Brennan didn't wake until twelve the next day. For a minute she forgot where she was and got a slight fright. But once her eyes adjusted she remembered everything. She was still wearing the clothes she had put on the day before and couldn't remember taking the rug off the chair. Throwing on a pair of sweat pants and a white tank top she went down stairs. The smell of coffee woke her up a bit. She walked into the kitchen.
"Morning. Wow love the hair Bones!" Booth laughed looking at her. She put a hand to her head and felt how wiry her hair had gotten.
"Morning Bo… David." She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. Fishing in her pocket she found a hair tie and put it on. "Better?" she asked. He walked over to the table with two mugs in his hands. Putting them down he replied.
"Less scary yes. Coffee?"
"Please." She accepted it gratefully.
"Bones. Cullen rang while you were asleep."
"Oh?"
"Yeah the funeral is going to be on the news tonight." He said drinking some of his coffee.
"Really?"
"Yes. I was wondering do you want to watch it?" she thought for a second
"yes I think so. It might help me put this whole thing in perspective." She nodded.
"Ok so we've the whole day ahead of us. What do you want to do?"
"Honestly I just want to relax." She said, he grinned.
"Me too. I start work on Monday so I want to relax as long as I can!"
"Work. I forgot about that!"
"Wow I'm stunned!" she ignored his comment.
"What jobs do we have?"
"I have a job Bones you don't! Cullen didn't think it would be safe enough letting you work since your identity is harder to hide then mine." He waited for her to give out but she didn't.
"I guessed this would be the situation. I suppose that's rational. But what am I going to do with all the spare time?"
"Take up a hobby Bones. Knitting or something." He laughed.
"Where are you working?"
"In the local school I'm to be the new music teacher!" he said proudly. This time she laughed. "Bone's it's not funny!"
"Sorry Booth but I just cant imagine you being a teacher! You'd lose your patience and take out your gun and shoot them all!"
"No I wouldn't!" he replied. She said one word.
"Clown."
"That was one time!"
"It was an ice-cream truck!" she laughed again.
"I have patience! I can deal with you and the squints cant I!"
"You used to." She said as she stopped laughing.
"Right." That ended the conversation. She was left with the thoughts of everyone they had left behind and he was thinking once again about how it was his fault.