Chapter 21! Hope you enjoy! I love reviews!
Even though Booth and Brennan returned home early, Cullen and Hacker agreed to give them 2 more weeks. Booth and Brennan spent these weeks laying in their home relaxing and playing with their two children.
After the four days were over, Booth and Brennan returned to work. Although Brennan was supposed to be banned from fieldwork, Booth allowed her to come to crime scenes and interrogate suspects. He knew that she would want to do something in the field, and decided to meet her halfway until she was fully recovered, and she could come back to the field full time. Until then Booth forbid her to come with him to arrest, search and/or tackle suspects. Unfortunately, this made Brennan worried for Booth, and Angela found herself being a comfort pillow for Brennan when Booth was working.
Booth would call Brennan every hour if he wasn't with her, took her out to lunch everyday, and picked her up at 6 to go back home. Brennan was sitting at her desk, anxiously looking at her phone. It was 10:59, which meant that Booth would be calling any moment. She looked up as Angela walked in, and sat on her couch. "Angela what are you doing here?" Angela shrugged. "Just keeping you company I guess. You expecting a call from Booth soon?" Brennan sighed. "Yeah any minute." Angela nodded, and kept quiet.
5 minutes later Brennan started getting extremely worried. Booth had never been even a minute late to call her, not to mention five. She looked up to Angela anxiously, who sighed, and pulled a chair over to sit next to Brennan. She began rubbing her back. "Oh Bren. Why do you always do this to yourself?" Brennan looked up with eyes that expressed a mixture of sadness, worry, pain and desperation, and Angela softened. "There's nothing we can do, Bren, but wait." Brennan nodded, and leaned into the desk, resting her elbows on the desk and her chin in her hands, as she stared at the phone as if willing it to ring.
Suddenly the phone started to ring, but Brennan could almost sense that it was a different person's ring, not Booth's. Brennan looked to Angela worried, and answered the phone. "Brennan-Booth…" Brennan frowned when a man with a gruff voice answered. "Mrs. Brennan-Booth, this is Dr. Wilsan from the George Washington Hospital. You are the wife and emergency contact of Seeley Booth, correct?" Brennan felt her heart beat faster as she answered, "Yes. What's happened?" The man continued. "Well there's been an accident and your husband…"
The phone dropped from Brennan's hand, and Angela squeezed her arm. "Sweetie…?" Brennan attempted to stand, but her blood pressure seemed to drop with the pressure on her chest, or rather her heart, metaphorically, which she felt was now being ripped out of her chest, and she fell. "Sweetie!" Angela knelt down besides Brennan, who was now looking like she was about to be sick. Angela rushed and got her a bucket, and she emptied out the contents of her stomach.
Angela stroked her back, and after Brennan was done she started sobbing silently, her body shaking, as Angela patted her back. "Tell me what happened Bren. Tell me." Angela tried to shake her back to her. "I…I have to…We...He's…" Angela suddenly understood. "Booth?" Brennan nodded. "Alright, Bren just Breathe, okay. Breathe, slowly. Which hospital? Is it George Washington?" Brennan nodded, and Angela pulled Brennan to her feet, as she led her to her car. Angela silently drove Brennan to the hospital, and when they arrived, helped Brennan stand, by offering her, her arm, which Brennan clutched tightly.
They rushed to the desk and asked the nurse to point out Seeley Booth's room, but the nurse seemed confused. "We don't have a room registered for Seeley Booth at the moment." Brennan started to panic. Her voice and muscles were shaky, her face pale and she was sweating. "What does that mean?" The nurse shrugged gently. "Maybe he hasn't been registered yet? Why don't you have a seat and I'll see what I can do." Brennan nodded, but she could seem to sit or stand. All she wanted was Booth.
She started trembling, and Angela held her. "He'll be fine, sweetie. He's strong." Brennan started sobbing again, whispering continuously. "Please, Booth, you have to be okay, please I'll do anything. Just come back to me. I love you." She realized she was praying, and not so much to God, but rather Booth, which she would have found somewhat amusing if the situation had been different.
Suddenly she felt Angela get up, and a gentle hand placed on her shoulder. She recognized that touch. "Bones? What are you doing here?" She stood up quickly and pushed herself into his arms wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing tight. She buried her face in his neck, and her fingers started clawing at his back. She pulled back after a few minutes realizing she hadn't even really looked at him.
He seemed fine. He had a bit of a black eye, his right hand was broken, and the knuckles of his left hand were bruised. When Brennan was done accessing him, and was satisfied that he was truly okay, she turned to look at his eyes and half-heartedly slapped his chest. She pointed a finger at him. "Don't you ever do that to me again, Seeley Joseph Booth. Do you understand me? Don't you ever!" She started crying again and buried her head in his chest, muffling the sobs. Booth stroked her hair "I…I'm sorry Bones. I really am fine. I had no idea they would call you for something like this."
Brennan sighed. "Oh Booth…I was so worried. It's okay. I love you soo much. What happened? Did you get in some kind of fight?" Booth nodded, and seeing how weak the worry had made Brennan, wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her out of the hospital, with Angela, who went unnoticed, following behind them.
"It was an agent. That's all." Brennan stopped and glared at him. "It was those agents wasn't it? I told you not to do that, Booth. I explicitly said leave it alone." Booth shook his head. "I tried, I really did. But they were so mean, Bones. They deserved it for what they said about you. I will simply not apologize for standing up for you. You are my wife, now. That means I will do everything and anything to keep you from getting hurt both emotionally and physically." Brennan shook her head.
"I'll let this one slide. But you are my husband, too. I simply cannot take all this worry, as far as you are concerned. You have to be more careful. Just…walk away sometimes, okay? I'm a big girl, and those things don't bother me. Well, not nearly as much as you getting hurt or killed would." Booth nodded. "I'll try Bones." Brennan took his hand, satisfied with the response, and Angela drove the two of them back home.
They walked into their apartment. It was the middle of the day, so Christine was still in daycare and Parker was at the Jeffersonian lab where he was sitting in on a class. Brennan grabbed a cloth, which she dampened and soaped, Neosporin, itching cream, and then walked over the fridge and grabbed some ice, which she placed in a two separate plastic bags, each surrounded with a paper towel. She walked over to Booth, who was sitting on the couch, and proceeded with her nursing of him. She forced him to lean back on the couch, which he agreed to, knowing that she needed to coddle him at the moment.
She gently placed one of the ice bags on his eye and he held it there while she spread some of the Neosporin over the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. She placed another ice bag there, and moved onto his cast, where she gently spread the itching cream along the lines of the cast. "I know your tendency to itch inside the cast. And, well, I find that kind of gross." Booth chuckled remembering when he had punched out that hockey guy and Brennan had barged into the guy's locker room. She had eventually looked at his had, and determined that it was broken.
After she was satisfied, she scooted up on the couch and lay half on top of Booth, half on the couch, her head and one of her hands on his chest, while her other hand stroked his hair. "Are you okay, Bones?" Brennan chuckled. "I should be asking you that." Booth smiled. "Well I know if the situation was reversed I'd feel extremely upset." Brennan nodded. "I am. But not at you. I just…I can't live without you." She added the last part in a whisper, and Booth placed his hand on Brennan's head and hair, pressing her down further into his chest. "Neither can I Bones, neither can I. Hey let's lie here a while till we have to pick up the kids, okay?" Brennan nodded and turned into Booth a little more, the relief of him being alive settling in, and she began to cry softly. Booth rubbed her back, and cooed to her, until she was asleep.
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