half way, yay!

-bones-

50. Spike

The shrill ringing of his cell combined with it's vibrations against the nightstand awoke him. Groaning, he untangled himself from his wife, blindly reaching for his phone.

"Booth."

"Christine?"

"Okay, I'm coming to get you, do not leave Michael's side, okay?"

Climbing from the bed he struggled into some sweatpants, a t-shirt and a pair of shoes that somehow his sleep-hazed brain had managed to match.

"Booth, where are you going?"

Brennan was sitting up in bed, hair mused, rubbing tiredly at her eyes, watching as he moved around the room.

"Christine called, the most I managed to get out of her was spiked punch. She doesn't feel well so I'm gunna go pick up her and Michael."

"I'll call Angela."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

He exited the room and she heard him collect his keys from beside the front door. He appeared back in the doorway, stepping over to the bed to plant a kiss on her lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." She called as he flew back out the door, pushing the covers away she grabbed her cell, calling Angela and heading towards the kitchen, setting out two glasses of water and four Tylenol before returning to the warmth of their bed.

It was half an hour later when Booth returned, Christine tucked under an arm, Michael trailing behind them. They worked together, encouraging both sixteen year olds to take the Tylenol before they stumbled down the hallway to Christine's room, both already half asleep. Booth and Brennan returned to their bed, him pulling her against him, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"She's going to be insufferable with a hangover if she's anything like you."

"You're not the happiest when hungover either, Bones. I'm more concerned about Michael though, Jack and Angela—"

"Oh, God."

"Exactly."