Tempe arrives at Booth's apartment and knocks three times and waits. No answer. She waits for a couple of seconds then knocks again, this time yelling too.
"Booth, it's me, are you ok"
No answer
She was starting to get worried.
"Booth, open up, I hope you're not mad at me for something, coz we can talk about it"
Again no answer.
"Ok I really didn't wanna do this, but I guess I might have to, im kicking your door down. One, two.."
Then a breakthrough, she could hear movement inside. She tried to peer through the spy hole but no success.
"I'm coming, hold on, don't break my door down, I'm coming" yells Booth. He fiddles with the lock and opens up the door. Tempe was stunned with what she saw. Standing there was Seeley Booth in his underwear, singlet and boxers to be exact. And he smelt really bad of tequila.
"Have you been drinking?" Tempe asked him, though the answer was obvious.
"Yeah" he said, turning away and heading for the kitchen to put on the kettle.
"Coffee, tea?"
"Coffee, thanks. Milk and no sugar"
"I know how you have it Bones"
This was unusual for Seeley Booth to be drinking on a Sunday night, before a busy work week, he wasn't an alcoholic. Tempe figured it couldn't have been Rebecca or the incident at Antonio's, which was over a week ago. She had to find out what was troubling her friend, the man she loved.
"So why were you drinking?"
"coz I needed to drink ok"
He was hung-over and grumpy this morning, Tempe had never seen him like this before, but she thought, there's a first time for everything, right?
"Booth please, why were you drinking last night, it wasn't anything to do with me was it?" this was starting to hurt her deep inside.
Booth turned around to face Tempe and placed his hands on either side of her face.
"No, it's not you; I would've told you Tempe" he said.
This was the first time since forever that Booth had called her by her real name; he always called her "Bones". Even though she had told him in the past not to call her that, it was starting to grow on her now, she actually liked him calling her Bones.
At that very moment, there was a moment where Tempe really felt compassion for her friend, and she couldn't help herself, she leaned up and kissed him, putting her hands on his face as well. She didn't care about his Tequila breath, she loved him, and he needed her right now.
He pulled off her jacket and chucked it towards the front door. Tempe kicked off her shoes and pushed them aside as well. Then she slid her hands down his back and felt down to his waist and started to slide her hands up his abdomen and chest and taking off his singlet. They moved over to the couch and continued there. They had forgotten all about the boiling kettle, but they didn't care. Right now, this moment was dedicated to them.