The Jeffersonian Medical-Legal laboratory was almost empty. Its sole occupant was Dr Brennan. She sat in her office, typing on her computer. Her muse was with her, and nothing could interrupt her thoughts as her fingers flew over the keys, bring life to the vision in her head. Her breath was calm to her ears and the furious pace with which she had started typing was beginning to fade. The words flowed slower, keeping with the pace of the story, as she poured her heart out for millions to read. Stories of love, betrayal, heartache, mystery, dram and intrigue were spilled out onto the computer screen, her eyes scanning them thoroughly as they appeared. She would not let them be mistakes, she couldn't afford to stop to correct them later.
Hours later she looked up to see her partner asleep on her couch. She sighed with a smile and wondered when he had arrived. Silently, she got up and walked over to the couch. She squatted before him and tenatively reached out to shake his shoulder.
"Booth? Booth, wake up," She said, and he stirred before falling still again. Brennan smiled once more before she shook him again. When he still didn't respond, she tried a sneakier method. "Come on Booth, there's pie here for you!"
Booth woke and sat up with a start, his eyes wide, and looked around, before his gaze settled on his partner. He frowned. "You liar. There's no pie!"
"Sorry, but you wouldn't wake up. When did you get here?" Brennan said in return, as she stood and helped Booth up. He stretched and yawned.
"You were on page 18," Booth said, and walked around to Brennan's computer. He scrolled down to the last page and sighed. "Page 92. Bones, I've been here for hours. Didn't you notice?"
"No, I suppose not. What's going on?" Brennan asked as she grabbed her coat. Booth feigned hurt at her lack of attention to his arrival. Brennan apologised, and Booth answered her question.
"Can't a guy stop by to see his partner?"
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"Wait, Bren, Sweetie, you're saying that this whole thing started when Booth stopped by to see you?" Angela said, trying to sort out how such a normal occurrence could lead to the dissolving of the Booth/Brennan partnership.
"Yes, Ange, I am."
"But that's so… normal!" Ange exclaimed.
"Do you want me to continue or not?" Brennan said, growing impatient. Luckily for her, at that moment, there was a knock on her door, and Cam poked her head in.
"Dr Brennan, there's a problem with one of the students on the tour your father was running… He could use your help," She said, and Brennan got up, silently promising Angela that she would continue soon.
"Do you know who it is?" Brennan asked as she hurried to the museum her father was in. Cam shook her head and Bren sped up.
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"I know it seems like a strange way for this to start, but that is how it did," Booth said, and Lance Sweets nodded. He could see that this was just a prelude to the rest of the story, but just as Booth began to start again, the shrill ringing of a phone cut through the silence.
"Sorry, Sweets, I'll have to call you back, that's my mobile," Booth said, and ended the conversation. He walked across the room and pulled out the mobile. He opened it and answered. "Hello?"
"Rebecca, is that you?" He said when he heard the voice of his ex on the other end. "What's wrong?" … "Calm down, I'll be right there!"
Booth ignored the pounding pain that was growing in his head, and threw on a shirt and shoes, before grabbing his keys and rushing out of the apartment. He turned on the lights and sirens and drove as fast as he could towards the Jeffersonian.