Blurred Disappointments
High heels clasped the solid floor when she made her way, amazingly fast, inside the facility. Doors opened with full force and closed behind her as she hastily made her way over miles of long corridors as people passing by said their 'good mornings'.
She ran fast, faster than she ever ran before, running away from something immaterial persecuting her soul 'til the very end of it. There was no physical person running after her, instead thoughts raced in her mind miles per hour never ending, feeding on the fear that started to run on her veins earlier. She wanted to shut those images of him; the sound of his voice still asking if she liked him.
'As a partner, Brennan' produced her logical brain, but it was too late, her heart was winning a battle against every single brain cell that ever lived to tell a story, and the best way to avoid everything was to run.
Pushing open the final door to the lab, she rapidly crossed the few yards left to reach the safest place for now, her office. At this hour in the morning there were still few people walking around the lab but her co-workers already stood in the high platform witnessing her grand escape from the world.
When inside, she forcefully pushed the door shut and leaned on it breathing harshly from all the previous running, slowly closing her eyes.
"I might as well be going crazy…" She sadly said in between gasps, her lungs adjusting to the sudden necessity for air.
Moving around to place her bag and coat on their respective places she sat behind her desk searching for something to occupy her mind and bury deep the thoughts of a certain partner. Her head still pumping with the enormous head ache, a pain that he too would be feeling at the time. It made her work difficult in the beginning but the stubborn woman that she was kept moving forward, revising paperwork, opening old case files.
Thankfully her friends already knew when it was imperative to leave her be and none of them interrupted her morning, since there was no case to work.
That peaceful time revealed to be a bad option, from time to time her mind was assaulted with feelings of that night. How good she felt with him, to the incredible point of saying that. She felt such a fool. But obviously, if he eventually came to her, she would say that it was all about the distillate liquid they had been drinking. He would certainly understand.
At this point she didn't want to see him, for her own sake, let alone knowing if he still remembered. Her heart squeezed tight, wrapped around the fear of being emotionally too close to him. They were partners, nothing more, nothing less. A partnership that was to be kept functional at any rate.
"He's just my partner!" She screamed loudly, struggling with no one in particular.
A knock on the door brought her back from the insistent reverie.
"Hi Bones!" Voice tender and warm, head peering at the now slightly open door.
"What do you want?" She responded, a little too harsh for her taste.
He made his way to the front of her desk, taking unsure steps in her direction.
"Gees... I just wanted to know how you spent the rest of the night. Headache?"
She eyed him intently searching for some sight of change. None was apparent. 'Does he remember it?' - "Of course, after two bottles that was very predictable."
"Yeah, tell me about it…" And then he laughed, melting away her heart.
He let the weight of his body slump in the dark couch resting his head back and closing his eyes, savouring the silence that her office provided. Coming closer to him, she waited long minutes until he provided more words into the conversation. No more came from his part.
'It's now or never…' Clearing her thoughts away, her brain thrived in the new found courage to speak.
"Do you remember anything from last night Booth?" Her mind wanted a 'no', but her heart… that was a different matter.
Opening his eyes in her direction, confusion was evident in his face. "I remember very little Bones, just us drinking here, and then we went outside… nothing more than that."
"Not even what you asked me?" She nervously laughed, dismissing the seriousness of the question.
"No, I'm sorry. Was it something embarrassing?" Sincerity.
Her body immediately stiffened at his words. 'How could he forget?' Blue eyes burned with deception, although her brain dwelled in a constant relief, her heart sank in despair. She saw the sincerity in his eyes, and immediately knew. 'He doesn't remember.'
Her eyes rested on the floor, suddenly embarrassed with the possibility of wanting him to remember.
She stepped away grabbing her blue coat from the cloth hanger, getting ready to go outside and work a little more. "Why did you came, Booth?" Ice cold words intended to hurt.
He quickly got up and followed her hurried pace outside. "What you think about lunch, eh?" He wiggled his eyebrows in an appellative fashion.
Closer and closer to the examining tables, where white remains laid; she went, avoiding his gaze.
"I don't want to. I have a lot of work to do here, as you see..." She said pointing to the half skeleton. "Besides, we don't have any case together. So, please, would you leave me alone?" With that said she turned her back on him, leaving no space to further exchange of words. It was over, for as much as it hurt her, she pushed him away.
The agent just stood there, hit with the full force of her not so pleasant words. Her full back against him was the cue to leave. Confusion was all over him as he silently made his way out of the place, stealing a glance behind at her form for the last time.
Ouch... Poor Booth!!! How will he cope with it? Don't miss the next chapter!! Reviews are loved :)