060. Drink
Brennan waits at the hospital, though nobody's asked. She worries that she ought to go back to the Jeffersonian and finish the falsified report, just in case anyone's started wondering exactly how she managed to find her missing partner when his own people couldn't. She realizes then that she hasn't told Booth about her lie, hasn't even thought about it, she's so certain he'll cover for her in his debriefing.
"Bones." Brennan jumps at the sound of his voice behind her. She glances at the clock, realizing she's lost several hours in her turmoil of thoughts. "You're still here?"
She nods once, sharply, and gets to her feet. "Ready?"
Booth gives her a confused look, and she has to suppress a fresh wave of anger at the dark shadows of bruises beginning to show on his cheek. "To go where?"
Brennan pauses for a long moment, then makes her best educated guess. "Breakfast? The diner will be opening in a few minutes."
He smiles, then winces a little. "You know, Bones, you could lose your job for lying to the federal government. Or worse."
"Breakfast?" she repeats.
His hand brushes over the small of her back, propelling her forward as he starts to walk. "Coffee sounds really good right about now."