As promised, a new chapter and very very soon. I hope the suspense didn't kill y'all. haha. Let me know what you think. Turns out I'm better at writing fluff that I originally thought, especially with the advent of my other story "You can't always get what you want." I am fully surprised with myself.
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"I asked you very nicely to put the gun down, Melanie." Brennan said, edging her way into the room more. She was trying to use her peripheral vision to see if Booth was okay and how much blood loss there was. She could tell he was conscious because she could feel him looking at her, but other than that she didn't know. She didn't want to take her eyes off of Melanie just incase she decided to do something crazy.
"Yeah, and the nicer you ask me the more likely I am to turn myself in." Melanie said sarcastically, gun still aiming at Booth.
"Melanie, I've shot people for fewer reasons, and right now you're aiming a gun at my partner. Don't make me falsify a police report."
Melanie laughed and glanced down at Booth. Booth nodded his head, "It's true. She shot an unarmed man once for no good reason."
Brennan scoffed, "He was trying to set me on fire, not to mention the fact that he was a murderer."
"You had time before the flames went up!" Booth whined, "I was on my way in the door, you could have waited!"
"How was I supposed to know where you were? I'm extremely intelligent but I do not have a Booth GPS system installed in my brain."
"Let's not forget that you were also drunk." He scoffed.
"I was not drunk!" she complained, "You make it sound like I was incapable of walking or something. I'll admit that my Blood Alcohol content was higher than normal, but nothing higher than a .08 at most. I had one drink! At least I didn't shoot a clown head on an ice cream truck!"
"WOAH! Bones! You know…" Booth started to defend himself.
"SHUT UP!" Melanie yelled, pulling the partners out of their bickering and bringing back into the reality of the situation in which Melanie was planning on killing them, "Geez, I should just lock you two in a room together and rip each other apart. No muss, no fuss."
"Melanie," Brennan said, "You don't want to kill anyone. We will catch you and you will be sent to prison."
"I'm not going to prison." She stated matter of fact, "I'm going to kill him, you and Emma and then I'm hitting the highway, and nothing you say or do is going to stop me." Melanie released the safety on the gun and leaned forward.
There was another loud bang and Temperance jumped across the floor and landed on top of Melanie. The sound of the shell bounced off of the hardwood floor and then rolled in a circle, stopping at Booth's leg.
There was movement between the two women and finally Temperance sat up and dropped her gun on the floor. Her dress was covered in blood although it was difficult to see because of the dress's color and there were smears of blood across her shoulder and chest. Melanie's blood.
The police sirens were now in the distance heading toward the house and Brennan rolled her eyes at Booth. Leave it to the D.C. police to show up after the situation has already been handled. Brennan checked for a pulse on Melanie and shook her head at Booth before sliding over next to him and leaning her back up against his dresser. Booth pushed himself up into a sitting position next to her, gripping his side and trying to stifle the blood flow and relieve the pain. Brennan was holding her wrist and contorting her face in pain.
"Let me see it." Brennan said turning to him. She lifted his shirt without permission and examined the bullet wound, "It's just a flesh wound. You may need a few stitches, but I think you'll survive Agent Booth." Brennan smiled, lowering his shirt.
"You're wrist okay?" he asked.
"I think I broke it again trying to pummel her. It's the same wrist I broke in New Orleans." She said gently examining her wrist. Booth nodded and looked at her wrist as well.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Know what?"
Booth looked at her in the eyes, "How did you know that she would be here?"
Brennan let a small laugh escape her lips, "I didn't. I came here for something else and I heard the gun shot on the way in."
Booth nodded, "What were you here for?"
Brennan looked away from him and sighed, "I would rather not tell you all…" she said looking at herself and her dress, "covered in blood."
Booth shifted and bit his lower lip, "Alright." He said standing up. He leaned down and grabbed her hand, hoisting her up onto her feet.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Without an answer, he grabbed her hand, holding his other over his wound and pulled her outside of the house into the pouring rain.
Booth pulled his shirt off over his head and let some of the dry blood wash itself away. He then massaged his shirt in his hands a rung it out. Brennan caught onto the idea and began washing away the blood from her skin and ringing out her dress and running her fingers through her hair. The sirens were getting closer now and louder as they drew near. They could see the lights coming toward them from a few city blocks away, but they still had a good five minutes.
Booth looked at her while putting his shirt back on; her skin was glowing in the moonlight and she was absolutely breathtaking. He prayed silently that she was here to tell him that she loved him, but he wasn't about to put all his eggs in that messy basket. She turned to him and smiled and he returned it, "You ready?" he asked turning toward the door to go back inside. He started to climb the steps when her hand stopped him and pulled him back.
She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, favoring the one hand and pulled his face into hers, forcing her lips upon his. It was silent for the two of them now. No sirens, no rain, just each other and their intertwining lips, the soft sound of the others breathing and scent, filling the void that was left empty in their lives until now. Brennan pulled back momentarily and looked him in the eyes before smiling, "Surprise! I love you too."
Booth laughed and kissed her on the forehead and lifting her off the ground and twirling them around in the rain. He lowered her back down onto the ground and kissed her again.
"So what are you going to do about the situation with Agent Booth?" Sweets asked Emma who was sitting across the kitchen table donning one of his t-shirts and a pair of his oversized socks. She had just taken a bite of the bagel he had run out to get earlier that morning and her hair was piled on top of her head in an endearing mess.
She smiled at him, "I don't know. Right now, I'm so happy I can barely think." She laughed.
Sweets blushed and bit down on his lower lip, "Well, I think that you should confront him about it soon. I doubt you want him to think that what he did was okay."
Emma nodded, "Yeah, except I was thinking something a little more fun."
Sweets laughed, "You're like… Dennis the Menace."
Emma burst out laughing, "Oh come on, don't tell me that you aren't aching for a little drama and intrigue." She said wiggling her eyebrows.
"Angela will never forgive us if we don't involve Brennan in this somehow and make it so they admit their feelings for each other though." Sweets sighed.
"Booth is so crazy in love with her it's ridiculous." Emma said looking down at the crumbs on her plate and pressing her thumb into them, "You know he told her right?"
Sweets jaw dropped, "WHAT!"
Emma nodded and her eyes widened, "I just found out the other day. He yelled it at her."
Sweets leaned back in his chair, "Ohhh, that is too good."
"I smell something more lurking in that comment Doctor Sweets. Care to indulge me?"
Sweets laughed and leaned forward on the table, "A few months ago Agent Booth had to fake his death. I chose not to inform anyone at the Jeffersonian that he was still alive, including Doctor Brennan." Emma swatted Sweet's arm, hard. He grabbed the sore spot, "Ow! What was that for?"
"Do you even need to ask? You know you should have told her!" Emma complained.
"I wanted to see how she would react. It did prove to be quite intriguing." He said.
"Regardless, even if she won't admit her feelings for him, you should have let her know. She's strong on the outside, but inside… she's like a half step away from nervous breakdown."
Sweets nodded, "Anyways, at his funeral, when everyone finally realized that he wasn't dead, she punched him in the face." Sweets laughed.
Emma laughed as well, "They really can't do anything the normal way, can they?"
Sweets shrugged, "It's part of their charm."
Emma laughed and reached across the table for Sweet's hand, "What is our charm?"
"Death by Adorably Awesome!" Sweets said letting a giggle escape.
Emma thought for a moment, "I can live with that." She smiled. Her eyes got wide and she gave a knowing smile to Sweets, "I have a plan for revenge on Booth!"
Brennan woke that morning in her bed in her apartment. The sun was cascading through the window of her apartment and she inhaled the scent that was filling her room. It was normal, but with a hint of Booth as he lay next to her; arm slung across her torso and face buried in her hair.
She smiled and laced her arm around to his back and pulled herself closer. Her fingers playing with his t-shirt that was still damp from the night before.
"Good morning." He said in a rough morning voice.
She laughed, "Good morning."
"How is your wrist?" he asked.
She held up the cast and tapped it against his arm, "I think it'll hold." She could hear him smiling.
He kissed the top of her head, "That's good. What time is it?"
She lifted herself up to look at her alarm clock and then dropped back down onto the bed, "Eleven thirty. How long is your apartment going to remain a crime scene?"
"A few days, until they can make sure that our account of the incident is accurate with the evidence they found."
Brennan nodded, "And the fact that you are an FBI Agent can't help validate the truth any?"
"I'd rather they investigate it fully then just take my word for it. It means they are doing their job without bias."
Brennan nodded, "You hate dirty cops."
"That I do. Besides, the longer they take, the longer I stay here." He laughed.
Brennan nuzzled her face into his chest, "Mm. I like the sound of that." She mumbled.
"Alright so, I have to ask you something. Please don't take this the wrong way, but it's just something that I will never forgive myself for if I don't ask it. I'm not expecting anything so don't feel obligated to answer one way or the other.
"Booth!" she yelled, pulling back from him to look him in the eyes. He looked adorable. His eyes were red and sleep ridden and his hair was messed up from sleep and rain and the worry lines on his face were prominent from his obvious nervousness, "Just ask me."
She had never known Booth to worry so much about anything. Normally he was extremely strong and any weakness was hidden away from her as well as everyone else. There were only a few times that she had ever truly seen him in a state of distress; this was now on that list.
Booth cleared his throat and lifted his hand to her cheek, "I've loved you for so long. I've never been able to tell you that because I was afraid of loosing you, but now that you know and now that you've told me you feel the same, I feel like I'm going to wake up at any moment to find out that I was dreaming the whole thing. You challenge me everyday and make me a better person by just standing next to me. What I'm trying to say is… will you marry me?"
Brennan leaned over to him and kissed him. Then she pulled back and sighed, "You know how I feel about marriage, Booth."
Booth laughed, "Yeah, I know. I was just hoping you could see it as a tax break or something."
Brennan tilted her head to the side and looked up at the ceiling, "That may be the most logical argument for marriage I have ever heard."
Booth sat up immediately, "Are you serious?"
"Am I ever not serious?" she smiled.
"So, what are you saying?" he asked sounding excited.
"I'm saying… I will marry you so I can pay less taxes." She laughed.
"You're going to marry me?" he said, hoping that he heard her right.
"I believe I just said that." She said, confirming his question.
Booth closed his eyes and then rolled them, "I can't believe you." He said looking at her.
"Why can't you believe me?" she asked.
Booth laughed, "Never in a million years did I ever think you would say yes; especially on the first shot. I dreamed about it, of course, but I always figured I would have to try and wear down your resolve."
Brennan laughed, "I'll be your wife, but I won't change my name. It'll confuse my fans."
Booth pulled her into him, "I wouldn't ask for that anyways." He said then kissing her passionately.
Brennan slung her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her in bed; wrapping her legs around him.