A/N: I updated just because of all you nice people and the wonderful reviews. I hope you enjoy.
Let me tell you, if the show Bones were mine, than I'd be eating more than crackers and water for dinner.
Chapter 4:
"Oh God, I'm becoming as cold as you guys! Can we please go back now! I need some food and sleep so I can be normal again." Angela pouted.
"Fine, but tomorrow – "
"Yes, yes... more bones and answers..." Angela interrupted.
"Thank you Ang," Brennan sighed, turning towards the door again.
"Hey, what are best friends for?"
They all piled into Booth's SUV with Booth and Brennan in the front and the squints in the backseat, squished together.
"This is the last time I get bitch seat just for having the smallest ass." Angela whined while glaring at Hodgins for coming up with the idea.
"I'm not sure if you have the smallest ass, Angela, I mean I am rather slender and my hips and ass are on the small side." Zach said logically.
Angela turned to glare at him next. "Are you saying I have a huge ass Addy?"
Zach pressed himself as close to the window and away from Angela as he could get; fear evident in his face and voice. "No, Angela!"
Hodgins snickered at his co-workers.
"What's so funny, Hodgins? Did you want to sleep on the floor with Zach tonight!"
"Jeez, Ang! Cool off already, we'll get you some food and some sleep so you can stop freaking out." Hodgins defended.
"You think I'm freaking out!" Angela almost went into unhearable yells, but Booth and Brennan blocked them out and discussed the case on the way to the hotel.
"If these bodies weren't found in pairs with in the same state I would think that these murders weren't related at all. Each pair of victims is approximately the same age, but is that the only similarity?"
"We won't know until tomorrow, I guess." Booth shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
"If only I could go back to the lab and analyze those bones some more. We might have more information to go off of for tomorrow."
"Do you really think Angela is going to let you near that lab anytime tonight?" Booth asked her.
Brennan glanced back at the fuming Angela, who now had plenty of room because both men were pressed to the windows for dear life. Chuckling, Brennan shook her head.
"Let's call it a night, Booth"
"Yes, let's."
When they finally got back to the hotel they first checked to see if there were any rooms that emptied up, but the lady at the front desk informed them otherwise, much to their disappointment.
Angela got the first shower while the rest of them decided on what to order for dinner, because they all wanted to stay in for a shower and a hot meal instead of venturing out into the SUV again.
"Let's get pizza!" Zach suggested.
"No, no, Chinese!" Hodgins countered.
"But I want pizza!" Zach argued.
"CHINESE!" A yell came from the shower.
Hodgins grinned from ear to ear.
"Chinese it is, then."
Booth and Brennan shrugged while Brennan began to page through the phone book for a place and Booth reached for the phone.
By the time the food got there, Brennan, Booth, and Hodgins had gone through their turns in the shower and they were all piled onto the two beds stuffing their faces while Booth flipped through TV channels until he got to cartoon network.
"Are we seriously going to watch cartoons, Booth?" Brennan whined.
"They're addictive and fun!" Booth defended. "Ever since Parker has been getting into this Sponge Bob cartoon, I can't seem to not watch it when he's away."
Brennan smirked at him, "you like cartoons."
"Well, yes! It's nice to watch something mindless and quarky occasionally."
"Why not engage your mind in a puzzle or a book?"
"Because that isn't mindless and sometime your brain needs a break."
"Mine doesn't." Brennan frowned as if pondering Booth's argument.
He just shook his head and went back to watching his cartoons and eating his rice. An hour later and everyone was finished eating and ready to crash. Brennan began to tug a blanket off the bed she slept on the night before and make herself a bed on the floor on the opposite side of the room from Zach.
"What are you doing, Bones?"
"Making my bed?" She never paused while she talked.
"You can't sleep on the floor, Bones."
"Why not?"
"Because women don't sleep on the floor." Booth said simply.
"I beg to differ seeing as how I am about to."
"Bones... please just take the other side of this bed?"
She glared at him wanting to tell him the reason why she couldn't sleep on that bed was because she couldn't trust her body near his, but Hodgins, Angela, and Zach were watching them talk back and forth as if it were a tennis match and now she was losing, because all eyes were on her.
Pouting she resigned herself to the very edge of the bed that Booth slept in also.
It must have been a few hours into the night when Brennan finally gave up on sleeping. She couldn't stop thinking about those girls and women who were raped and murdered. They deserved justice and she was supposed to be the one to help give them that, except she was laying in a bed with her partner trying her damnedest to sleep, but failing miserably. She rolled over for the billionth time that night when she heard a deep sigh come from her partner's side of the bed.
"What's wrong, Bones?" He asked tiredly.
She bit her lip, now feeling guilty for waking him up.
"I'm sorry I woke you Booth, I didn't mean to."
"I've been awake this whole time so don't worry about it."
"You have?" She rolled to face him and he rolled to face her.
"What's on your mind?" He tried again.
She frowned and began to play with the fringe of the blanket they shared, all of a sudden to embarrassed to tell him for some reason.
"You're thinking about those girls aren't you." He said.
Brennan nodded, "it's just that I know they died horribly and I can't help but think that we're wasting time at finding them and their families a peace of mind."
Booth reached out a hand and rested it on her upper arm and left it there. He rubbed his thumb gently with the cotton material of the t-shirt she wore to bed that night.
"We will find who did this, Bones, but in order to do that we need rest so our minds can stay sharp while we are awake and working." He reasoned with her softly.
Speechless, she nodded again. She knew he was right. She needed her rest and so did he. Brennan breathed in deeply and released a portion of the anxiety she was feeling and closed her eyes. When a minute passed and she still wasn't asleep she impatiently opened her eyes to find Booth grinning at her.
"What? I tried!"
"Yeah, for like a minute." He pulled her into his arms before she could object and rested his chin on her head while she unconsciously rubbed her face into his shoulder to get comfortable. Slowly her arms began to cave in and they rested gently on his covered chest. He inhaled the sweet smell of apples that was undoubtedly from her shampoo and that smell that was totally Tempe that always made him weak in the knees. Little did he know that she was doing the same thing. She couldn't help but smell the aroma of man that was coming off his body by the gallons. Her insides quivered and she snuggled even closer to his body.
She needed this right now; she needed him.
And he needed her.
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