When You Come Around
Disclaimer – Don't own anything….
A/N – Thanks for he reviews, confused about the fight? So you should be. You'll learn more about it in later chapters… It's what helps make the story………. Read on.
Chapter Two: His Reason
He tossed his keys on the end table and wandered to the bathroom in darkness. He flicked the bathroom light on and stared at himself in the mirror. My god man, you look old. He thought. His hair was messed, his eyes were red, and the slight crow's feet at the corners of his eyes started to look more like condor's feet. He ran his hand over his chin, debating on shaving. He turned from the mirror, deciding against it. He undressed and ran a scalding hot shower, hoping it would refresh him. He rested his head on the cold tile of the bathtub, letting the water beat down on his neck, and cascade down his back. Booth threw on a clean T-shirt and some new shorts. He flopped down on the couch and fell asleep instantly.
A banging sound woke him up. His eyes shot open like darts, fully aware of his surroundings. He rolled quietly off the couch. Crouched in an attack position, he looked around the living room for sudden movements. He stood swiftly and crept to the set of golf clubs by the door. He decided that a driver would do more damage than a 9-iron…. Besides, his 9-iron was more expensive. A scuffling noise could be heard outside of his front door. He stood in the shadows in his living room, peering out the window.
"Dammit Booth, would you open up?" the familiar voice said. A wave of relief washed over him. He whipped his front door open, club still in hand.
"Late night golfing?" she asked. He put the driver back into the golf bag.
"No, you woke me up, and I thought you were - - something else." He said scratching behind his ear, "Why are you here? It's only 3:30. I'm not supposed to pick you up till 7:00." Glancing over at the VCR.
"Angela called me." She stated.
"About….."
"She pulled up the missing person's list of Jefferson County and outlying areas." Booth's head snapped up and stared in her eyes.
"What's that got to do with the remains?" he asked harshly, knowing the answer. She winced a little.
"Nathalie Booth. She's your sister. She went missing last April in Jefferson County. She was last spotted hiking on those trails." She stated bluntly.
"That has no relevance Bones." It was a silent warning. She was walking on eggshells
"This is why you want to investigate. Because you think this might be your sister." She said knowingly.
"Well, maybe this is a murder we're dealing with, and it could be anyone who lived in that area." He replied.
"Why didn't you tell me she went missing?" Brennan asked.
"Because I don't have to! I'm not obliged to tell you!" he shouted angrily. She managed to remain calm, having experienced a similar situation like this with her own parents. He paced his living room trying to calm the raging beast that was his anger.
"Booth, I didn't know this had so much importance to you. I'm sorry." She said. He paused. Glanced at her sitting on his couch, auburn hair pulled back loosely, clad in sweats and a black sweatshirt. His anger dissipated upon letting out a breath he was holding in.
"It's okay, you didn't know." He mumbled, "I should have said something last night." He sat next to her on the couch.
"I just need to know. I have to know if that's her. I never did get closure. I won't until she's found." Booth explained.
"This is a scenario that I can totally relate to and say that I understand what you're saying." She said.
"I don't know how you could go for most of your life without knowing."
"We have a possible lead, you might begin to get some answers."
"I hope so Bones." He made some coffee, and they chatted a while about Booth's past and Brennan's parents until the need for sleep overcame them, and they dozed off on his couch.
Brennan woke up, and stirred slightly. She tried to regain her sense of her surroundings. It flooded back to her. Talking in Booth's living room, falling asleep. She inhaled. The scent that filled her nostrils wasn't her pillow. It was clean smelling. It smelled like a man. She opened her eyes and saw a sleeping Booth next to her. Her arm wrapped around his stomach, she glanced up at his face. He looked so much younger when he slept. His constant look of disturbance had diminished. He looked youthful and carefree. Stubble was speckled on his face. She thought it was a nice look. She removed her hand from his stomach and gently grazed his rough cheek. She carefully rolled over him and planted her feet on the carpet. Brennan tied her running shoes, glancing at the time. 7:57AM. She exited quietly, and took the city bus back to her house.
Booth opened his eyes after hearing the door click, signaling that it was shut. He was confused. He wondered why she had left. Then again, he probably would have done the same. Avoid the awkwardness that would have ensued. He got dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt. Technically, he wasn't working today, just driving. So there was no need for his standard suit and tie. He packed some clothes and his toiletries in a small black duffel bag. He tossed his luggage in the back, and hung a suit from a hanger in the backseat. Booth filled his travel mug with coffee, and left for Brennan's house.
She didn't bother with a shower, knowing that he would have woken shortly after her. She put her favorite jeans on, and pulled a sweater over her head. She fixed her hair, and packed her things. A knock on her door was that of one Special Agent Seeley Booth. She was greeted with a friendly, smile. The stubble still there. She figured he would have shaved.
"Morning Booth." She greeted, "Not looking too 'FBI' this morning." Pointing at his face.
"I thought I'd try a days worth of growth out…. You like it?" He asked rubbing his chin. He smiled his infamous charming smile.
"I'm ready to go." She quickly changed the subject. He was awake when I left. What a jerk… She thought.
"Well, let's hit the road. I'm already an hour late." He said. With that, she handed him her bag, and shut her door, locking it behind her.
A/N - - Seriously, should I even bother going on?