His eyes remained closed against the early morning light that coursed through the hospital window, the faint sound of the heart monitors pulled at his consciousness as the pain medications slowly faded from his bloodstream. His sleep was dreamless, but his body felt itchy beneath the blankets, and though the sun was rising, the lights in the room remained dim. He heard a gentle sigh from somewhere in the room, and wondered for a moment who it was, perhaps a nurse checking his vitals. He'd be happy to just sleep for a few days to recover from the ordeal, so he tried to force himself to ignore the rising sun and sleep. As he lay there, he had a creeping sense of loneliness, knowing that his family was so far away, and despite the comradery that he had come to know in this new city , he was quite alone in this.
He turned his head slowly, feeling the pull of his collarbone, he let out a soft whimper. Immediately there was someone standing over him. He could feel a set of eyes on him, his brow furrowing just slightly as he listened to the person pushing down the guard on the side of the bed. It was only another moment before he felt the gentle pressure of another person sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling their feet up onto the mattress, and tugging at his blanket to cover them as well.
"Tex?" He mumbled as soon as the smell of firewood and a faint scent of her shampoo that still clung to the strands of brown hair that now rested over his arm, as her head lay gently on his good shoulder. He could see that she was in a hospital gown as well, her body wrapped in what looked like a hospital blanket, as she attempted to preserve dignity where the hospital gowns did not. He could feel the rough catch of the bandage on her head against him, and the gentle whimper when she leaned on it slightly, but readjusted to make herself more comfortable against him.
"You looked cold." She mumbled sleepily against his side, she couldn't see the slow smile on his lips. "That's nice." She whispered.
"That is nice." He whispered, suddenly feeling less alone. "I'm glad you're okay." He said softly, sighing as he lifted his arm a bit and pulled her closer.
"Unconscious was the only way they were going to get me into this hospital." She said, her eyes lifting to his, he looked down at her with sleepy eyes and let out a soft laugh, but cringed at the pain. "I'm sorry." She whispered, pushing her nose into his side chest slightly, she sighed softly.
"Just rest." He said, but even before he spoke the words, he could hear the gentle breathing against him, and knew that she had already fallen to sleep.
The door to Antonia's room opened, and Temperance stepped inside, holding a bag in her hand. As soon as she stepped inside, her eyes went to the empty bed, then to her sleeping husband lying awkwardly in the chair. She set the bag in the chair beside Booth and her eyes went back to the bed. She stepped forward to it, noticing the IV bag that had been attached to her daughter hanging on the back of the bed, the tubes neatly folded, the needle most likely placed in the sharps container as her daughter made her getaway past her sleeping father, and into the hallway.
She knew that Antonia wasn't in the room, the nurses had already informed her that she was in Aiden's room, resting comfortably. She was also told that Booth hadn't moved a muscle for over an hour, keeping a sleeping vigil over his daughter's empty hospital bed.
She turned around, watching him, noticing a strap of Velcro on the floor. She picked it up, and glanced back at Booth, her eyes curious. With a raised eyebrow, she carefully pulled the Velcro apart slowly, allowing the loud zippering sound to invade the room. She watched her husband's eye open, meet hers, and then close tightly again.
She let out a huff, a half laugh and stepped toward him. "Sniper sense." She said, letting him reach out his hand and pull her toward him, his leg fell to the floor as he sat up, and she nearly landed in his lap, letting out a bigger laugh. "What are you doing?"
"I missed you." He said, watching her eyes as she crouched beside him, her blue eyes looking up at him. "The little sneak escaped." He said, narrowing his eyes.
"You Velcroed her to the bed?" She asked, a smile on her lips as she handed the strap to Booth.
"She already woke up and yelled at me about it." He shrugged. "It was worth a try." He tugged on her hand and she stood up, dropping a kiss on his lips as she stepped beside him and picked up the bag from the chair, sitting down in it. "You got here early, it's only seven. You had to have left pretty early to get here." He said, watching as she glared over at him. "What?"
"Both of my girls are lying in hospital beds, and you thought that I'd sleep in?" She asked, watching the playful look in his eyes. "Besides, Jared is still at the house. He tried to make dinner last night, and has promptly lost his kitchen privileges."
Booth let out a laugh, leaning his head on her shoulder as she leaned her head on his. "What's in the bag?"
"I brought Ant some clothes. I assume she won't be staying over again, since it was just a bump on the head, as you put it." She looked Booth in the eyes, and he nodded. "And I also brought her this." She said, pulling a styrofoam container from the bag, she watched Booth's eyes widen.
"You brought her pie?" He asked, his voice showing his surprise. "You didn't bring me pie."
"She was stuck in the woods for two days with two suspects and an FBI agent." She said, lifting an eyebrow at him. "I feel for her." She smirked.
"Funny… really funny, Bones." He said, reaching for the container, he opened it and looked at the pie. "And it's Cherry pie, my favorite."
"They're all your favorite." She said, reaching for it, he moved it away from her, and tugged at the crust of the pie. "Booth, what are you doing? That's Antonia's."
"Yeah, well… sneaky girls don't get pie." He said, pulling a corner of the crust off, he shoved it into his mouth and moaned at the taste.
She reached over, snatched the container from him and lifted an eyebrow. "Sneaky husbands who run off in snowstorms with their best friend and son don't get pie either." She laughed at his wide eyed expression, a smile playing at his lips.
"We waited for the storm to be over." He said, reaching for the container, she shook her head and put it in her bag. "You're so not fair." He said, shaking his head at her, she just laughed. "I love you, Bones."
"I love you, Booth." She whispered. "Thank you for finding them."
He put his arm around her, feeling her body rest softly against his, he closed his eyes for a moment. It only took a moment, but he suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep against him, resting comfortably as the week's hectic, non-stop drama seemed to finally be coming to a close.