The Perfect Shot – Chapter Thirteen
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 was waiting for Booth when he got home hours later. She was determined to make him tell her what was going on. When he saw her sitting on the arm of the couch he knew she wanted to talk and he inwardly groaned.
"Seeley, we need to talk" she said as he sat on the other end of the couch from her.
"Hannah, it's been a really long day and I'm just not in the mood for a discussion right now" he said has he rubbed his neck.
"You are never in the mood to talk to me apparently but you don't hesitate to talk to Temperance!" she yelled.
"This has nothing to do with Bones!" he yelled back.
"Well it certainly seems like it does. She's allowed to know every little detail about you, your past, your concerns, your likes and dislikes, your dreams. You haven't shared any of that with me!" she was trying to control her emotions. She didn't want to drag Temperance into this, she liked her. She felt they were a lot alike in some ways. But it infuriated her that he wouldn't share anything with her, his girlfriend and he shared everything with his partner.
"Hannah there's things you can't know."
"Why? I'm your girlfriend Seeley, I'm supposed to know more about you than anyone else" she said as she wiped a lone tear from her cheek.
"Listen, Bones and I are partners. We've been partners for seven years; of course there are things that she knows about me. Things I can't tell you."
"Well, if that's the way you see it then I think it's best we end things now. I can't be with someone who can't share his life, his past with me" she said as she got up to leave.
Booth hadn't noticed the duffle bags sitting by the table until that moment. He knew she was right. He knew he should ask her to stay but he couldn't. He just stared ahead as she bent, kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the apartment for the last time.
The apartment was quiet, too quiet. Booth pushed himself from the couch, grabbed his phone and keys and left. He didn't know where he was going but he had to go somewhere. He had been driving for thirty minutes when he realized he was on the street that lead to Bones' apartment. Without giving too much thought to it he parked in the structure and rode the elevator to her floor.
Once he got to her door he lost the nerve to knock. He was about to turn to leave when he heard the lock turn. He stood still looking at the floor waiting for the door to open. When it did he raised his eyes to stare into Brennan's.
Brennan wasn't surprised to find Booth on her door step. She knew what had happened between him and his girlfriend. Hannah had called to tell her that Booth wouldn't open up to her about what was going on. That she had left him because she couldn't be with someone who couldn't be open and honest with her. Before she hung up Hannah had told her that he needed someone and since she was his partner and friend that it had to be her.
She opened the door wider and stepped aside to allow him to enter. Neither said anything as she grabbed two glasses and the bottle of scotch she kept for such occasions as these. They walked to her couch and sat down. Not touching but close enough.
Booth threw his head back and swallowed the amber liquid in one breath. Following his lead Brennan did the same. She picked up the bottle and poured more into each glass. He took the glass and downed it in one drink. Brennan did the same. She filled the glasses for a third time. This time he didn't pick up the glass and neither did she.
Booth sat back and put his head on the back of the couch with his eyes closed, "She called you didn't she?"
Brennan watched him for a moment before she mimicked his position, "Yes, she did. I'm sorry Booth, I really am."
He signed and turned his head toward her and as she looked at him he could read in her eyes the truth of her statement, "I know Bones, I'm sorry too."
They both turned their heads away to stare at the ceiling. After a while she heard the change in his breathing. When she looked at him she knew he was asleep. She moved gently to pull the blanket from the arm of the couch and covered them both with it. She laid her head against his shoulder and fell asleep herself.