Chapter 21

Friday Afternoon at 2 p.m.

Temperance sat up in her hospital bed. She hadn't seen Booth since Tuesday morning and she knew that his threat of an immediate transfer had come true. Another FBI Agent had come and taken her statement. He told her that Mantelli had been released from the hospital and was now in custody.

Angela had just left and Jack and Zach had stopped by earlier. All three of them hadn't heard from Booth since Tuesday either. Brennan had this strange feeling that she should be nervous about him but her common sense told her that he was a perfectly capable FBI Agent and that he could take care of himself. She just wished he would come by and talk to her.

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FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom. He hadn't put the paperwork in for a transfer. He'd been too busy drinking. Finally, yesterday he had exhausted all his beer supply and slept until a few hours ago. The agent had woken up with a pounding hangover and a pigsty of an apartment.

Booth cleaned up the place and hopped in the shower. Now in front of the mirror he shaved his three days growth off his face. He had two hours until Rebecca dropped Parker off. The phone rang and he left the bathroom with shaving cream still on one side of his face.

"Hello." The FBI Agent answered gruffly.

"Booth, what is going on?" It was Cullen.

"Sir, I put in to have off until Monday." He answered, straightening up slightly.

"I know but I hear that you wanted to put in for an immediate transfer. What on Earth are you thinking? After all you worked for to get the gig at the Jeffersonian, you want to leave?" Cullen demanded.

"Sir, I…" Booth paused. "I had some time to think about it and… Who told you?" The jumble of sentences came out.

"I got a call from Angela Montenegro telling me that Dr. Brennan had been shot and she wondered where you've been, because she hasn't seen you since Tuesday. I told her that you requested days off and she didn't sound happy. Then I talked to Johnson and find out Dr. Brennan asked him about a transfer you put in for. What the hell are you doing?" His boss asked.

"I have some stuff to work out. I promise, I'll explain on Monday. Goodbye Sir." Booth said and he hung up. Quickly, he put the phone back in the cradle and raced back to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he emerged clean shaven and grabbed his coat. He had to do something. Hopefully before it was too late.

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"You have another week here and then you can go home." Dr. Williams told Dr. Brennan.

"Well my apartment is a crime scene anyway." She sighed.
"I talked to Agent Johnson. He says it'll be cleared before you are released." He said. Brennan smiled weakly and watched the doctor leave. She laid her head back ion her pillow and stared up at the ceiling tiles. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Brennan said. The door opened hesitantly and she didn't look away from the ceiling.

"We need to talk." A familiar voice said. Immediately, Temperance looked at the person who stood just inside the doorway.

"I thought you had put in for an immediate transfer." Her words were cold. Silence came from Agent Booth.

"Well that's fine with me. Everything will go back the way it was before the FBI squeezed its way into the Jeffersonian." More cold words.

"Temperance, I can't see you hurt. I spend the last two days trying to drink you away. I couldn't. You could have died. I promised I'd never hurt you and it's too late. I just wanted to apologize." Booth's words slowly sank in. Brennan just glared at him and the FBI Agent turned to leave the room. Knowing she couldn't get out of bed she called after him,

"Booth, wait!"

To Be Continued…

I know it was short but i promise the next chapter will be longer. I think that there may only be one or two chapters left.