Dr. Temperance Brennan was as usual looking over a partially intact skeleton, too busy to notice that a certain Agent Booth was leaning against the wall watching her.
Brennan's eyes were blinking rapidly. Temp realized this as a sign of sleep deprivation, and also considering she hadn't had a good nights sleep in a week.
Putting down her tools, and laying a blue cover over the bones, she made a move for the door when she saw Booth leaning against the wall still watching her. With a look of what? 'Longing' 'desire'. Naw of course not Temp thought to herself not noticing how she still stood staring at Booth with her jaw practically on the floor.
"You look surprised, Temp." Booth stated, straitening himself from the wall.
Brennan was finally brought out of her shocked state by Booths voice, and that he had called her Temp instead of his usual Bones.
"What are you doing here, Booth?" Brennan asked, her tone mild, and forthcoming. Even though her whole body flowed with emotion. It had been this way for the last week, and if she let herself admit it the reason she wasn't sleeping.Every time she saw him, she felt a little weaker in the knees, but always discredited it as a lack of sleep or anything but that she had feeling for the handsome FBI agent.
Booth didn't respond vocally to her, but instead walked slowly and carefully over to her. Now standing well within her personal space he said, "I came here for you." his voice was deep and sexual, sending a shiver of desire throughout her whole body in response.
R&R.