Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.
All right, I'm combating the forces of evil with fluffy,established BB, hope that is to your taste! The goal is to update a few of my other stories this weekend, so let's hope that works out! If this is making the wait easier, let me know!:)
All We Can Do
Getting home at nearly midnight Booth groaned and immediately whipped out his cell phone. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to fall into bed and curl himself against his wife, but she wasn't home.
"Bones," he told her voicemail. "Stop working, baby, please come home."
He stripped his suit off and fell face down in an exhausted heap on the bed in nothing but his colorful boxers. Three hours later, he rolled over, hands sliding across the cool sheets on the still-empty left side of the bed.
"Aww, Bones," he whispered, getting out of bed and throwing on a faded pair of jeans and an even more faded T-shirt.
He found her on the floor of the bone room, back against the wall, looking blindly at the lab table full of remains in front of her.
"Bones," he called softly. "You know what time it is?"
"Booth," she said faintly, turning dry, gritty eyes on him. "I … no … I've lost track … I can't find it, Booth, I can't find it and he's going to walk." Her voice was desperate and he slid down next to her on the floor, scooping her up into his arms.
"What?"
"Caroline, she told me," Brennan explained, an edge of hysteria in her voice. "She told me, no murder weapon, no cause of death … that monster is going to walk."
"Bones," he soothed. "Caroline is a cutthroat federal prosecutor, she'll say whatever she needs to in order to get us to hand her the damn perfect case." And he was going to give her a piece of his mind the next time he saw her.
"We are doing all we can," he comforted, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead. "That's all we can do, baby."