Ok, here is the next chapter; hope you enjoy!
Don't own Bones I'm sorry to say.
After a quick shower Brennan made her way along with booth to his SUV that was parked down on the street. The day was perfect: sunny, not too hot, not too cold; simply perfect. Booth climbed into the driver's seat, started the FBI standard issue vehicle, and began heading towards his house. The two partners sat in a comfortable silence; both content for some reason unknown by either.
While Booth grabbed a shower at his place, Brennan took to looking around. She had been in Booth's house multiple times before but she had never before taken the opportunity to look around a great deal. She started with the living room, looking over the pictures that adorned the mantle over the television. There were pictures of him as a child, smiling with only half a mouth full of teeth and an occasional busted lip or black eye. Brennan smiled; there was no doubt in her mind that Seeley Booth had not been the type of little boy who was in a fight.
Her eyes traveled across the mantle, occasionally glancing at certain pictures longer than others. There was one of him and Rebecca holding a tiny baby; one of Parker on his first day of school, his father standing beside of him protectively in one of his black suites and funny ties; one of him in a military dress uniform; and one of him with her.
Brennan's eyes stopped on that picture; it must have been taken my Angela. Booth stood beside of one of the stainless steel tables on the platform clad in black suit pants and a button down light blue shirt that was unbuttoned a few times at the top; she was wearing a lower cut top with low rider jeans. They must have been working late because there was no one else around and the skylights filtered through only darkness. Booth stood behind her as she belt over the table looking at a skull, her head raised, obviously having spotted the camera; Booth was smiling, looking down at his partner.
Brennan was bewildered by the picture. Why had Booth chosen this picture of them to display? Was it the only one he had of them together?
Brennan found the answer to her own question as she continued her cruise around the room. There was another one of them together sitting on the bookshelf. They were dressed much the same, sitting on her couch in her office together, talking. Damn, Angela was sneaky with a camera.
"Hey Bones! You ready to go?" Booth called out from his bedroom, startling her slightly.
"Um, yeah!" she replied, placing herself on his couch a second before he walked into the room, still buckling his belt around his faded, holey jeans; a black short sleeved Metallica shirt adorned his torso. She herself wore jeans and a red tank top, her hair up in a pony tail.
"Let's go," he said, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her from the house.
I know it's been a while since I last posted and I know that this chapter is short but I've been wondering where this story should go. Any suggestions? Let me know what you think!