Chapter 3: She Is
"The incubation time for this at minimum 48 hours." Lewis, the man in the yellow hazmat suit said calmly. Booth hung his head, fuming.
"2 days?" He exclaimed in exasperation. He couldn't believe he was going to be stuck in the lab again. It didn't help that he was sitting in front of the guy from the CDC in a blanket and nothing else. Of course Bones had a spare set of her own clothes, but not of his. He glared at her with his mind's eye. His anger had been mounting all evening and he was more than happy to direct it at Bones.
"Yes. We have to be completely sure that you don't show any systems, as this is highly contagious. We apologize but there is nothing we can do at this point. Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?"
"No, thank you Lewis" Bones said calmly and Booth nearly roared his interruption.
"No?! I'm sitting here without any clothes!" He glared at Bones and looked at Lewis. "A set of clothes would be fantastic and something to eat even better."
"I will arrange what I can." Lewis said and then turned and left the two of them alone, looking relived to be away from the wrath of Agent Booth. Bones stood and moved away from Booth, who wasn't ready to let her go yet.
"48 hours Bones, 48 hours!" He grumbled. "We can't even do any work on the case!"
"I'm sorry Booth. I didn't know that would happen, the probability of that happening to us twice is-"
"I don't care what the probability is. It still happened and this time I'm without clothes! I can't believe this!" Booth was extremely angrily; his voice level kept steadily rising. He could feel it all bubbling up from inside of him. His lack of a date, his failing plan to tell Bones how he felt, the day in general.
"Booth. I'm sorry. I had NO way of knowing that the bone would have this disease in it. There is nothing I can do to change this, we are stuck here like it or not. I have to make a phone call." Her own anger was written across her face. She didn't understand why Booth was so upset with her. It wasn't her fault and even if it was nothing could be done now. She turned on her heel and walked briskly to her office; she shut and locked the door behind her. She knew Booth hadn't followed her but she locked it anyway.
Bones moved to her desk and picked up her cell phone, she was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to spend the night with John. She dialed his number and he answered immediately. She explained the situation and apologized.
"Maybe next time I am in town we can get a drink then?" John sounded disappointed. "I am disappointed that I won't be able to walk into the party with the beautiful Temperance Brennan on my arm but I will have to just get over that disappointment."
"I would much rather be there then here, John." She said with a sigh. "Yes though, we will have to get a drink next time you are in town. I'd love to continue our discussion on the ancient burial rites of that subset of Mayans."
They said their goodbyes and Bones remained in her locked office. She didn't want to deal with a grumpy Seeley Booth. She didn't quite understand why he was so upset. He had a date of his own after all so he couldn't be angry with her for having one of her own. She moved papers around on her desk and she noticed a new envelop. With a quizzically raised eyebrow she pulled it from under the autopsy report.
Her name was written across it, it was written with obvious care, but she could tell it was Booth's handwriting. It was only her first name but she just knew he had written it. Was this why he'd been in her office earlier? She turned the envelope over and slipped the two sheets of paper from it.
She unfolded them as her heart pounded in her chest. The first was completely empty except for several words written in the dead center of the page. It was scrawled in his handwriting, just as the envelope. His beautiful handwriting that wrote words that made her heart explode and left her nearly breathless.
I'm falling in love with you.
She blinked and moved the first sheet of paper out of the way and continued on the second page. This one was handwritten as well, but had much more written on it. A full page of handwriting, she was amazed.
Temperance,
It's true. I've spend the last two weeks that you've been in Peru thinking about you. It's been driving me insane. I keep trying to come up with valid reasons to call you, even if it's just to get your voicemail. I never realized how much I love to hear your voice. How much I love to hear you talk to me, especially when you turn into the scientist on me.
I know this is a lot to handle, a lot to process. That this is a huge change of the dynamics of our relationship; well a potential change. It all depends on what you do now that you know. Before you make up your beautiful mind, let me just say something.
I love you. I love the way that you can show up at a crime scene and berate me about something completely unrelated to the case while you are pulling bits of flesh of the most horrific corpses. I love that you don't let your emotions cloud you opinion no matter how much you want to believe something or not. I love how you can walk into a room of the dirtiest FBI guys and make them wish they had never messed with you. I love that you can kick serious ass.
I love you. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you've just solved the case. I love the way that your eyes can be the warmest joyful orbs on the planet one minute and dead cold the next. I love the way to tie back you hair but it still gets in your way. I love when you go undercover with me and let me dress you up in some of the sexiest things I've seen you wear.
I love you. I love the way to put up with my bullshit. The way that you never dumb it down for me the first time, but then do it without asking. I love it when you stand up to me. I love it when you get mad at me when I'm right, and I love how to try to gloat when I'm wrong. I love it when you don't get my jokes or pop culture references. I love it when you get so excited when you do.
I love you. I love every little thing about you. I love that you don't need me, until you do. I love how even when you cry, even when you are vulnerable, you stand on your own. I love that no matter what is going on, that you have my back. I love how you break the rules. I love how you never give up.
I never realized but I've wanted to kiss you a million times before Christmas. I've wanted to hold you in my arms for a reason other than a guy hug. I never realized that every time I was giving you a guy hug I've been really saying, I love you. I can't possibly write down everything that I love about you. I've never stop writing.
I love you for who you are. I never want to change you. You are perfect Temperance. Perfect. There is no one in the world like you and I don't want anything from you that you wouldn't want. I don't expect you to change, or be nicer to me, or change your lifestyle or your opinions. I just want you.
So Temperance, be my Valentine?
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a/n – So sorry this took so long. Super bowl and then work was a little busy. Plus I have a polar bear motorcycle run this past Sunday and I spent most of Monday recovering from that. Yes the chapter titles are Fray Songs. Grats for noticing it. I'm not sure how many chapters are left at this point. I will let you know when we are close though.