Brennan's Dream

(After The Pain in the Heart)

I don't own Bones.

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She had been sitting in her bathtub, reading her latest journal, American Journal of Physical Anthropology, when she heard a noise in the hallway. Lowering her journal, she looked up in time to see the knob turn on her bathroom door and then the door swing wide open. Walking in to her bathroom, Booth smiled, walked over to the toilet, lowered the lid and sat down.

"Hey, Bones," Booth said with a knowing smirk, "I thought I'd come by and pay you a visit."

Furious, Brennan said, "What's the meaning of this, Booth? Why are you here?"

Smiling, Booth said, "Well, I wanted to talk to you about something and it couldn't wait."

Pointing towards the door, Brennan said, "Leave Booth. Leave now. I didn't give you permission to come in here. I'm taking a bath. You have no right to just break into my apartment and enter my bathroom when I'm taking a bath."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Because it's invading your private space? Because you don't want me to see you naked? Because a person's bathroom is a private place and it isn't right for anyone who feels like it to just walk in and talk to you while you're bathing?"

Squinting her eyes, Brennan looked at Booth's bland expression and knew that he was trying to teach her a lesson, a lesson that was not justified in the least. "If you're trying to equate my visit with you last week in your bathroom with your visit now; then, I can tell you that what you are doing is not equivalent. Not in the least. I entered your apartment to verify that you were indeed doing well. After all, it had been a mere two weeks since you were shot. Up until that day, I had thought you were dead. Once it was made apparent to me that you weren't dead then it behooved me to check upon you to make sure that you were recovering properly from your gunshot wound. After all, that physical confrontation you had at the cemetery could have easily ruptured your stitches. Once I saw that you were fine and not in need of any medical attention then I merely moved on and told you my concerns pertaining to the secretive way in which you handled your undercover operation. At ths time, you are merely trying to embarrass me into admitting that I should have waited until you were no longer in your bathroom before I approached you."

Shaking his head, Booth looked at her and said, "So it was ok for you to barge into my bathroom, scratch my record and yell at me while I was sitting in my tub; but, it isn't ok for me to come into your bathroom to talk to you while you bathe? Is that right?"

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "Of course."

Sighing, Booth stood up, walked over to the bathtub, reached over turned on the water and then turned on the shower. Turning around, Booth walked across the room listening to her screaming at him.

Trying to reach over and turn off the shower and the running water, Brennan screamed, "You are acting like a child Booth. I would expect better behavior from Parker."

Turning around, Booth pulled a cigar out of his jacket pocket, lit it and blew the smoke towards the tub. Saluting her with the cigar, Booth turned around and left the room.

After getting the shower turned off and the water taps turned off, Brennan took her soggy journal out of the tub and dropped it over the side on to the floor.

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The alarm clocks insistent beeping finally pulled Brennan out of her dream. Lying in bed, Brennan rubbed her hands up and down her face. This was the third time she had this particular dream in the last seven days. "Perhaps the next time I will let him leave the bathroom before confronting him with my concerns," Brennan thought.

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I know this is a short one; but, what did you think? This popped into my head today for some reason. I'm not sure why or maybe I do know why and I'm just not telling.