The house was almost silent; the only sound was that of her own breathing in the stillness of the room. Booth had already left; his grocery list full of goodies. She had stayed to take a shower and do some unpacking. Now, the dresser was full and she was beginning to get bored. Sitting on the edge of the couch, she tried to imagine what one did when they didn't have anywhere to be or anything to do. Of course she had things to do; she was, after all, on the job. Until Booth returned, there wasn't much she could do on her own. See, this is why she worked with bones. There was always something to find, some mystery to unlock. She was never bored.
Standing, she decided to re-read the case files they had hidden in the desk in the back bedroom. However the sound of the doorbell diverted her attention and she rushed downstairs. Thinking it must be Booth who had forgotten his key, she flung the door open.
However, it was not Booth that greeted her, but a pair of women holding assorted baked goods still steaming under their towels.
One woman was tall and lanky, her dull brown hair falling in soft waves down to her shoulders. Her dingy white t-shirt and worn in jeans covered in bright splotches of paint and crayon indicated she was either a mother or she worked with children. Given that it was 11 on a Thursday, Brennan was going to go with mother.
The other woman was short and plump; her round face pleasant and pink. Green eyes sparkled from behind heavy black framed glasses. White teeth stood in stark contrast to her bright mauve lips. Her short blonde hair was perfectly coifed, not a hair out of place. She was dressed smartly, a definite contrast to her friend.
"Can I help you?" Brennan asked, her gaze jumping between the two.
The short woman spoke first. "We're the welcome committee. We brought you some snacks to welcome you to the neighborhood." She held up the small pan she was holding. The plaid towel shifted and Brennan smelled something delicious. "I'm Georgia Morton, and this is Brianna Cobb."
Taking a step back, Brennan allowed them to enter the house, closing the door behind them. She led them to the kitchen and the two women 'oohed' and 'ahhed' over the house. They placed their pans on the island and Brennan asked if they'd like to sit and chat for a while. She figured while she had guests the least she could do was try and see if they had known any of the victims. They nodded and followed her to the living room in the front of the house.
"You have a lovely house," the short woman, Georgia, spoke again, her hands spreading wide to encompass the whole house.
"Thank you," Brennan smiled. "We just moved in last night."
"Who's we?" Brianna asked, smoothing her hand over the soft microfiber of the couch.
"My p—husband and I." Brennan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, blushing slightly at her almost slip up.
The short woman smiled, "You're married. How long?"
Brennan thought for a moment. She and Booth hadn't talked about that. Cursing herself and her silence, she thought quickly. "This valentine's it will be a year." She hoped she was making the right choice. It seemed logical to have the same anniversary as the victims. She hoped Booth would agree.
"You're still newlyweds then, congratulations," Georgia said, her smile never wavering.
Brianna smiled slightly, the expression not reaching her eyes. Brennan noticed this but decided not to push the issue. "Are you two married?" She asked, trying to stay with the conversation.
Brianna nodded, "Four years in April. My husband Mike and I have a two year old. We live right up the road." She pointed her finger to the right.
Georgia's smiled faltered for a moment, then resumed. Brennan thought that maybe she hadn't seen it at all.
"I'm not married," she said. "My career is too important to me, and I just haven't found the time."
Brennan nodded, "What do you do?"
"I'm a veterinarian," she replied, nodding her head, her blonde hair swishing back and forth.
Brennan immediately remembered. Of course, Georgia Morton; the veterinarian that had called Annabelle Reynolds when the Schwartz's didn't pick up their dog. She quickly made a mental note to follow up with her.
"Sounds like a rewarding job." Brennan replied. She turned to the front door when she heard a noise outside. A few seconds later, the door opened and Booth walked in, his eyes resting on the two women sitting on the couch. She stood and was about to introduce their company when he walked over to her and kissed her soundly on the lips.
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