The Perfect Shot – Chapter Eighteen
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.
They arrived at her apartment around 1:30. It had taken Booth a while to get all of the details from Charlie and the lead sniper. As they sat on her couch Booth began to explain the details to Brennan.
"All week I had this feeling that someone was following me. I never saw anyone but every so often the hair on the back of my neck would stand on end. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes, I believe I do. Mine tend to do that when you're in close proximity" she said smiling shyly as she noted the look of shock that crossed Booth's face.
"Ok, well, once we figured out who it was I had Charlie work with S.W.A.T. to set up a stakeout before we arrived at the bar. I knew if my gut was right he'd followed us from the lab so they had to get into place before we arrived. I figured he'd use the same building he used before. He knew the layout and it had a good line of sight of the bar door. So the S.W.A.T. snipers, there were 3 of them, each took position on surrounding roof tops and waited. When Broadsky raised his head to take the shot at you they took him out."
"I'm glad they got him but Booth why didn't you tell me what was going on?"
"Because Bones I know from past experience you aren't a very good actress. I was afraid you'd act suspicious. I'm sorry."
"While it stings a little to hear you say that, your assessment of my acting abilities is accurate Booth so there's no need to apologize."
"I'm not apologizing for my assessment, Bones, I'm sorry that my past put you in danger."
"Booth, we are in danger with every case we work. Not to mention my status as a bestselling author adds additional dangers. It is illogical for you to feel that what you have done has caused any affect on my life. Please stop apologizing" she said as she grabbed his hand.
He looked at their joined hands, his had taken so many lives, and hers had brought so much peace. How could he love her so much when she was the exact opposite of him? He'd never know the answer to that and really he didn't really care. All he cared about was that he did love her and one day very soon he was going to tell her.
For now he just slid back into her couch and pulled her back with him. She looked at him questioningly but when he shook his head and closed his eyes she kissed his cheek, buried her head in the crook of his neck and whispered, "Thank you Booth." And they both drifted off to sleep.