The Perfect Shot – Chapter Two
WARNING: Spoilers for Season 6
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any of the characters. They are all owned by Fox and Hart Hanson.
"Hannah, I'm home. Are you ok? What did you need?" He saw her when he entered the living room. She smiled at him and he came to join her on the couch.
"I went to the courthouse today to cover the story of Heather Taffet, the alleged Gravedigger. When I got there they wouldn't let me get close because of some shooting that had taken place. I was wondering if you knew anything", she smiled trying to charm him.
Irritated, Booth answered, "Not alleged Hannah, she was the Gravedigger and you know I can't comment on an ongoing case. Is that the only reason you called me to come home?"
Slightly confused by the venom dripping from his words she replied, "No, not the only reason, I also wanted to do this" and she leaned over and kissed him hard, running her hands along his jaw to the nape of his neck. She smiled when he started to respond. For reasons unknown to her their lovemaking had been few and far between the last few weeks. Just as quickly as he responded, he pulled his lips from hers and got up.
"Hannah, as much as I'd love to stay here and continue that I really don't have the time right now. I have a murder investigation to do" Booth attempted to smile to take some of the sting from his words.
"Sure, sure, I understand. Go. I'll see you tonight?" she said now even more suspicious of his actions.
Booth left the apartment irritated that Hannah had called him home to get information that she knew he couldn't give her. He had an uneasy feeling about this case. No, he wasn't sorry that Taffet was dead but for it to have been a sniper type shot that had done it worried him.