I'm ba-ack! Sorry it's taken so long to up date, I'll do my best not to let it happen again! And since this was started before season 2 – actually during season 1, Cam is not going to be showing up and complicating things – sorry!
Booth's apartment was fairly small and every time Brennan had stood in the doorway, including now, she had a hard time believing that this was where Booth actually lived. As Tempe pushed the agent's wheelchair through the apartment door, she remembered her first rather childish image of where Booth might live when she had first met him – in one of the FBI buildings broom cupboards. This preliminary idea had been quickly dispelled, however, by rationality, though, it still often seemed that Agent Booth was sleeping in the black FBI SUV he drove or was almost constantly haunting the halls of the Jeffersonian. How else could he find her so quickly when he had a new cause that involved her?
The apartment had a very lived in feel. There was an ancient black leather couch that was starting to wear to gray on the seat cushions situated in front of a much newer looking television, a small clean kitchenette with a rectangular table next to and four chairs around the table. Across the room and slightly to the left was what appeared to be the bedroom and a bookshelf standing next to the opening. Temperance wheeled Booth purposefully in that direction barely sparing a glance for the bookshelf – she could look at that later, after Booth was in bed.
In his chair, Booth was drifting in and out of sleep and consciousness and was starting to lose focus on what was real versus what his imagination was conjuring up. Was he really in his apartment with Bones, or was he still at the Jeffersonian? In his mind he kept switching places as he drifted and therefore didn't really comprehend what was happening as Bones helped him onto the edge of his bed and eased off his suit jacket, tie, and shoes. Booth was convinced he was dreaming and that any moment now he would open his eyes and Bones would be kneeling next to him on the floor of the Jeffersonian lecturing about how stupid he had been to try and run down those stairs when he shouldn't have been at work that day in the first place. Though, Bones probably wouldn't put it quite like that – there would be more technical terms and references to bones that he, up until now, had never heard of and would more than likely never want to hear about again and all this would just make the splitting headache he already had much, much worse. …Though, it would be nice to know that Bones cared, even if it was in her own peculiar way of showing it. As Bones helped him lie down, Booth quickly drifted into an uneasy, feverish sleep.
Temperance sat silently on the edge of Booth's bed, watching her FBI partner sleep. Absently, she brushed a few wisps of his dark brown hair away from the cut on his forehead and inspected what was becoming a spectacular array of bruises across the right side of his face.
"You do seem to go out of the way to hurt yourself, Booth," muttered Tempe as she stood to look for something to clean out the cut with. On her way to the kitchenette where Brennan hoped Booth kept his medical supplies or maybe they'd be in the bathroom, Tempe glanced again at the agent's bookshelf and stopped. On the top, obviously in a place of honor, were all of her books all of which were showing the wear of multiple readings. She glanced curiously over the other titles on the shelves and found two the caught her interest. The first was entitled The Human Anatomy and the second and far more used looking of the two was A Detailed Study of the Human Skeletal System. Unable to resist, Temperance pulled the volume off the shelf and flipped it open. Next to the diagrams of various bones Booth had jotted down comments which, to her surprise, all related to previous cases she had worked with him on. Next to C1 through C4 of the vertebrae Brennan noticed that Booth had written "tend to be cut/grooved if throat slit" and under a note scribbled next to a diagram of a female skull a short hand that Brennan couldn't quite read she noticed he had written "ask Bones about."
So, Booth had taken an acute interest in the skeletal system since he had started working with her? Interesting. Slipping the book back on the shelf and storing this new information in the back of her mind to meditate upon later, Temperance started her search a disinfectant.
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