Brennan sat clutching her steering wheel thinking about her and Booth. A smile slowly spreads across her face.
Top and Bottom
Brennan and Booth opened the door to the place they were staying. Going undercover was fun and Brennan always enjoyed pretending. They had been working on a case dealing with a traveling salesman, whose bones were discovered in a laundry mat dryer.
Booth and Brennan were pretending they were a married traveling sales couple, struggling to make it in the world. In reality, they were tracing the salesman's route, looking for clues of his demise.
Booth stopped and looked in horror at the bedroom he saw in front of him.
Brennan pushed past him to see what the handsome FBI Agent was looking at.
Brennan squealed with delight.
"Bunk beds! Wow! I have always wanted to sleep in a bunk bed!" Brennan ran over to them and sat down.
"No. We are not staying here Bones!" Booth whispered to his partner.
"Booth, we have barely scratched the surface of this case and we need to look like we are people that cannot 'afford' to stay anywhere else." Brennan smiled and bounced lightly on the bed. "Besides, they seem comfortable."
"Bones, we are not staying here." Booth backed out of the room.
"What is the matter with you? Would you rather have the bottom?"
"No. I don't like the bottom. Bones-"
"So, then you can sleep on the top." Brennan climbed the ladder and sat on the top of the bed. "Wow! This is really great!" Brennan smiled from ear to ear.
"Didn't you ever have bunk beds as a kid Bones?" Booth smirked at the reaction of his partner.
"No. I always wanted them, but I never got them." Brennan leaned back and looked at the ceiling. "Did you have bunk beds Booth?"
"Yeah." Booth came in the room the rest of the way and set his stuff at the end of the bed. "I am tired. Let's just sleep."
"I think I would like to sleep up here tonight…if you do not mind."
"Fine, Bones. That's fine."
Booth and Brennan got ready for bed. Both of them lay in their separate beds waiting for sleep to whisk them away.
Brennan lay awake looking up at the ceiling.
Booth lay awake with his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to remember the last time he was in a bunk bed.
"Booth?" Brennan whispered.
"Yeah, Bones."
"You are still awake then?"
"I am talking to you, aren't I?"
Brennan turned on her side.
"Do you think we will solve this case? We have very little to go on." Brennan tucked her hair behind her ear.
"We always solve the case Bones. What kind of question is that?" Booth grumbled.
"You seem upset."
"I am just tired and would like to sleep." Booth rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. "Goodnight Bones."
"Goodnight Booth."
Sounds from the night filled the room and the wind rattled the windows outside.
"Booth?" Brennan asked.
"What Bones?" Booth said through his teeth.
She popped her head around the side of the bed and hung upside down smiling at Booth.
"Hi!"
"Bones! Really? Time for sleep." Booth turned over the other way.
Brennan twisted her face and sighed at her partner.
"Booth, what is your problem?"
"I do not have a problem."
"You have been in a fowl mood ever since we have come in this room. Did you want the top bunk? I can move." Brennan's hair still dangled upside down as she asked her partner questions.
Booth sighed and knew that he would not be getting any sleep unless he fulfilled his partner's questions.
"I do not want the top bunk. I don't like bunk beds." Booth whispered.
"Why?" Brennan looked into her partners eyes.
Booth let out a loud sigh and sat up in his bed. He stood up and lifted a hanging Brennan upright. Leaning on the ladder he spoke softly.
"When I was a kid, Jared and I had bunk beds."
"Which one did you get?" Bones asked him excitedly.
"Bones, geez, it doesn't matter." He saw the hurt in her eyes. "The top one." Booth muttered.
Brennan smiled as Booth continued.
"Well, I loved those things. They were the coolest. We would make forts and jump off of the top, we had so much fun." Booth looked at the floor.
"It sounds like you loved the bunk beds." Brennan scooted closer to her partner.
"I did, until one night." Booth sighed. "My dad came home and, you know, he had been drinking."
Brennan placed one hand on her partners shoulder.
"He was going after Jared and I pushed him out of the way. Dad came after me but I ran. The bunk beds made Jared and I feel so safe, so I ran up my ladder, thinking he couldn't get me." Booth held his breath and closed his eyes.
"It seemed like hours he clawed and swung, it was only minutes. After that, I could never sleep in a bunk bed again." Booth climbed down the ladder and paced the room.
Brennan did not know what to say. She looked at the distress of her partner and knew something had to be done. She jumped down the ladder and walked up to Booth with a smile.
"Will you help me?" Brennan looked him in the eyes.
Booth nodded his head as he watched his partner run over to the bunk beds. Brennan whipped the blankets and pillows off of the top bunk. She lifted the mattress up and let it slide down to the floor.
"Bones, what are you doing?" Booth watched his partner.
"Well, these beds come apart and they will not be bunked anymore."
"But, you love the bunk beds…" Booth walked towards his partner.
Brennan smiled and motioned for him to come over and help her. They slowly lifted the bed and separated them. Brennan remade her bed and climbed back in. Booth stood there for a moment and then smiled and walked towards her bed.
"Thanks Bones. Sweet dreams." He bent down wanting to kiss her on the forehead, but decided not to.
Brennan thought for a moment her partner was going to kiss her, but that he changed his mind at the last moment.
"You are welcome Booth. You are always welcome. Goodnight."