Well back again. I have a 7 day window before my next exam so expect a few updates in this time. Thanks so much for all your reviews – Ava you always write the darlingest reviews, goldy and wolfy you guys flatter me! Everyone else you rock! Take a moment to pat yourself on the back. A few people commented that women do not have an Adams apple. Sorry for the anatomical mistake. Please feel free to point out any mistakes and constructive criticism is valued. Well the long awaited kiss is about to happen so started reading! Please review, have a great day and enjoy this addition – kate
Disclaimer: I forgot this for the previous 5 chapters! Opps! So I do not own Bones or any of the associated characters in any of the previous chapters or the following chapters in this story.
In an unprecedented move, Hodgins switched on his office computer at 7am the following morning. As a result of Cullen and Sid's latest reports the odds needed to be looked at again. Hodgins had decided to surface from under his duvet a hell of a lot earlier than usual so he could get this little job out of the way. That way he had plenty of time to search for the perfect hiding place for the little piece of paper that was worth its weight in gold. He settled himself comfortably at the computer, and patted his chest again. Good, he thought with a grin, its still there.
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Jack was completely oblivious to the fact that his actions were being observed closely. Zach grinned. He had finally located the piece of paper that had caused him a sleepless night. He had been sure all along that Hodgins had been responsible. Just as he was scheming about how to get it back, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Mr Addy," a gravely voice said, "What are you doing here so early on a Saturday?"
He gulped. Goodman usually had that affect on him. "I have to speak to Hodgins about something."
Goodman looked confused. "Hodgins is here?"
Zach nodded and pointed to where Jack could be observed typing furiously.
"Why don't you just go speak to him now?" Goodman asked.
Zach searched his mind for a good excuse. "I've been into see him but he wants to finish up first. I've got some work to be getting on with for Dr. Brennan so I don't mind waiting."
"Sounds like you've worked something out there Zach." Goodman clapped him on the shoulder again. "Have a good weekend."
Zach nodded absently and went back to staring at his co-worker. Goodman frowned. There was something going on here. He could only hope that it wasn't going to affect his chances in the BB sweepstake.
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Booth could feel himself emerging from the land of snooze. He instantly realised he had a terrible hangover, and that there was a member of the opposite sex lying in bed next to him. Without bothering to open his eyes as he knew that blinding pain would result, he gingerly lifted his head off the pillow and kissed his bedmate lightly on the lips. Booth wasn't entirely sure of the previous night's activities but he figured that if she was sharing his bed then they must have done a little more than just kiss. Still not bothering to open his eyes Booth buried his head in his pillow and inhaled deeply in an attempt to go back to sleep. It was then he realised that something was wrong. This bed doesn't smell like me.
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Brennan was also hovering in that isthmus between sleep and wakefulness. She wasn't quite awake enough to feel the effects of the copious amount of wine she had drunk but she was aware of what was going on around her. Brennan felt the bed shift beneath her. Huh? Her brain thought fuzzily. That wasn't me that moved. Maybe I am still asleep. She shrugged it off, going back to the land of happy thoughts. She smiled dreamily as her knight in shining armour kissed her lightly on the lips before galloping of into the forest on his tan coloured stallion. She could feel her lips tingling slightly from the after effects of the kiss and she ran her tongue over them, savouring the taste. With her tongue poked out from between her lips, Brennan's daydream was abruptly interrupted.
"Fuck," a male voice enunciated clearly, causing her to sit up with a start.
Booth by this stage had his eyes wide open and was completely oblivious to his hangover woes. He had a much more pressing problem. This wasn't his bed and the woman he had just kissed casually, like it was something that happened every morning, was Brennan.
He groaned and rested his head on his knees. At least they were dressed but apart from that, he was absolutely screwed.
Brennan's eyes sprung open and she looked around frantically for the source of the obscenity. Finally her eyes rested on her partner. He was sitting beside her, looking more than a little guilty. Something clicked in Brennan's brain. It was Booth that kissed me. She didn't have time to think anything else as she felt her stomach clench and she ran for the bathroom.
Booth watched, stunned, as Brennan almost fell out of bed in her haste, and rushed into her bathroom. Then as he heard her retch, concern for her kicked in and he followed her. Brennan was obviously feeling a little worse for wear this morning after their drunken exploits last night.
He held her hair off her face as she threw up and then brushed the tears off her face that had sprung unbidden to her eyes. He could feel her shaking under his fingers. Quickly Booth squirted some toothpaste onto the only toothbrush he could find and handed it to her. Brennan thanked him silently and brushed energetically to get rid of the horrible taste. She was surprised to feel him stand behind her and wrap his arms around her. Then she realised that she was shivering uncontrollably and tears were still leaking from her eyes.
Breath beautification finished, he ushered her back to bed, forcing her in under the covers against her protests. Then jumping in beside her, Booth proceeded to scoop her into his arms and hold her tight against him.
"What are you doing, Booth?" she asked eventually.
He sighed as if his actions could speak for themselves. "You're cold and I'm warming you up."
That was logical, she thought and then she relaxed against his chest. It wasn't so logical being wrapped up in his arms on a Saturday morning, however. It felt good though; comfortable and almost right somehow. She rubbed her face in the pillow. Those kinds of thoughts were way to hot and heavy for this hour of the morning. He had a nice chest, she noted sleepily as she closed her eyes, drifting back off into the land of nod.
This has been an interesting morning so far, Booth mused as he lay in his partners bed, with his arms wrapped around her. With her long lashes resting against her cheeks, she looked unusually vulnerable and Booth felt a rush of concern for her. He examined her face carefully. Her colour looked better and her forehead wasn't so clammy. Booth relaxed. All he could do was wait it out. He shuffled closer to Brennan and let his eyes slip closed. As Booth breathed in the scent that had startled him so much earlier that morning, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. This feels good.
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Hodgins stretched in his hair, arching his back. All these calculations were hard work. He patted his chest again, listening for the characteristic rustle as his hand touched the paper. He never heard it. Jack jumped from his chair and frantically removed his jacket. He furiously searched through the pocket. Ten minutes later, slightly sweaty and dishevelled, he finally admitted defeat. It's gone; he realised and sank back down in the chair, resting his head in his hands.
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Zach couldn't help giggling as he drove through the quiet suburban streets. He knew that the 6 month long grounding he had received for pick pocketing his uncle and cousin would eventually pay off. Hodgins hadn't even suspected a thing as Zach reached into his jacket pocket and stole the coveted recipe for success. As Zach drove off to enjoy his weekend, he couldn't help checking his rear-view mirror to ensure that he wasn't being followed.