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Fingers and Toes

Surprisingly Booth had ease finding an apartment. Another apartment on the same residential block had just come up for rent, so he jumped at the chance. He and Amelia would be in a prime location. They would be just down the road from Brennan, a short five minute walk, and a quick minute stroll from Booth's favourite café. His profound gut was happy because the rich scent of coffee would wake him in the morning and the delicious Sunday Breakfast would be calling his name. While his overwhelming lion heart was happy as well, knowing he was close to her, close to the woman he loves and the mother of his daughter, and he could be at her doorstep in a matter of minutes, whenever she needed him most. Due to the lease, Booth couldn't move in straight away, he had to wait the standard 30 days. 30 days in which he would help Brennan recover, help her to find herself and help bring her back from the brink.

On Wednesday, he was reinstated at the FBI. Back in his old position and back in his old office. Wednesday had also been a breakthrough with Brennan as well, as she managed to step foot back into the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Lab, with a content smile of her lips and her office still intact; in her short six month absence, Cam didn't have the heart to fill her position, so they were rotating two interns a week instead of one.

By Thursday, they were back into things, their first case back. It took a while for each Brennan and Booth to find their feet, but by the end of the day, they managed to be their old selves, crime fighters with big hearts.

So come Friday, things were blossoming.

"With Angela on maternity leave, we've had to replace her." Brennan explained as Booth jumped up the steps of the platform two at time, his ID card swiping through the activation key making the familiar beep.

"Has this person been able to identify Mr. broken bones over here?" Booth let Brennan's gaze to follow his thumb towards the autopsy table behind them, with comically, several broken bones in its decomposed state.

"Yes, in fact she has," The 'I-told-you-so' smile Brennan had caressed across her lips, made Booth gooey inside. She was definitely back to her old self in the work environment, which was pleasing to see. "You remember Agent Perotta don't you?"

At the call of her name, Agent Peyton Perotta stepped onto the platform, her heels clicking against the stainless steel flooring, an equally impressive smile on her lips. With the confused look on Booth's features and the slight gape of his mouth, Brennan felt the need to explain, so with a sigh.

"In one of the cases a couple of years back when I temporarily put you in hospital, Agent Perotta found some evidence we may have missed. So Cam felt it necessary for her to be the one that replaces Angela."

"Mhmm," Booth hummed skeptically, crossing his arms across his chest which bought his biceps and triceps to pull on the sleeves of his charcoal suit. "Who's the victim?"

"Meet Richard Harris, 35, single and the only son of Margaret and William Harris," Her initiative was definitely welcome as an asset to the team of squints, even Booth had to agree, although he wished he didn't have too. Perotta passed the missing person's file over to Booth who quickly snatched the manila folder, "He was last seen four months ago and reported missing by his mother."

Even Brennan herself could feel the tension between the two FBI agents and she was never one to pick up on such emotional feelings. To ease the tension, she decided the best thing was to get on with the case, the sooner they solved it, the sooner she could go on her 'date' with Booth that he had promised while at the cabin. It was that light at the end of the tunnel; it was her motivation to get through the week.

"The victim has a childhood tibia break which is consistent with the medical records Agent Perotta was able to pull. Dentals also confirm the victim is Richard Harris."

"Do you need me here at all?" When Booth finally spoke, his voice was full of hatred and spite. His usual warm brown orbs, where dark with fire. His stance spoke volumes – crossed arms, legs parted wide, trying to regain some dominance in the situation.

Before Brennan could reassure him, tell him he was still the FBI Agent in charge of the investigation, he had turned on his heel and walked from the platform, shoving past Hodgins', a security guard, and past a scrambling intern.

"Booth!" Her words after him were dissolved into thin air, mixed amongst the silent ruckus of the Medico-Legal Lab.

"I…I need to calm him…" Brennan had watched Booth walk about; she had watched where his body had disappeared from the double glazed doors, until she finally swung her head around to a startled looking Perotta, "Well done on your findings. I'll be back later, tell Cam I've gone for lunch if she asks."

She didn't give Perotta time to answer, as she quick-footed it in the path Booth had left just minutes ago.

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It didn't take long for Brennan to find Booth, his slouching form up against a cold brick wall, his arms crossed against his chest and a scrawled look across his features was distinct. He exhaled deeply once Brennan had approached, her back sidling up wall, her arm brushing up against his own. She looked at him sympathetically as his head dropped against her shoulder and into the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry I overreacted," When he finally spoke, the words were soft and inaudible; Brennan had only just managed to hear the faint words which vibrated through his slightly parted lips.

She leant her head against his, sighing, "This is hard for me too…I'm not used to working without Angela or feeling like I'm treading on broken eggs."

"Walking on eggshells," Booth corrected her with a low rumble of a laugh, the laugh trembling through his chest into a hearty laugh by the it passed through his lips.

"Yes okay, walking on eggshells. You want to know what's keeping me motivated to be here at work, instead of in my apartment feeling pitied for myself." She extended an arm around to graze her fingertips over his jaw line, the rhetorical question hanging in the air between them.

He left it silent knowing full well she was going to answer him anyway, but he never expected the silence which fell upon them to be comfortable; each just relishing in the ease of being with each other. Passerby's didn't care about them standing there in what would be such an intimate gesture, people working at the Jeffersonian didn't seem to notice and if they did, they gave a sweet smile, knowing a little about the pair and how close they are and what they've both been through. It was if, the world didn't exist for Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth, they were just another two people in the world.

Her thumb stopped its path up and down his jaw line mid way, her head slightly turning to face him, blue staring into brown and vice versa. "Knowing I'm going out with you tonight is getting me through this week."

He gave a half-laugh and let a smile crack onto his features, "I have the perfect date lined up."

"I'm sure you do. But in the meantime…" Pulling herself from the wall Brennan stood, straightening out her blue lab coat and squinting against the stream of sunlight hitting her into the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll apologise to Perotta." Grumbling, Booth unfolded his arms from his chest and kicked himself from the wall, stepping towards where Brennan and turned, her face swung back over her shoulders.

"Where are you taking me tonight?"

"You'll find out in due course." With a wink and a bump of her shoulder, Booth chuckled internally as a scrawl rushed onto Brennan's face, clearly unimpressed with not knowing the finer details.