A little one-shot for all of you. Still don't own it.

Coffee

What an awful week, there was no other way to describe it. Everything had been terrible absolutely terrible.

The intern of the week was new to the rotation. I've gotten used to Fischer's depression, I just have to explain why what we do is important and how it's beautiful and that usually cheers him up even if it's only temporary. Mr. Nigel Murray is good and always has a continuous stream of facts, mostly useless but interesting, Cam has been working on getting him to narrow down what he actually says aloud. He however doesn't seem to be suited for the lab. Clark is fantastic but he has had difficulty adapting to the atmosphere at the lab. Wendell is by far my favorite, he's good at his job, dedicated, reminds me of Zach when it comes to his abilities as a forensic anthropologist and Booth when it comes to his temperament.

But this intern, well, he is more frustrating than even Daisy was. He managed to knock over a tray of chemicals locking down the lab for hours, preventing the equipment from working and trapping Booth and I in the lab while were in the middle of an investigation. He dropped the skull when moving locations, didn't bother to inform me, rebuilt the skull and did it wrong. Creating a whole array of other problems for me and eventually I had to break the skull apart and rebuild it. He missed a vast collection of injuries that led to the murderer, and he had this odd obsession with following my every move in the lab and not being competent enough to do anything without being told. And he was creepy; nothing in particular brought me to this conclusion, I just got a creepy feeling from him. Booth would laugh at me for that reasoning. The week of incompetence was more than I could handle.

My editor had sent the copy of my manuscript back with a ton of notes all over it detail that this was in fact to similar to a different case, the relationships felt off to her, and that in general the book needed more work, ideally before the end of the month. I didn't actually have enough time to do everything she wanted me to, without sacrificing my other work, eating, and sleep. On top of that, I thought that this was my best book to date, and she'd just heavily criticized it, something I was not used to in any area of my work.

My editor had also decided that with this next book I needed to step up my personal appearances, TV appearances, talk shows, radio, readings, I could only remember how awful I was the when I tried that with my first book. Ellen had given up, but this new publicist was intent on it. She also wanted to make sure that I was working on the next book as soon as possible in order to keep a flow of books up. I hadn't even considered the plot for my next book. It had taken everything I had to finish the one she had after Booth's coma.

The date that I'd gone on with Aaron was a complete disaster. He'd been incapable of holding a coherent conversation about anything other than the famous people I'd meet in my travels for the few book signings I've done. When he was actually talking, it was to my chest and not my face. Then he'd tried to invite himself into my apartment, and it wasn't until I threatened to break his wrist that he'd left. The one time Booth didn't show up on my date, I really could have used it.

Sweets had decided that this was the week to pick at mine and Booth's relationship. Having us come in separate and then together asking questions about our childhood and our relationship with each other, the lab, and romantic relationships. Normally I wouldn't have minded Sweet's efforts, being amused that he believes these questions through psychology will offer any insight. But this week he kept threatening to separate us if we didn't cooperate, and everything else that had happened this week it wasn't helping.

The case its self was bad enough. A father had murdered his fourteen-year-old daughter because she'd decided that marching band would be a better use of her time rather than the cheer leading squad. He's reasoning was that she was always disappointing him doing these intelligent things, music, debate, that she wanted to be an independent and self assured woman, and as far as he was concerned that was unacceptable for a women.

He'd been extremely unpleasant and rude to me because I am an intelligent, successful, self-assured women. He kept telling me that I was an abomination to all women trying to be more than my gender allowed. Booth wanted me to keep going into the field with him but I gave up for this case, it wasn't worth my time and effort to deal with this chauvinistic bastard. Although I did go to arrest him probably the only up point in the week.

My computer crashed and the IT department couldn't figure out why. My most recent article to be published had been severely truncated for some reason that the journal couldn't explain. Which meant I'd reached hundreds of emails asking how I'd reached my conclusions, flooding my email inbox. Which I could only access on my phone. Not conducive to answering hundreds of emails. Booth and I had fought over numerous different things in a bad way since nothing was ever resolved.

I was sitting on my couch now looking at the mountain of paperwork that needed to be completed for this case. The lab was empty and for some reason that was bothering me, which didn't normally but today it was. I leaned forward resting my head in my hands closing my eyes, trying to wish away this week, the paper work, and everything else that was bothering me.

I don't know how long I sat there but I felt sofa depress as someone sat beside me. They were quiet as they leaned back on the couch and set something down on the table. There was only one person that I could be. "Booth."

"Hey Bones." He said softly, I leaned back against the couch my eyes still closed. I felt his arm come around behind me and I rested my head on his shoulder. We sat in silence for a few more minutes before he spoke, "I brought you a cup of coffee." He leaned forward slightly, picked up the cup, and passed it to me. I opened my eyes and accepted the cup allowing him to lean forward and pick up his cup.

We just sat and drank the coffee in silence. The comfort and normalcy of the situation was exactly what I needed. By just sitting here with me, he was offering his time and well being to make sure that I was ok despite the fact that he'd probably had a terrible week as well.

I finished the coffee and he took both cups and set them down on table before squeezing my shoulder and turning to me. "Come on Bones let's get you home, it's been a terrible week. You need some sleep, all this will be here in the morning."

I started to protest but he just shook his head and stood retrieving my jacket form the coat tree. "No arguments Bones we've had enough of that this week. You're exhausted, let's go." He waved my coat at me.

"Fine," I sighed, there was no use fighting him. I stood and walked over to him, allowing him to slide the coat up my arms.

He spun round, "Thatta girl Bones" and pick up my bag throwing it over his shoulder and then ushered me out of the office hitting the lights on his way out.

As we walked out, he threw his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist steadying myself, "Thanks Booth."

"Hey, anytime I'm always here for you Bones." He said smiling at me as he opened the car door for me. I looked up at his smiling face and realized that I don't know what I would do without this affable, caring, courageous, loving man that knew that the one thing I needed at the end of this terrible week was some silence with a friend, and a cup of coffee.

I've been watching season four all day and it's been fabulous. I really enjoy it. Also you should definitely watch the extended version of Doctor in the Den which has the missing Booth and Brennan scenes tacked on at the end and it is down right hilarious.

Any way tell me what you thought. And I'll see you on Friday at Sublimated Attraction, and possibly another chapter of Why this Time later this week.

Babyrose