Bones-"I Missed You" Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Still don't own them…but oh, how I wish!
Temperance Brennan's apartment, 10:30 pm
"Come on Booth, help me out here," Brennan huffed as she pulled and pushed Booth to the door of her apartment. 'Thank goodness this building has an elevator,' she thought. She managed to unlock the door and get Booth inside. "Just let me lock the door Booth…"
"Bones, Bones, fa-Bones, banana fana fa-Bones…Bones!" Booth shouted and laughed. Brennan groaned as he ended his third rendition of the ridiculous rhyming song.
"Come on, just a few more steps to the couch….and here we go!" Booth sat heavily on the couch and grabbed the lapels of Brennan's jacket, pulling her so close that their faces were just inches from each other.
"Bones…Temperance," he whispered.
"Let go, Booth. I need to get you a pillow and blanket." She extricated herself from his grasp. 'Too close…that was too close,' she thought.
Suddenly she felt a tug on her arm and she fell across Booth's lap onto the couch. Booth moved over her quickly. "Temperance, you remember a couple of weeks ago when I teased you about missing me?" he questioned quietly.
Brennan let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Her pulse was racing and she couldn't collect her thoughts. She was on her back, on her couch, her legs lying across Booth's lap and he was hovering above her, his breath warm on her face and neck.
Booth didn't wait for her response. His eyes were glazed over and his grin crooked. "I teased you, Temperance, but the truth is, I missed you."
Her eyes widened at his confession. Before she could process what he had just told her, she felt his lips on hers. Brennan surprised herself when she didn't resist him but allowed him to continue. His lips left hers as he turned his attention to her neck.
"Temperance…," he whispered as he continued his journey.
"Booth," Brennan whispered as she finally found her voice. "We can't…" she stopped when she heard a faint snore escape him.
"Booth." She tried to shake him awake. "Booth." Brennan wriggled from his grasp and off his lap. "I'm glad someone will be able to sleep tonight," she mumbled. "What the hell is wrong with me? I let him kiss me!"
Brennan shook her head in a vain attempt to erase the image of what had happened. 'He's drunk, he didn't mean it and he won't remember it,' she told herself.
'Yeah, but you will,' replied a voice that sounded distinctly like Angela.
Silently damning Booth, Brennan removed his shoes and placed a blanket over his sleeping form. She shuffled off to her bedroom, knowing that sleep would not come easy that night.
Temperance Brennan's apartment, 7 am
Booth tried to move but found that his body hurt and was stiff. His eyes fluttered open and he discovered that his head hurt worse than anything. He slowly sat up and realized that he was not in his apartment. After blinking several times and allowing his eyes to adjust, Booth realized it was Brennan's apartment. 'Numerous books, no television…how the hell can you live without a television?' his train of thought veered off course for a moment. 'Wait, how'd I get here?'
He stood and quickly regretted the movement. He slowly walked around the couch and headed for the hallway. He stopped and debated which door led to the bathroom and which led to Bones' bedroom. Booth braced himself, and his aching head, for a lecture if he walked into her bedroom. He placed his hand on the doorknob of the door nearest him and then paused.
'What if she's in the shower?' Booth's head was suddenly filled with images of a wet, naked Bones, quickly followed by an image of her fist connecting with his jaw.
Booth covered his eyes and loudly announced his presence. "Okay, Bones, I don't know where your bathroom is…" He slowly opened the door and waited for her to reprimand him. When he didn't hear anything, he uncovered his eyes and found that he had made the right choice. "Gut instinct, baby," he murmured to himself.
He glanced at the mirror of the medicine cabinet and noticed a piece of paper taped to it. Booth removed the note and quickly read through it, noting that Bones had a nice script for someone with the title of doctor.
Booth
There's aspirin in the medicine cabinet. Help yourself to coffee in the kitchen. You can return my spare key to me later. Your car and keys are at the restaurant.
Brennan
Booth looked at himself in the mirror, noticing his bloodshot eyes, mussed hair and morning growth on his face. A part of him was relieved that Bones had already left for work. He couldn't remember anything from last night but he desperately hoped that he had not embarrassed himself in front of her. Worse, he hoped that he had not inadvertently said anything to hurt or upset her. 'Is that why she's not here? Did I do something stupid last night?'
He quickly shook that thought from his head, glancing at his watch and noticing the time. 'She's a workaholic…she's probably at work this early every morning.'
Booth doused his face with cold water and pulled the bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet, quickly downing a few tablets. He had decided to take the week off from work to spend time with Parker. The images of the remains of the dead children entered his mind, causing him to cringe. Time with his son was what he needed, time to decompress and enjoy the living.
He briefly wondered how Bones decompressed after a tough case like this last one. Booth knew that she had an uncanny ability to detach her emotions and stick to the facts on a case, but he also knew that sooner or later, the emotions had to catch up to her. He vowed to check on her when he returned her key after his week with Parker.