AN: so for those of you that know me, you know I write for the all of the CSI's and it's usually slash. This however, is very out of my style, and also my first Bones fic. I love the tension between this pair and that and the weather were the recipe for a plot bunny.
Please R&R
Warnings: Case details. OOC, but hey it's FanFiction
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is not now nor will it ever be mine. Any songs, recognizable characters, places, or any combination of the 3, I can not lay claim too. Other than that, please sit back and enjoy.
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Beautiful
She stared out the hotel window rain splattering against it, the trees just beyond fighting against the wind which howled through in a semi-destructive path.
A knock on the door interrupted her though process. She attempted to ignore it but the other person was persistent.
"Bones?" She heard a muffled call at a pause in the knocking. "Bones, are you okay?" Again she tried to ignore the call. "If you don't answer in 30 seconds I'm coming in."
The pensive look on her face transformed to a smirk, Angela's voice ringing through her head, "you actually have a knight in shining FBI standard-issue body armor…"
"I'm not paying for a kicked in door." She replied, turning from the window.
"Bones! What are you doing? Come on, let me in….I brought coffee." She swung open the door grabbing one of the coffee cups from her partner before turning back into the room.
"Next time you should start with the coffee."
He chuckled.
It was impossible to pinpoint when this crime fighting team had gone from their assigned partnership to something familiar, something intimate.
"I'm sorry Bones." He said quietly. Sincere, yet secretly proud she's been able to get so emotional, and let him see. She got up, once again standing in front of the window.
"It's fine Booth, it happens. There just wasn't enough."
They had just finished their latest case; A politicians daughter, kidnapped from D.C. a year ago, so when a child's remains showed up in a small Connecticut town, the duo made their way to them. The sad truth; they were the girls remains, but, there wasn't enough evidence to convict. The man accused, walked.
Booth set down his coffee and wandered over to his brooding partner, putting an arm around her shoulders. He was simply amazed a case could hit her so hard, she was Bones. She compartmentalized, she rationalized. It was a rare occasion where she just…Felt.
She continued to stare out at the storm.
"It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?" She questioned.
He pulled her a little closer, taking the chance to drink in her features, openly staring.
"Yeah Bones, definitely beautiful."