Alright, so I said it was going to be a one-shot deal (though I didn't say that outright). But the ending didn't seem right and everyone agreed with that observation. And I really am grateful for the response to this story, so I decided, I'll try. But I have no idea what I'm going to write and this is just going to give itself a life, so I hope it will meet your expectations.
Disclaimer: I can say it once or I can say it a billion times, it doesn't change the fact that I am only borrowing these characters…unfortunately.
Hiding the Evidence Part 2
Booth was pacing outside the entrance to the Jeffersonian. He glanced towards the lobby which he had exited from a couple of minutes ago, frowning when no one came through it. Of course, Booth, not the one to jump to conclusions, was worried. Hodgins had given him strict instructions, which on any other day he wouldn't have heeded, to wait there for Brennan.
But Brennan wasn't there. And he'd been waiting for five minutes. With one final glance to the lobby and then out to his previous destination- his car, Booth decided it was time to take action.
Shoving the front doors open, Booth quickened his pace and briskly walked by the security desk. He flashed his FBI ID to the security guard before attempting to clip it onto his shirt. Unfortunately, the clip had somehow come off in his pocket when he stuffed it in there earlier.
Booth was so focused on reattaching the clip he didn't see a shorter, brown-haired woman smile nervously at him. He didn't see her stop in the middle of the corridor. He didn't se her confusion as he kept on his path which happened to be straight into her. And he definitely did not see how he was about to run into her until the last moment.
Caught off-guard, he ran into her. She put her hands up in defense, prepared to steady herself. Instead, she managed to be thrown back from the sheer force of the collision, but was caught as his arms circled around her. Her hands, still up in defense, lay on his chest. She could feel his quicken heartbeat.
"Booth…" she failed to get his attention.
"Hey, Booth!" she tried again, softly hitting his cheek and keeping that hand where their skin had made contact.
"Huh? Oh, Bones," she could feel his grip tighten slightly as he recognized her. "Are you alright?"
"What?" she asked, confused, "Why wouldn't I be alright?"
"Hodgins said you would be down here a while ago and you didn't come," Booth explained. "I thought that maybe, I dunno, that guy with the voodoo, what if…"
Brennan's eyes softened and she smiled. She let her finger lightly brush his cheek before she rested it on his shoulder.
"Booth, all that magic, it's not real."
"Prove it."
Brennan opened her mouth and closed it, no sound coming out. Booth raised his eyebrows with a knowing look.
"Well, you can't prove it does exist!" she defended.
"Bones, you could say the same about anything you can't see. Like…like religion and emotions! You can't see God, or happiness, or sadness, or…love, but it exists."
"Booth, it's just not logical."
"Can you honestly tell me you don't believe in love?"
Brennan sighed and shied from Booth's intense gaze to his arms that were still around her, refusing to let go.
"Booth…how did you get my mother's earring?"
Now it was Booth's turn to look off in another direction in embarassment. "You're a smart woman, Bones. I think you already know."
Brennan gasped, still hesitant to believe he would do that for her and what it would mean. "Why would you do that, Booth? You could have gotten in trouble. You could have lost your job and then who would be my part-"
"Who would be your what?" Booth smiled smugly.
"Booth, why? Why risk it?" she asked, diverting the conversation.
Booth stared into her questioning eyes. "Do you really want to know?"
Brennan nodded.
The FBI Agent pulled his forensic anthropologist close to him, fully hugging her. With his head buried into her hair, he told her exactly what she fearfully wanted to hear.
"Because of you. You are worth that risk. All those things you can't prove, well, I feel them. For you. Bones, I…I think I'm in love with you."
Bones inhaled a sharp breath of air and stiffened. She bit her lip and stared down at Booth's arm again.
"It's now or never," Booth heard Brennan whisper to herself.
The forensic anthropologist looked up at her partner and smiled nervously before standing on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was an innocent kiss; sweet and pure, full of love.
"Booth, I think I may have to reconsider my doubts about believing in magic."
FIN
Again, my ending sucked. Though this time, it was because of words, not unfinished ends. I just couldn't imagine Booth telling her he loves her, it didn't seem right. Like, why would he take that risk, just because she came to him and was worried about their partnership? I think not. But then I did realize that if she really did want to get away from that hug, she could have, and Booth would not have stopped her. Fan stories always bug me when its not OC and I fear I may have just written one…I really hope I didn't. Well, I hope you enjoyed it. There isn't anymore.
