Chapter 7
July 2008
Time seemed to fly by for the two lovebirds. They fought crime during the day (and sometimes at night) and spent their nights (and some days) in bed together. It hadn't been the least bit uncomfortable making the change from partners to something more. Their work together had never been better and they both seemed to be on cloud nine at all times.
They spent Saturday's at the park or the museum with Parker and Brennan was quickly becoming very attached to the young Booth. They would go on double dates with Angela and Hodgins and get lunch at Wong Foos. Life was perfect. So, of course, something had to go wrong.
Brennan had beat Booth home on one particular July afternoon. They were not working a case at the moment so she had been spending her time working on some of the remains that were still in Limbo, but today she had identified the remains very quickly as one Officer Donald Rigby of the 38th division from Indiana. With the remains cataloged and put in a casket to await burial Brennan had decided to go home early.
She walked in the door at 4:06 (she knew because she glanced on the clock right inside the door) and as she walked in she could not shack the feeling that something was not quite right. She picked up the bat she kept by the door and walked into the living room. Upon seeing who was in sitting on the couch she dropped the bat and thought she might just pass out.
He stood up, looking very nervous, and said, "I never gave your key back" as he held it up to prove to her that he had it.
"What are you doing here Sully?"