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Chapter 15

Booth sighed as he flipped through the information that they had gotten from the witness. He had described the attacker as being a tall man, with broad shoulders and a distinctively large, pointed nose. He had the notes from the interrogation too, and he would have to find an artist that wasn't Angela to recreate the face. He wasn't sure if Brennan wanted to keep it secret, but best be safe than sorry.

He was sitting at a red light in his SUV, waiting for it to turn green. He was on his way back to his apartment to pick up some different shoes. The ones he had on were killing his feet, he shouldn't have listened to Angela when she said he needed new shoes, his old ones were just fine. He didn't know how much longer it would be until he was limping around his office, so he just decided to go back home and pick up his old ones on his lunch break.

Pete, although he had been helpful, had been extremely hard for Booth to listen to. He didn't know if it was the fact he was talking about Brennan's attacker, or if he was just crazy. Maybe he was just angry at himself. He wasn't really sure, but Sweets had a good point when he told him not to take his anger on himself out on others.

Booth stepped on the gas when the light turned green, eager to get home and swap shoes. He could feel blisters already forming on the heels of his feet. He had even taken his shoes off while he was driving, he didn't really need them now anyway.

Once he had reached his apartment, and parked the car, he made his way upstairs. Walking uncomfortably through the hall to his residence, he held the files close to his side, not wanting to drop them. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his key, fiddling with it for a moment before he was able to hold it correctly. He pushed it into the knob, and twisted it to the right, unlocking his door.

He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. He placed the files onto the couch end table, and walked into his kitchen. He opened the fridge, and looked inside. He really needed to go food shopping, he barely had anything. And Brennan needed to eat more often now that she was pregnant. She let out a sigh when the thought came to mind. He knew she wanted an abortion, he could tell by the way she talked about the baby, who technically wasn't even a baby yet. But to Booth it was important, he knew she didn't want it, but he did.

He closed the door, not finding anything that interested him. He slipped off his shoes and set them next to his couch. As he walked over to his bedroom, he felt himself trip over something. He looked down to see black woman's heels in the middle of the floor. He could have sworn that Brennan had worn them to the lab that day. The pain in his feet must have been getting to him. He opened the door to his bedroom, and headed to his closet. He found his old shoes, and slipped them on.

He turned around, and went back out to his bedroom. But when he glanced up at is bed, he saw something he had not expected.

Brennan was lying in his bed, asleep. Her tangled hair covered her face, and was sprawled out over the pillow that her head rested on. Booth stood, confused as to why she was home early, but more so as to why she was currently in his bed. He pondered whether or not to wake her, she looked so peaceful, and like she was finally getting the sleep she needed.

But that didn't mean she could just use his bed when he wasn't around. He stepped forward, and tapped her shoulder.

"Bones."

Brennan didn't stir. She just kept breathing steadily.

Booth grasped her shoulder with his hand, shaking her softly.

"Bones," He repeated, moving her torso.

He saw Brennan's eyes flicker open, her vibrant blue gaze meeting his soft brown one. She groaned, pushing her hair out of her face, and closing her eyes again.

"Booth. You weren't supposed to be home until... later," She said sleepily. Booth suddenly felt bad for waking her, she had dark circles under her eyes, and it looked as if she hadn't gotten a decent rest in quite some time. And him disturbing a nap certainly didn't seem to help.

"Yeah, neither were you," He said sympathetically, patting her shoulder with a firm hand.

"I'm sorry..." She said, rolling over onto her other side so that she wasn't facing him.

"Sorry about what? Sleeping in my bed when I'm work?" He chuckled playfully.

"Yes," She admitted guiltily, "I'm just, so tired. And the couch, gets so uncomfortable after a month," Brennan grumbled, twisting her head to look back at Booth.

"Oh Bones, you could have told me that the couch wasn't working out for you. I'll gladly switch with you," He said, giving her a small smile to show that he was sincere.

"But you have such a bad back, you won't be able to sleep comfortably on the couch either," She sighed, staring at him with sad eyes.

"Wait Bones... How did you get here from the lab? You don't have your car. You didn't take a cab, did you?" Booth asked when the thought dawned on him. She shouldn't be going anywhere alone. Or... not without him at least.

"Don't get to so protective... Angela drove me anyways. It's no big deal, Booth," She said, giving her shoulders a slight shrug.

"Like Angela could protect you if anything happened," Booth sighed, clearly frustrated with her decision, "You could have called me Bones. I would have driven you home if you would have just let me know."

"Well, I didn't feel like bothering you at work. And besides, she was there, you weren't. It was easier."

"Since when do you do things the easy way?" Brennan was surprised at Booth's words, until she looked up to see a cocky smile on his face.

"Oh, you're being humorous, I see."

"Of course," He said, widening his smile and walking towards the bedroom door, "You stay here, I'll make us dinner."

"Are you sure Booth? I am an excellent cook," She said, taking her turn at a cocky smile.

Brennan saw Booth raise his eyebrows playfully, "Are you sure you're not too tired?" He asked.

"I'm sure, I got a good two hours before you got home," She said, sliding her legs around so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, "And besides, Angela is going to take me to her house. Something about a girls night and watching movies. I should get up anyways."

"Alrighty then, what are you hungry for?" He said, rubbing his hands together.

"Spaghetti?" Asked Brennan, standing up from the bed, and stretching out her arms and legs.

"Sounds good to me," Said Booth, placing a hand on the small of Brennan's back as she walked through the door.

Booth led Brennan into the kitchen, grabbing a pot from a cabinet and handing it to her.

"Put some water onto boil, would ya Bones?" He asked, opening the pantry.

"Sure," She said, filling the pot with tap water and placing it on a burner. She saw Booth grab the pasta as she turned the dial to medium.

"Tomato sauce?" Booth asked, holding a jar of, presumably, tomato sauce. Brennan nodded her head as he twisted the top off, and placed the jar on the counter.

Brennan felt her stomach growl when she smelled the sauce, she hadn't eaten since this morning, and she was facing the consequences. She knew she had to eat soon, it wasn't good for her – Or the baby.

"Someone's hungry," Booth laughed when her stomach growled loudly.

"Well, I haven't eaten much today. It's the body's natural response when it detects food nearby."

"Of course it is," Booth laughed. He had missed the old Bones, the logical side of her. It had been replaced by a quiet, and fragile side of her, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. He was just glad she was getting back on track.

Brennan looked around Booth's fridge as he started on the sauce. There were alphabet magnets, probably from Parker's younger years, and several pictures of him and Parker. There were lots of them playing football together. And then he had stuck a picture from Christmas at her house up there, it included Booth, Angela, Hodgins, Cam, her father, and herself. And a select picture of him and Jared.

Suddenly, Brennan felt something hit the back of her head. She reached back, only to find a limp noodle clinging to her hair. She turned around, to see a shocked Booth standing behind her.

"Bones – I'm so sorry. I heard that of you threw a noodle at the fridge, and it stuck, that it was done," He said, chuckling guiltily.

Brennan looked over to the pot of noodles, and before she knew it, she was reaching in and grabbing noodles.

"Bones, now don't-"

Booth stopped talking when Brennan tossed noodles at his face. Brennan couldn't help but giggle when the noodles stuck to the side of his chin. He opened his eyes, and laughed too.

"Oh it's on now," He said, grabbing more noodles that sat higher up in the pot.

Brennan ducked before the noodles hit her face. Next thing she knew, noodles were flying. It was an all out food fight between her and Booth. She laughed as she threw more strands of pasta at him, jumping around his kitchen, trying not to step on the noodles scattered across the floor.

Brennan looked over to the counter, seeing a large spoon covered in sauce, and reached for it.

She flung the sauce from the spoon, and it landed in the center of Booth's shirt leaving a large splatter of tomato on his chest. Brennan looked shocked that it had made such a mess, and looked at Booth with an apologetic look.

He tilted his head, "You're lucky this isn't one of my good shirts," He laughed. Brennan smiled as he came over to the bowl and reached his hands inside, scooping up sauce. He let it drizzle from his hands, onto her head, and let it trail down the side of her head.

"I look like one of our victims, don't I?" She asked, staring at his eyes.

"You sure do Bones," Booth chuckled, "You've got a little sauce right there..." He said, wiping a drop of sauce from her nose with his thumb.

Brennan felt her heartbeat pick up at his touch. She noticed that Booth's eyes looked darker than they usually did, they were a color she hadn't seen before, almost black. It took her a while to realize how close they were, so close in fact, that she could feel his breath on her face. She involuntarily licked her lips, looking up into his eyes. She shivered when their noses brushed against each other, and searched his eyes. She didn't see anything in particular, but he closed his eyes before she could look any deeper into them. She followed suit, and waited for what was about to happen.

She gasped slightly when his lips touched hers. He tasted like spaghetti, but she should have expected that. The kiss was gentle, yet strong. It was something she had missed, ever since that night outside the Hoover, she had forgotten how nice it felt to be kissed. She felt Booth's hands cup the side of her face, leaving sauce on her cheeks. She reached up, pulling on the collar of his shirt as it became more heated. She felt his tongue glide along the bottom of her lip, and she could tell she had gotten goosebumps. Booth's hand glided down her neck, and to her shoulder that was exposed by the loose fitting sleep shirt.

On the other hand, she had not forgotten how it felt to be touched.

She didn't like it.

She placed her hands on Booth's chest, and pushed him back, separating their lips.

She opened her eyes, to see a confused -and hurt- Booth, staring back at her. She felt her own eyes fill with tears as she saw his expression.

"Booth," She said, hearing her own voice crack.

She leaned back into him, but just for a hug. Wrapping her arms tight around his torso as she rested her head in his chest.

His arms soon wrapped around her as well.

Brennan was confused as to what had just happened, but she was glad it hadn't gone any further.

Even if it did hurt Booth.

GASP. I'm so evil :)