This was supposed to be a light and cheerful little thing about Booth wanting to get a kiss from Brennan even though they were in the lab. My muse took me somewhere else, I guess.
These chapters are not in chronological order. This one takes place about two months after the end of season 6.
Enjoy! Reviews are always welcome :)
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own em'.
"Alright, careful, it's hot!" Booth put the Styrofoam cup on Brennan's desk. It was late, and Brennan had spent the day going through Izzie Thompson's injuries. Again. The case was going nowhere. They hadn't found cause of death, or the weapon that caused the peculiar injuries found on the victim's limbs. And the signs of sexual abuse were terrifying. This 15 year-old girl had gone through some terrible things throughout her life, and the first signs of it looked more than ten years old.
Brennan was exhausted, and desperately wanted to just go home, take a shower, curl up into a ball in Booth's arms and cry. The hormones from the pregnancy affected her judgment and interfered with her work. That coupled with what she knew about the victim's life was almost unbearable. At least I have Booth to come home to every night, she thought.
But she couldn't go home yet. She owed it to Izzie to find out what happened to her.
"Thanks Booth." Brennan said, and lowered her head back to the papers on her desk.
"Hey Bones." Booth said. She looked up. He was leaning on her desk, his face very close to hers.
"What?"
"You okay?" Booth looked concerned.
"Yes. I just need to finish going over the X-rays again and then I'll finish up for the night. You can go, it might take a while. Don't wait up."
Booth knew Bones well enough to notice when something was bothering her.
Brennan lowered her head again, but Booth's finger on her chin stopped it on its way down and held it firmly in place.
"Bones, it's me. You can tell me anything." Brennan sighed. He knew her too well.
She felt a lump in her throat and suddenly the tears started to flow.
Damn hormones.
Booth crossed the desk and Brennan got up to meet him. He wrapped his hands around her and she crumbled into him, sobbing.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here. It's okay." Booth murmured in her ear, stroking her hair.
Brennan lifted her head.
"This poor girl." She said.
"She was so young. Barely had a chance to experience life. And someone made what she did have of it miserable. Who would do something like this? She was just a child, Booth. Who would-"
Her voice broke and the tears streamed down her cheeks again. Booth held her until she stopped shaking, stroking her back, murmuring loving words into her hair and squeezing her close to him. Slowly Brennan calmed down, the sobbing stopped. Booth wiped the tears away from her eyes with his thumb and smiled at her. She managed a smile back.
"Can you please, for once, let me take you home and take care of you? You know, for me. Because I'm worried."
Brennan looked into his eyes. She saw so much love there. On nights she lay awake in her bed, unable to organize the rambling thoughts in her head long enough to catch some shut-eye, she would look at the form next to her. Sometimes Booth would turn over and wrap his hands around her waist in his sleep. And she would wonder how someone could love her like this, unconditionally. Before she met Booth she thought it was impossible.
She was proven wrong.
"Do you know how much I love you?" She asked him. It was the first time she had told Booth she loved him. He looked at her, surprised.
"You love me?"
"You thought otherwise?"
"No, I just… Never mind."
Booth's heart filled to the sound of those words. She loved him? He had never ruled out the possibility, but hearing her say it was something else.
"I love you too, Bones. I always loved you. More than you know."
Brennan kissed him, quite passionately. It took Booth a minute to realize that they were in her office, with the door open. He stopped their kiss and said "Bones, we're at the lab. No-one knows yet. I don't think this is how they should find out."
"I don't care how they find out." Brennan said and leaned back towards Booth to continue their kiss.
Only then did Booth notice Hodgins was standing in the doorway with a tray in his hand. He was wide-eyed and very still.
Booth coughed and straightened his tie. Moved away from Brennan.
"Hiya, Bug-boy. Bones here was just showing me, uh, something she found on the victim. You know how she likes to demonstrate how the assault went. Bones, I'm gonna wait in the car to take you home. To your apartment. And then I'll be going to mine." Another cough.
"Did the assault include passionate face-sucking?" Hodgins asked.
Booth's face grew hot.
"Right. That. You saw that. How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Booth tried to conceal his embarrassment with anger.
"Well, you know what? We have personal lives. I don't have to report everything I do back to you."
A pause.
"We just weren't ready to tell everyone yet. You understand." Booth added softly.
"Booth, relax. Everyone knows already," Hodgins said.
Brennan, who watched this whole exchanged quietly from the side, interfered.
"What do you mean everyone knows? The only one I told was Angela, who swore she wouldn't tell anyone." Only now did she notice her reflection in the window. Hair disheveled, eyes puffy, nose red. She quickly bound her hair back and tried her best to look respectable.
A hard thing to do after ten minutes of crying and another few of making out.
"You think we didn't notice how cozy you two have become with each-other? Plus you aren't bickering. Which is a nice change."
That earned Hodgins a stern look from Brennan and an I-will-take-out-my-gun-and-shoot-you one from her partner. He took a step back.
"I'll, um, leave you two to it." Hodgins turned.
"Dr. Hodgins, didn't you have something to show me?"
"It can wait." He turned and left.
Brennan turned to Booth. Smiled.
"Well, now that we know everyone knows…" She walked up to him.
"Wouldn't you rather go home? We can pick up where we left off there." Booth took her hand.
"Not sure I'll be able to wait that long."