I know this chapter is short but a new one will be coming soon. The more reviews I get the faster I will post the new chapter. People's comments and ideas in reviews inspire me. Also, any mistakes are my backpack's fault because it decidedly to randomly throw itself on my glasses; can you believe that! Anyway, happy reading!
Disclaimer: It's depressing really, that I don't own Bones. Tear.
Morning light crept through the shades and spilled into the room. Two figures lay curled up together on the queen size bed. No one person would have given these two people a second glance, except for the people who knew them. This man and woman were not lovers or even a couple; they were partners who solved murders.
Angela Montenegro had not expected to find the scene that greeted her as she opened the door to her best friend's apartment. It was nearly noon on Saturday and Brennan was always awake by 9:00 O'clock. As she opened the door to the apartment with the key that she had had for over three years, she instantly knew something was different.
Making an initial observation of the room, she noted that the TV was off, but the DVD player was on; there were plates that had held food from the night before, sitting on the coffee table; a blanket lay crumbled on the couch; a man's belt and shoes lay beside of the couch; a few candles were scattered around the room on book shelves and tables, having burnt out hours previously.
"What the hell?" Angela questioned in a whisper. Immediately a thought struck her: it wasn't odd for Booth to sleep over at Brennan's, but he always slept in the guest bedroom or on the couch. Since he obviously was not occupying the couch, he must be in the guest bedroom.
She quickly moved down a hallway off of one side of the kitchen. After a quick sweep of the guest room, it was evident that Seeley Booth was not there; so where the hell was he? Another thought quickly appeared in the mind of Angela Montenegro: he and Brennan had…no, Brennan would never do that…or would she?
She raced on tiptoes to her friend's bedroom. The door was closed; no light filtered through the gap between the wooden floor and the door. Placing her hand on the knob, she opened the door silently. The room was dark, only illuminated by small rays of Saturday sunlight shining through between the gaps in the curtains that adorned the floor length windows of the master bedroom.
Lying curled up together on the bed was an extremely handsome FBI Agent and a forensic anthropologist, who just so happened to be partners. The white comforter was pulled up to their waists, revealing Booth's arm wrapped around Brennan's waist; her hand covered his. Her head rested on his shoulder, snuggled into his neck; his head was buried in her hair.
Angela's eyes grew large as she took in the scene in front of her. Both of her friends were fully clothed, so it was obvious that they had not slept together and yet they had slept together. Had they meant to fall asleep together like that, or had it just happened throughout the night? What surprised her most, however, was that Brennan was still asleep. The forensic anthropologist had never before slept an entire night through without at least one bad dream or being awaken in the middle of the night because she believed she had heard a noise in the other room. Was it actually remotely possible that with Booth's comforting arm around her that she could sleep the whole night through?
Stepping out of the room as silently as she had entered it, Angela removed herself from the apartment; her conversation about last night's events could wait until later.
So, um, yeah. That's the chapter. I know it's short but like I said before: The more reviews I get, the faster I'll post. Hope you enjoyed!!!