I bet that pie was good, but I have something more for you, a bed!! Would you want to lie down, relax and read the next chapter? Go ahead!
My very own beta reader says that this Brennan is too much inspired in my sleeping habits and morning moods... I say I'm guilty of that...
Anyways, thanks for the reviews so far, they inspire me to write new chapters on this story, and believe me, it's now really easy to come up with inspiration for these sins!
Acedia & Industria
It was the beginning of a new typical day of work. Everyone was already gathered around tables of paperwork and all sorts of scientific tools and technology. The Jeffersonian was, once again, bursting with real human life.
He walked through the glass doors and into the large room. His paces directed him along the room and into another in the corner, in search of his favorite doctor.
Peeking his head through the slightly open door his eyebrows arched in disbelief seeing her office empty, no one in sight.
For a moment he looked taken aback. This was quite unusual. She was always the first one to arrive, the last one to depart.
He immediately ran around, searching for her.
In his rampant seek he came crashing into the artist, just the one person who should know where her friend was hiding.
"Angela, thank God…" He said panting now "Have you seen Bones today? She's not in her office… and I don't know where she is!" Nearly going insane.
"Oh sweetie, now that you mention it, I haven't seen her all morning. I even thought she was with you… you know…" She wangled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
But that didn't matter for he was already walking away, leaving the artist to her own daydream.
He immediately picked the phone and dialed the first number on speed dial, hers.
It rang several times with no answer.
The only solution in his hands was return from the way he came, back in his car and drive in the direction of her house. He was now a very frustrated man. His heart pounded heavy in his chest with worry.
In several minutes he arrived at her door, relief hit him once seeing her car parked at the front oh the building, but now another emotion ran by him, despair.
If she was here, something bad must have happened.
His hand brushed the door firmly. Without a response he knocked again, this time more forcefully. Nothing still.
Grabbing the knob he forced his shoulder against the wood, flying the door open.
"Damn… my shoulder." He whispered with gritted teeth, rubbing a hand against his side.
He moved inside the apartment, in the direction of her room. Everything was so quiet, not a single sound in the air.
Reaching for the door he opened it carefully, looking inside.
The vision before him settled in his chest, warming and calming his worries.
In the bed, among messy white sheets, lay one world renowned bestselling author and forensic anthropologist.
Her body was spread along the bed, a pillow placed over her head, one long white leg coming out of the mess, tempting his eyes.
"God Bones, never scare me like that again." He sighed to himself with relief. She was fine, just sleeping.
Still sleeping? At 11:30 in the morning? Something was definitely wrong.
He walked closer to the bed and simply let his weight sat near her body.
His hand was placed in her shoulder, warm and shaking slightly, trying to wake the woman. The only answer he received was a simple turning in the bed; her back was now facing him.
"Come on Bones!" He shook her shoulder once again.
The pillow came flying by, hitting his face.
"Go away Booth…" She groaned with a voice full of sleep. "I don't want to go to work today."
"Wait… what?" He was stunned at the bluntness of her statement. For sure he was in some alternative universe where she was replaced by some other woman. "Who are you and what have you done with my Bones?"
"I don't…"
"Know what that means… I know" He sighed.
There was silence for a long time, neither wanted to acknowledge the presence or reactions of one another. So he just stood there, facing her back, following her steady breathing.
She had her eyes shut tightly, avoiding the brightness of the light that shone in the room through the open curtains. All that she wanted now was going back to sleep once again.
He sighed after a while, really concerned now. "Care to explain why?"
"I'm so tired Booth. I've been doing this job for a long time." She allowed herself to open her eyes and stare out of the window, still laid down, never facing him. "Don't get me wrong, I love it. But lately it's been too much. Everywhere I look there's death, there's insanity, there's broken hearts and irrationality.
I just can't take it anymore." She sighed. "And part of this is your fault!" Then turned around, facing him.
Her hair was all over the pillow; her eyes were bright with morning moisture. She never looked more beautiful to him.
"Me? How come it's my fault?" Sometimes, even he didn't understand what was going through that brilliant brain of hers.
"Yes you! Everything was just fine until you came. I was extremely successful at compartmentalizing my emotions. But now…
You gave me so much heart…" It was barely a whisper.
He only smiled to himself. Even she, his Bones, had a real human side like everyone else, and he never doubted that, for as much as she tried to hide it away. She doubts the things she does, and even with all the rational logic, still has space for a moment of uncertainty.
"You know… my partner often says to me that she is the top in her field. She is the very best, most brilliant, intelligent and succeeded woman I know." He offered quietly hoping she would consider his words.
"She loves what she does and has the conscience of how important is her expertise, how necessary to the world. Without her, families would still wonder what happened to their loved ones, people would still lie dead, forgotten somewhere, waiting for their story to be heard. And she listens to them. She cares about them."
Every word ran in her mind. It was true, all of that. She loved doing it, bringing solace to the families of the ones that were gone and making the world safer, even more doing it alongside him. But still… all the death…
When she didn't answer he sighed deeply in defeat, looking straight in her eyes. He didn't know what to say anymore to restore the hope in this woman who was in so much need of some.
A smile crept in his lips. His hand went to rest and caress the side of her face, his thumb running absently near her lips.
"You, Temperance Brennan, are being lazy! And that is a sin, a condemned one. You should know, as an anthropologist, that no society evolved with sloth."
She rolled her eyes fighting back a grin. How infuriating he could be sometimes.
"Did you know that some civilizations saw apathy towards a situation or an object in pursuit, a productive way to achieve results? Due to the fact that over straining yourself brings no more better results than slowing procedural and reasonable thoughts toward that particular situation, thus you can say, that by being "lazy" I'm just preserving my mental capacities for when they are really needed" She finished her speech with a victorious full smile lighting her face.
She was back, and he knew it. Looking straight in her eyes his smile faded.
"They need you, Temperance. There's no one better than you."
Leaning close to her ear he whispered in secret "And I need you too…"
Her brain was a mile per hour once again; a shiver ran down her spine at the soft touch of his voice. She needed to do it. It was imperative.
She laughed softly at the irrationality of the whole situation.
Throwing the other pillow in his face, she lifted her weight of the bed and slowly walked to the bathroom, ready to start a late day.
Before he could turn away to leave the privacy of her room, her head peeked out the door to face him.
"You know I don't believe in sins, right?"
He chuckled softly. Same old Bones.
"Yes. But you believe in logical anthropologic stuff, so…"
She smiled brightly, turning around.
"I got you there Bones…" He smiled to himself and walked away.
Even she could have a little taste of sloth once in a while.
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