This will be minorly short, but the next chapter and two more (I think two) after that will be moderately longer.

Title: The Agent On the Run

Summary: Some things are just plain dangerous to know...

Genre: Drama/Romance/Mystery/Action/Suspense

Rating: T

Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Parker Booth, Jamie Kenton, Zach Addy, and Jack Hodgins

Pairings: BB and Hodgela

'There are things in life you learn, and

Oh in time you'll see

Cause out there somewhere

It's all waiting

If you keep believing...'

--Phil Collins, Take a Look Through My Eyes

"Ugh!"

Brennan wiped Booth's mouth again for what seemed like the tenth time since four that morning. It was now nine and the after affects of the anesthesia were pounding hard on the agent.

"You done?"

'Uh-huh," Booth put his head back. "I'm sore, Bones."

Brennan wiped his forehead off. "Sorry." She looked at his table. "Do you want to try to drink?"

"Yeah," Booth raised his arm. "Ah, ouch…"

"Relax."

"I have to get use of this arm, Bones. Got to learn to regain strength of it without you treating me like a baby," he grinned somewhat.

"Which reminds me," Temperance opened the juice. "They will air lift us back to D.C., but you will be transferred to a Rehabilitation Center. You need to learn how to get use of your arms, upper body strength and standing without help."

Booth groaned. "What about work? Bren, I can't miss—"

"Seeley, I'm sorry, but you have to go."

Booth sighed. "Fine. As long as you guys visit regularly to keep me from being bored and I get pudding."

Brennan grinned and laughed. "Of course. You have another week here, then we head back to D.C."

"Just one problem."

"Which is?"

Booth looked at her. "Is my name cleared? About Jones?"

"Of course. It's been cleared since the back-up came and got Kenton."

Booth thought. "By the way, what happened then? I sorta blacked out."

"Well, Cullen showed up with the FBI along with Angela, Hodgins, and Zach. They helped me and Parker, took Kenton into custody and got you onto a stretcher."

Booth nodded. "Good. That's very good."

Silence fell before Booth turned pale and groaned. "Oh, sheesh, stupid surgery...Bones, bucket."

Brennan handed him a bucket and watched him vomit, dry heave, and then vomit again. She wiped the sides of his face and forehead with a cold cloth.

Booth swallowed. "I don't know what's worse. The pain or the vomiting." He shook his head.

"It's just the anesthetics. It'll wear off and the nausea will go away."

Booth lay back down. "Good. Is Parker up?"

"Not last I checked. I heard you were up almost all night."

"In pain, yes."

Brennan joked. "Poor FBI Baby."

Booth smiled. "You're a kidder, Bones. A regular comedian."

"I try." She paused. "Parker likes to be like you."

"I know. What'd he say last night?"

"Oh, called me 'Bones'," Brennan grinned. "I returned the favor and called him 'Booth'. He got such a kick out of it."

Booth laughed lightly. "Yeah, I bet he did."

"He's a great kid."

"Yeah…he is," Booth smiled. "He makes me proud. Thanks for—watching him."

Brennan nodded. "Of course."

"Means a lot."

"I know. I felt it. Like he was my own," Brennan looked down. "It's funny."

"He likes you, Bones."

Brennan looked at Booth. "You really think so?"

"I know so," Booth grinned. "He's bright. Knows what he wants and gets it if he can."

"Like you?"

Booth nodded slowly. "Yeah. Like me."

Silence fell and Brennan sighed. "Bored?" Booth asked.

"Yeah. I don't like hospitals much."

Booth grinned and held a remote in his free hand. "We could watch TV if you like…again."
Brennan smiled and giggled momentarily. "I'd like that."

"Just—don't lean on my arm again, 'kay, Bones?"

Brennan laughed. "I'll try not to," she winked and Booth grinned from ear-to-ear.

Things were different now. Better. He got Temperance Brennan. Finally.

At last.

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