"Booth, I'm soooo tired." said Brennan as she sagged heavily against him.
"Couldn't have excepted that wheelchair, hmmm??"
"No."
Booth chuckled and then proceeded to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way to the SUV. She was asleep by the time they got there.
"They must have drugged you up good, Bones."
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A few hours later, Booth lay on the couch in her apartment, Brennan sprawled out on top of him, snuggled intimately into his chest. He lay there, just thinking. About Brennan, Parker, work, Brennan, Did he turn off his coffee pot this morning?, Brennan, Angel, football and the fact that his arm was asleep, among other things.
Speaking of Angel, where was she? Thought Booth. He knew that she had come in with them. Slowly, he picked up Brennan again and carried her to her bedroom. On her bed was Angel, curled up, head on Brennan's pillow. Now we have to keep her... Placing Bones down next to the slumbering beagle, he laughed when Angel shifted to put her head on Bones' chest. Oh this is too good. Snapping a picture to send to Angela later, Booth lay down beside his 'girls' and soon fell asleep to their deep breathing.
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"BOOONNNNNEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!" Booth yelled, jogging into the lab. "Where AREEEEEEEE YO--" he was cut off by a hand over his mouth.
"Do you have to yell?" asked Brennan after spinning him around and trapping him against the wall so that she could thoroughly kiss him.
"Wow, I missed you too!" He leaned in to kiss her again when a collective 'awww' could be heard from the squint squad, who stood watching. "Lets go to your office, hmmmm??" he whispered into her ear, causing Brennan to shiver deliciously. Once in her office with the door securely closed, Booth said, "It's just that your 'Dr. Matt', the estranged psycho killer guy Angel attacked; he committed suicide in prison. He was 'ahem' mentally disturbed anyway, so I'm not that sorry. Not gonna attend the funeral or anything..."
"How did he kill himself in a high security prison?" asked Brennan incredulously.
"With a spoon."
"Oh. Ew. Well, that cheers me up considerably. No more creepy stalkers. Except for you..." she gave him her 'Booth look' as she now called it. (it consisted of her looking at him from under her lashes and flirting mercilessly with him. It worked as well on him as his puppy dog eyes worked on her. (quite well)) "How did I get home last night? All I remember is walking down the hall of the hospital."
"I...ah..carried you up. What's with the flirty smile?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh come on. And you never use your 'charm smile' on me?" she said sarcastically.
"Yes, but that smile..." he walked around to her desk, putting his hands on the arms of the chair to hold her in place, leaning forwards, challenging her. "It really turns me on." he whispered seductively into her ear.
"Oh really..." she reached out to pull on his belt buckle, looping her fingers through the belt loops and tugging teasingly. He let out a low frustrated growl.
"Bones..." he warned.
"Is that a problem, Agent Booth?"
"Bones..." he warned again.
"Because maybe, I'll just smile like that all the time. Then you wouldn't be able to resist me..." she said as her hands traveled lower.
"Lunch!" he yelped, quickly pulling her from her chair and pushing her out the door, walking fast and awkwardly all the way to his SUV.
"Lunch? It's only 10:30!" Angela asked aloud, glancing at Angel, who had been sleeping under the artist's desk. She could have sworn the dog rolled its eyes and shrugged before putting her head down again to sleep.
They didn't return until 2:15 that afternoon.