Booth's warm hand on her hip and the thrill of electricity that it sent coursing through her body, just nodded silently. She tried to concentrate on anything but the entrancing scent of his cologne and something else that was uniquely Booth when he buckled her in. She ignored how her breathing became almost constricted when his chest only slightly brushed against hers as he adjusted her seat. She had to keep reminding herself that she was upset with him for more legitimate reasons than simple jealousy.
Once he was sure she was comfortable, Booth carefully closed her door and made his way to the other side of the car, got in and instantly put his key in the ignition.
"Let's get you to bed!" he said excitedly, as he began driving off. Brennan sat quite still, looking dead ahead and never moving in her seat. She was trying very hard not to read anything into his comment, because she had more pressing issues to attend to. For starters, Booth was staying at her place tonight.
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