Chapter 11
Friday Afternoon around 4 p.m.
"Bones, you've looked over the crime scene for days now. The FBI team didn't find anything. Your team didn't find anything. Why are we here again? We still have ten suspects to talk to." Booth complained.
"Listen, I know you have to get home for Parker and there are other suspects to interrogate, if you want to go, you can." Brennan said a hint of annoyance in her voice as she continued to search the ground in her crouched position.
"I can't leave you here. Temperance…" The FBI Agent stopped after uttering her name.
"This case is getting to you isn't it?" The question came barely above a whisper. Brennan stopped what she was doing and slowly turned her head to look up at him. His brown eyes had a concerned look to them and his usual smile seemed to be strained. She took a deep breath, let it out, and stood up.
"I'm thinking perfectly logically. Just because they recently discovered my mother's body doesn't mean I can't stay objective." Booth could tell she was lying.
"It's just me and you out here, Temperance. You don't have to put on your logical air with me. I understand it's difficult but I want you to open up to me." He said.
"Booth, I don't have time to open up. Someone somewhere is missing a mother, a wife, or a daughter and no one seems to be looking but me. This is my job! I have to get the bones to talk to me and tell me who the killer is. I'm the only one who can find the killer! I'm the only one who cares that my mother is dead!" By now, Brennan was shouting. The last words that escaped her lips didn't sink in until it was too late to retract them. Booth could see that she wanted to cry but the walls she had built wouldn't let her.
Before he could say anything, the forensic anthropologist turned and ran to her car. She hopped behind the wheel and stuck the key into the ignition. Booth ran to stop her.
"Temperance, don't! Please stop!" She ignored him and sped off, leaving him alone at the crime scene. Damn it! He cursed at himself. Quickly, he hopped into his black SUV and sped off in the direction Brennan had.
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Later that night, Booth sat on his couch. Parker had gone to bed and the FBI Agent and father held a beer in his hands. He kept replaying the discussion in his head. He'd been trying to get a hold of Brennan but the doctor wasn't answering her cell phone, apartment phone, or office phone. I'm such an idiot! I wanted her to open up and now all I did was to get her to yell and be upset. Booth thought. He picked himself up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He wanted to go to her apartment but he couldn't leave Parker alone, so he grabbed another beer and went to sit back down on the couch.
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Dr. Temperance Brennan sat on her sofa with her laptop in front of her. The story she had been working on remained on chapter one, paragraph one, sentence one. She had the sudden urge to pick up the portable computer and hurl it against the wall when there was a knock on her door. Rolling her eyes, Brennan put the laptop on the cushion next to her and walked to the door.
"Booth, I don't want to talk about it!" She shouted opening the door.
"Expecting someone else?" Angela asked. Brennan blushed and let her friend into the apartment.
"Why are you here?" She asked, rather snippily, changing the subject.
"There's no need to get a tone. I thought you could use someone to talk to. Besides, the pizza will be here soon." Angela answered.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not in the mood for company." Brennan apologized.
"Listen, hon, you need to talk to someone. Lately, every time we talk you get snappy and now you're calling me Booth. I'm getting worried." The artist said. Brennan sighed.
"Come on. Tell me everything." Angela pleaded. The two sat down on the sofa.
"We had just closed the missing senator case and I was sitting in my office late." Brennan started.
"What happened?" Angela prodded after a few moments of silence.
"Booth came by and we… we…"
"Dear God in your office?" The artist's face lit up.
"All we did was kiss but it was the most amazing kiss I've ever experienced. I just…" Brennan corrected her.
"You're just worried that because you work together things are going to get weird." Angela finished, hitting the nail on the head.
"My career is important but I've never felt this way and I'm not sure what I should do. If things were to fall apart, I'm not sure we could work together without getting on each other's nerves." Temperance told her.
"You guys already get on each other's nerves. You have to give it a try. There's a good chance that you'll be missing out on something incredible, if you don't." The artist said.
"I've probably already screwed things up, after today." Brennan sighed. At that moment, there was a knock on the door and Angela quickly got up to answer it. The pizza boy handed her the box and she handed him the money.
"Tell me everything, sweetie." Angela said as she sat down.
To Be Continued…