AN: YAY! More. This is probably the fastest I've ever updated a story consecutively. As a note, these are not betaed, so all mistakes are mine and my own.
Chapter five: Body in the Sun
Booth stood in the torrent of cold water. Damn, it was cold. He shivered slightly. After twenty minutes, the shower was finally starting to take effect. He sighed and leaned his head against the smooth wall.
I really need to go after her…
Damn skippy.
Damn skippy? I did not just think 'damn skippy.'
Booth turned off the shower and stepped out. He quickly toweled off and pulled his black swim trunks back on. He grabbed a blue tank top and put it on. He stared out the door that Bones had run out.
"Damn skippy…" he muttered, and headed out the door.
BONES
Bones ran hard, her bare feet digging into the soft white sand. She turned and looked back. She was a good distance from the condo, but still on the private beach. The sun was nearing the horizon, preparing to set for the night.
She flopped onto the sand and stared up at the darkening sky. She fingered Booth's shirt and shut her eyes.
Good God, that man had a body.
Oh yes he does, sweetie. You shouldn't have run.
"I had no choice…" she opened her eyes. She was amazed at how tired she was. She hadn't done much today.
"Going…to have to ask Booth…if it's normal to be tired…on…" her eyes slid close and her breathing evened out.
Her fist clenched the dark red shirt.
BONES
Booth knelt in the sand next to her footprints. They were deep, she had run hard, panicked. He touched one gently and stood up. He set off at a brisk walk, going alongside her footprints.
He glanced up at the setting sun. The ocean was a dark orange, almost a blood red color. The sky was streaked with purple and blue, darkening to the true black of night.
He had maybe ten minutes of decent light left. He picked up the pace.
Good Lord, how far did she run?
She was panicked, she ran as far as she could to get away from you.
Thanks…
He burst into a light job, enjoying the feel of the soft sand beneath his feet. He rounded a corner and his heart stopped.
There was a body on the beach.
BONES
Booth ran forward. He recognized her the moment the blaze of orange light from the setting sun hit her.
"Bones!'
SHIT! She hates me! She killed herself!
Ease down Romeo, I don't think she'd kill herself, this isn't some twisted Shakespeare fanfiction.
I don't know what that means! But shut up…
Booth hit his knees next to her and flipped her over.
The next second he was on his ass, staring up at her.
BONES
Bones stared down at Booth. Her was breathing hard. "What the hell was that?"
"You're alive."
"Apparently. Now, what is this about?"
Booth could have screamed with joy. She hadn't killed herself!
Told ya so…
He slowly stood up and rubbed his neck. She had used some crazy karate ass kicking move to up end him.
"I…thought you died," he muttered with a shrug. Bones just stared at him.
The sun was swallowed by the sea.
BONES
"I think it's time for dinner."
"At Jaspar's bar?"
Booth rolled his eyes at the mention of that crazy black guy. "Yeah. Oh joy."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Bones, he's magic."
"Magic?"
"He always appears at the most…inopportune moments."
Bones just arched her eyebrow and they continued to walk back to their condo.
"Let me change shirts and-"
"Just wear it…hold on." They stopped and Booth unbuttoned the bottom few buttons and tied the sides quickly. The new look showed off her taught stomach and those itty bitty shorts.
"I know you did NOT buy those shorts on your own."
"Angela gave them to me a few years ago."
Booth nodded. He figured Bones must have had to dig really deep in her closet to find any of the clothing he had seen her wear on this trip. The short denim skirt on the airplane, that wonderful little bikini number; they were not things that Bones normally wore. He wouldn't be surprised if Angela had given her a lot of the stuff.
"Here we are," he held the door to Jaspar's bar open for her. They walked in and were greeted by loud Caribbean music and the smell of fish. They walked up to the bar.
"Hey, Seeley, Tempe, lobster and a seabreeze?"
Bones nodded as he handed her a tray with said items on it.
"Lobster and MGD for you, Seeley."
"Hey, cool. Thanks." Booth threw a glare at Jaspar as he and Bones headed for a booth. He just didn't trust the man.
Bones was already cracking open her lobster and sucking out the insides.
"Bones, that's gross," Booth said as he took his seat across from her. She just shrugged and continued to do it. Booth poked the lobster as if to make sure it wasn't going to move.
"It's dead Booth, eat it."
"Yeah yeah…"
After a few minutes of silence, the band started playing another song. A black woman walked up to Booth.
"Hello, white man from abroad. Dance with 'e?"
"Sure, why not?" Booth stood up and joined the tall black woman on the dance floor.
BONES
Bones glanced up as he left with the black woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. She watched as they danced together. Her stomach tightened and she looked down.
It wasn't fair.
Jeez, what a bastard. Just leaves you here.
It doesn't matter.
Don't lie to yourself. He saw you naked and now he just forgets about you.
Shut up, please. I don't want to listen to you right now…
Bones downed the rest of her drink and leaned back in the chair. She fingered the dark red shirt again…his shirt.
She was so stupid. She stood up, paid for her meal, and left.
BONES
Booth looked over the black woman's head. Her name was Pat, short for Patience, and she was beautiful. He frowned. Bones wasn't in their seat. He twirled Pat around and saw the door shut and Bones walk out.
Damn, what did I do?
You're dancing with another woman, you idiot. You deserted Bones.
BONES
Bones dropped onto the couch. She pulled the thin blanket around her and closed her eyes.
Booth was above her, in a modified push-up position. His groin resting against hers. She was naked, staring into his eyes with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The floor was cold against her back, but she was so hot…
Bones sat up. She covered her eyes with her hands. "God…"
She looked up when she heard the door open. She quickly dropped onto her stomach and pretended to sleep.
"Bones?" Booth's voice carried softly. She didn't stir. He watched her for a few minutes, wondering why she had run again.
He hoped tomorrow would be a better day.
AN: thanks for the reviews guys. I hope my other story is as well received.