Two weeks later, Booth stood outside her door, leaning against it, the paper bag with ice cream and two spoons lying beside him. He knocked again, and he could hear her inside, waiting, punishing him by not answering right away.
She opened it, angry.
"It's my job, Tessa."
"To bail her out now too?"
"What? No…well, yes, she's my partner, so I guess it is my job, but…that's not what this was."
"So you didn't make us leave our date to go look at a meth-filled, mummy inhabiting club because it was your job?"
"No, I mean, yes, I…I don't know. Look, I brought ice cream." He held up the bag as if the contents could somehow be enough.
She rolled her eyes.
"Ice cream doesn't solve the world's problems, Seeley."
"Well…it should. It's good." He smiled.
She chuckled. "Ah…" he knew the smile would work, "Come on Tessa, I'm sorry. Let's not fight about this. Come on, we're going on vacation this week…Jamaica" he laughed when she smiled and yanked the bag from his hand, pulling out the ice cream and turning toward the kitchen.
As he watched her go, he realized he really wanted this vacation to work. He wanted things to work with Tessa…at least, he thought he did. Hopefully they could just get away and figure it out.