When You Come Around
Disclaimer – Property of Fox, not me.
A/N - - It's been quite a while! I'm back and ready for action.
Chapter 5 - - The News
Booth rose from his bed the following morning. Stretched his limbs out and swung his legs over the side of he bed. Water. Fantastic…he thought. His eyes followed the trail of water at the side of his bed to a giant puddle in the middle of the hallway. Looks like the little cabin hotel had more leaky pipes to deal with… Booth stepped through the water, trying not to splash the cold liquid on his bare legs. He wandered over to Brennan's room, her door ajar. He peered in and saw her sleeping figure laying on the far left of the bed. Perfect…he mused. He crept behind the door, careful of its squeaking, and like a twelve year old boy, throwing caution to the wind he ran and dove on the vacant side of Brennan's bed. She awoke instantly, but was launched into the air and over the side of the bed directly onto the soaked floor.
"What the hell?" She shouted, still confused. Brennan jumped to her feet quickly. She was now fully alert. Breathing heavily, she stared at Booth.
"I am so sorry, I didn't think you'd fly that high." He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. She scoffed and dabbed her lip which was now bleeding.
"Given our masses, it would be irrational to think that I wouldn't be launched into near space." He rose to help her to the bathroom.
"Sorry Bones."
"Yeah, whatever," She curtly replied, "Why is the floor so wet?"
"I think we have a leaky pipe problem." He stated. He sat on the edge of the bathtub while she wiped the blood off her lip.
"Dammit Booth, I have a splinter in my lip. What the hell were you thinking?" She scolded.
"Come here, give me some tweezers or something, and tissue." He evaded her question.
"Forceps." Brennan said as she handed him the tweezers from her overnight bag. She sat on the toilet seat. He furrowed his brow and closely inspected he split in her lip. It was deeper than he thought, then the genuine guilt hit him.
"Forget the tissue, I'm going to need some gauze and hydrogen peroxide." He commented. She groaned in reply. She left to retrieve her first-aid kit from her suitcase, returned and sat back down. Booth carefully grasped the back of her head and grabbed hold of the splinter with the forceps and pulled.
"I am really sorry Bones." He said. She did not reply. He dabbed it gently with the gauze and warned her that this may sting for a few seconds. Brennan nodded in understanding. He proceeded to clean the wound with minimal squirming from her.
"Booth, it really stings." She commented. He glanced up at her and caught her stare. The stirring in his stomach began. He was suddenly aware of where he was and who he was with.
"Well, I don't have any lollipops, but I could," he paused, "kiss it better for you."
Her expression showed no sign of wavering or protest but he saw her breathing quicken.
He leaned over and gently kissed the wound on her lip. She responded to this action by a barely audible moan. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and continued. The gentle kiss turned heated and passionate in an instant. She ran her hand through his soft hair. His hands ran up the back of her tank top. A cell phone rang and they broke away from each other. Sudden realization of what had happened hit them instantly. Booth stood,
"I'll get it!" he shouted. He ran out the bathroom door to hastily. Like a car on sheer ice, he slipped just around the corner. A loud thud could be heard. She followed quickly.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just go answer the phone." He groaned. Brennan stepped over him and ran to answer the ringing cell phone.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Brennan?" the voice questioned.
"Hey Ange!" she replied out of breath.
"I thought I called Booth." Angela paused, "Why are you out of breath? What's going on?"
"Yeah! Uhh… Well, our hotel room has leaky pipes and Booth was going to answer the phone, but he slipped on the floor, so I ran to answer it."
"…Is he okay?" Angela questioned.
"Yeah, I think so." She replied, "So what do you have for us?"
"Cam was beyond pissed that you didn't get out to the initial crime scene yesterday, so she sent for someone to pick up the remains."
"What? She can't do that!" Booth wandered up behind Brennan. 'Angela?' he mouthed to her. She nodded and turned away.
"Anyway, we have the remains here, and, in short, we have positively identified her." Angela trailed off.
"Name." Brennan said, but they both already knew the answer.
"Sweetie, it's Booth's sister."
"Thanks, I'll…" she glanced at Booth and paused, "communicate the details to him. Bye." She closed the phone.
"So?" he probed.
"Booth, Cam had someone sent out to pick up the remains at he hiking trail." She explained.
"What? She knew this was our case! That wench violated FBI protocol! I was assigned to this, and I had to call in a lot of favours to get it too!" He yelled.
"I know, but Ange said they identified the body." He stopped pacing and stared at Brennan.
"Who is she?" He asked quietly, "What is her name?" He looked at the ceiling and exhaled. He stared at Brennan again.
"Who is the girl?" he asked again.
"Seeley, I'm so sorry." She finally said.
"No, you're wrong. It can't be her. It isn't her. Angela is wrong." He rambled on. Booth settled on the couch and stared ahead in complete shock. He stood again.
"I think I'm going to go for a walk. Do you want to come?" She shook her head.
He was breathing heavily now, and Brennan saw the anger bubbling in him. He paced around again and plowed his fist into the wall of the log cabin. Unsure of what to do, she went over and hugged her partner as he cried into her shoulder.
A/N—That's all for now. Peace Dawgs!