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Bed of Fire

Chapter 6

Five minutes after her partner Special Agent Seeley Booth left his apartment and the lock engaged, Temperance Brennan's eyes popped open, and her gaze met the ceiling above her. The bedroom was dark and cool, the sheets tangled around her legs. Unmoving, she shifted her eyes to the left at the alarm clock on the night stand beside her. She knew there was no way she was going to fall back asleep now, her mind was already busy, and it was sometimes hard to shut off when she was tired, much less when she was awake. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she puffed out a sigh, untangled her legs from the sheets, stood and stretched.

Yawning, Temperance encased herself in the robe off the end of the bed, and slid it around her shoulders, knotting the belt at the waist, making her way to the kitchen to see about some coffee. She wasn't hungry at all, having had a huge dinner the night before.

Booth's apartment was dark and quiet, the blinds drawn. Making her way into the kitchen, she placed the palm of her hand on the side of the glass carafe to see if the coffee was still warm. Startled at the heat of the glass, she pulled her hand back, surprised at the heat still emanating from it. Shaking burnt hand, she reached to the hooks beneath the cabinets and pulled out a "Worlds Best FBI Agent" mug, and poured herself a cup of the steaming brew. Taking a cautious sip, she inhaled the scent of the coffee and gulped it down. Warmth spread through her body as the caffeine began to take effect, and she began to feel more alert.

Sitting on the edge of his sofa, Temperance thought about what she was going to do today. Her eyes skipped around his deserted apartment. Frowning, she glanced at his large TV and assortment of movies. She really didn't want to spend her vacation staring mindlessly at a television screen; she preferred to stay busy, physically and intellectually.

Her eyes drifted over to Booth's desk. No computer. She also had nothing to read, and wasn't interested in the western novels that Booth seemed to favor. Not even a newspaper she thought rolling her eyes.

Taking a sip of the hot coffee, she decided she'd take a shower and have a cab take her over to her apartment so she could get her laptop and maybe work on a few chapters of her book. Surely, Booth wouldn't mind. They were going to go over there after he was off work anyway to get her car anyway…and she'd be careful, she could take care of herself if she had to.

Smiling, she went off to take a shower and get started on her day.

End this chapter