Thanks for reading my story. The reviews have been very nice.
I don't own Bones.
I do own Boots.
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This next morning, Booth woke earlier than the rest of his family. It was 4:47 a.m. and his legs were really hurting him. Getting up as quietly as possible, Booth put on his jogging shorts and left his bedroom. Walking out of the bedroom doorway, Booth saw Boots run into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake up Brennan, Booth walked into the kitchen, picked up Boots' box of cat food and shook the box. Boots, hearing his favorite sound in the kitchen, ran out of the bedroom and ran into the kitchen. Booth, smiling, filled Boots' food bowl with Boot's favorite cat food and then walked back into the living room and over to his and Brennan's bedroom door. Sticking his head through the doorway, Booth saw that Brennan was still asleep. Closing the bedroom door, Booth went back into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. Sitting on the barstool next to the island, Booth watched Boots eat and waited for his coffee to finish brewing. Once the coffee was made, he poured a cup of coffee in to a travel mug and walked out onto the back deck.
Boots seeing Booth walk out of the back doorway, ran across the kitchen and out of the doorway before Booth could close the glass door.
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Sitting on one of the chairs on the deck, Booth tried to relax and drink his coffee. Boots, smelling coffee, jumped on Booth's lap and nudged Booth's mug.
Shaking his head, Booth leaned down and poured a little coffee on to the deck floor. Boots, seeing something he wanted, jumped from Booth's lap and down on to the floor. Walking over to the coffee, Boots sat over the coffee and started to lap it up. Booth, seeing Boots drinking the coffee, shook his head and drank some of the brew from his travel mug.
Looking at Boots, Booth said, "You're a weird cat, Boots."
Enjoying the quiet, Booth leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.
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Booth has been asleep for about twenty minutes when he awoke. Hearing foot steps walking up the back steps, Booth watched the top of the stairs to see who was visiting so early in the morning.
Walking to the top of the steps, Deputy Pete Miller smiled and said, "I was walking across the lawn and I saw the kitchen light on. I thought I'd come up and see if anyone wanted to go fishing with me."
Boots, seeing Pete, slunk his body close to the floor and ran around behind Booth's chair. Lashing his tail, Boots growled to let Pete know his displeasure.
Looking down to see what Boots was fussing about, Booth said, "No thanks. The kids are still asleep and I don't fish."
Nodding his head, Pete leaned against the railing and said, "Those are some nasty bruises you have on those legs of yours."
Looking down at his legs and then back up at Pete, Booth said, "I tripped."
Smiling, Pete said, "What about the black eye?"
Frowning, Booth put his right hand to his eye and said, "What black eye?"
Frowning, Pete said, "It's the left eye."
Feeling the area around his left eye, Booth felt a little tenderness, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Same accident I guess."
Concerned, Pete said, "You know, I'm a Sheriff's Deputy. If you're having problems with someone you can tell me. I can help you."
Shaking his head, Booth said, "I tripped yesterday afternoon going down the stairs. I don't have a problem."
Sighing, Pete said, "Ok, man. I won't push. I'm just letting you know that if you need help then you don't have anything to be ashamed of."
Confused, Booth shook his head and said, "Unless you have a cure for clumsiness; then, I'm not sure what you can do for me."
Nodding his head, Pete said, "I'll be down by the river all day. I'll swing by on the way home to check on you and your family."
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth said, "Thanks; but, it isn't necessary."
Smiling, Pete turned and walked back down the steps. When he reached the ground below, Pete called back up to Booth, "I'll check on you this afternoon."
Shaking his head, Booth reached down and picked up Boots. Putting him on his lap, Booth stroked Boots' back and said, "That is one weird deputy."
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Brennan, rolling over onto her left side, realized that Booth wasn't lying next to her. Sitting up, Brennan looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 05:49 a.m. Thinking she smelled coffee, Brennan got out of bed, put on her robe and left the bedroom. Walking into the kitchen, she saw the coffee maker on and a half filled carafe of coffee. Walking to the glass doorway, Brennan saw Booth sitting on a chair on the deck, petting Boots who was lying on Booth's lap.
Opening the glass door, Brennan walked over to where Booth was sitting and sat down on the chair next to his. Leaning over Brennan stroked Boots' back.
Looking at Booth, Brennan asked, "What are doing up so early?"
Smiling, Booth said, "I wasn't tired and got up."
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Is your back hurting you?"
Shaking his head, Booth said, "I can truthfully say the answer to that question is no. My back is fine."
Looking at Booth's face a little closer, Brennan said, "Your left eye has a bruise under it."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Christine probably hit me when I fell with her yesterday. It's ok."
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "Perhaps we should refuse any future offers from Angela about the use of this cabin. We seem to attract misfortune when we come here."
Shocked, Booth asked, "Since when do you believe in bad luck?"
Adamantly shaking her head, Brennan said, "I don't believe in luck, good or bad. I was merely pointing out that peculiar things seem to happen whenever we are here."
Frowning, Booth said, "Sugar coat it all you like, you just said that this place is bad luck for us."
Refusing to answer Booth's outrageous statement, Brennan leaned over, took Booth's coffee cup from his hand and took a sip.
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Brennan is starting to realize that staying at home might be safer for their health.
I've had a few PM's from people who are angry at Pete Miller. There is a hidden story in this story and you will find out what it is next chapter. All may not be as straight forward as it appears. Mendenbar says she expects that from my stories so I'm glad some of you are used to my writing style.
