CHAPTER TWO
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Hours passed and the elevator was still completely dark. Temperance was still sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her eyes were closed and she didn't se the way Booth looked at her through the thick darkness.
"Booth?" her voice was just above a whisper. "Booth?" she asked again but there was still no answer. Temperance opened her eyes to look at him. Maybe he had fallen asleep? But to her surprise he had his face turned to her, and even though it was hard to see through the dark, she was sure he was looking right at her.
"Seeley!" maybe his first name had another effect on him, she thought. She didn't like this silence, she really should say something.
Booth was snapped out of his thought. He sounded a bit embarrassed. "Uhh, what is it Bones?" he asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Uhh, thinking…"
Temperance gave him a questioning look, but he never noticed. She sighed. "Booth?"
"Yes?" Booth's voice sounded surprisingly soft as he spoke.
"Thank you," Temperance whispered. "For what you said… that you're…"
Booth finished the sentence for her "there for me?"
"Uhh, yeah."
Booth smiled. "You're welcome, and uh, not just now, in this elevator, you know… anytime."
Temperance couldn't help but smile. But she didn't know how to reply this time. Instead they both remained silent a long time.
Temperance sighed. "Go back to whatever you were thinking about... I'm too tired to talk…"
Temperance leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Maybe she could sleep a little? In the darkness she could hear Booth's deep breathing. She didn't understand why but the sound made her feel so relaxed, so safe. How was that possible, she asked herself. It was crazy!
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Booth awoke by something tickling his nose. Shocked he realized it was Bones hair, she was leaning against his shoulder and he had unconsciously buried his face in her soft hair. Booth was startled to be this close to Temperance, but he liked it a lot. He wondered whether he should wake her up or not, but came to the conclusion he shouldn't. She really needed to get some rest.
Booth inhaled the scent of her perfume. He couldn't help but touch her face; he gently brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, letting his fingers linger on her cheek before removing his hand. He didn't want to wake her up with his touch. God, she would kick his ass if she did.
They sat like that for a long time, Booth didn't dare to move. He didn't want to wake Temperance, but he realized he couldn't sit like this the whole night. He would be stiff as a stick in the morning; his back had already begun to ache a little.
It took quite a while, but somehow Booth managed to get both himself and Bones into a lying position on the elevator floor, and she was still sleeping.
He tried to find a comfortable way to sleep, but it was impossible, Bones, on the other hand seemed to be quite comfy. She had her head leaning heavily on his chest, one of her arms lying across his stomach.
Booth had used his jacket as a pillow, and was proud over the idea. It was better than nothing – he thought. One of his arms automatically found its way around Temperance's slim body, holding her close to him. His other hand gently played with her hair.
When the actual meaning of his actions caught up with him, Booth froze. This was Bones, his partner. He wasn't supposed to hold her; he was definitely not supposed to let her sleep with her head on his chest… but the way he felt when he held her, as he watched her beautiful face prevented himfrom pulling away. He couldn't understand where these strange feelings came from, but he suddenly felt complete – like he had everything he needed. And still he was lying on a hard and cold elevator floor…
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Angela entered the building early next morning. She had been at the Jeffersonian first, and when Temperance wasn't there, she had started to worry. Tempe was always at work long before the others. And the fact that neither she nor Booth answered their phones made the whole thing even stranger.
And now Angela had slipped passed the tired guard to the large building she knew her best friend and Booth had been at, late the other night. Maybe she could find someone there who could inform her about what was going on.
Impatiently she pushed the button to the elevator. She had heard something about a power failure last night, but now everything seemed to be alright again.
All of the sudden a little beep sounded and the doors to the elevator slid open, causing Angela to stare at the two persons sleeping in there…
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TBC
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