Hey! Look I really have only seen one episode of season 2 so I don't know if Booth's got a house or an apartment, I'm thinking a house cause he has Parker at the weekend. But ohhhh well I'm gonna go for house but please tell me if it isn't. And can I say I completely forgot about Cam, she just doesn't exist in this instead of Zach going away to Iraq Cam goes away for another job. Haha can't belive I forgot Cam, oh well. Oh and here are Cookies for...
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The drive to Booth's was quiet, completely silent, Booth was not humming along to songs on the radio as he normaly did, he just sat silently his eyes fixed on the road in front of him. Brennan however seemed quite content, she seemed less anxious than Booth. But they were now almost used to the fact that people were after Brennan: Jamie Kenton, The Gravedigger, Epps and now Calvin and his crew. Brennan knew that when Booth was like this, all protective and alpha male, she had to cooperate with him because if she didn't something bad would probably happen.
"I'm gonna call Ange, to tell her what happened." Brennan piped up.
"No problem." He said averting his eyes from the road for the first time.
Brennan took her cell from her pocket and dialled her best friends number and waited for a reply. Many rings later Angela answered and Brennan began explaining to her friend what happened.
"So your telling me Miami Beach Hotty is a raging weirdo that wants to kill you?" Angela asked, raising her eyebrows down the phone.
"Yes." Brennan said simply.
"So what did the FBI do?" Angela asked, concerned.
"Well, I'm not allowed to go to work and I'm under lockdown with Booth." Brennan said, putting a smile on Angela's face.
Booth hearing his name, turned around oblivious to the conversation and suddenly began to listen, not taking his eyes from the road infront of him but still listening intently.
"Mhhh, no work and under lockdown with FBI Stud Muffin you didn't protest did you?" Angela asked, shocked.
"Yes she did!" Booth jumped in.
"Because a little birdy told me you did." Angela said, receiving a knowing smile from Brennan. "Do you know for how long?" Angela asked.
"We don't know, Cullen said as long as it takes." Brennan replied.
"Well, you and Booth have fun." Angela smiled.
"Fun, Angela your best friend is being hunted down by nutcases, is that your view of fun?" Booth shouted to Angela, taking both women back.
"Okay, sorry, Sweetie watch out Booth could be one of the nutcases, cause during this phone call I've heard enough." Angela whispered.
"I am not one of the nutcases!" shouted Booth, beginning to get aggrevated.
"Okay, how good is his hearing?" Angela asked stunned.
"Okay this is probably one of the most idiotic phone call I've even had, I'm hanging up bye Ange." Brennan said, quickly hanging the phone up before Angela could speak.
Brennan stowed her cell away in her pocket and turned her attention to Booth who was, hiding his anger terribly by placing his clenched fist in front of his mouth. Brennan raised her eye brows at him questionably but he still stared out of the wind-screen at the cars zooming past. Brennan kept looking over at him until he felt her gaze on the side of his head. He finally turned to look at her, biting the inside of his lip he shook his head and sighed.
"I've never met a forensic anthropologist that gets into as much trouble as you do, Bones." Booth stated, still looking back and forth from the road to his partner and back again.
"What other forensic anthropologists have you met?" Brennan asked, eye brows raised arms folded.
"Thankfully just the one, cause if the rest of them are like you, god help us." Booth said.
"Thanks Booth." She said sarcastically.
"No, problem Bones." Booth smiled, nodding towards her.
About five minutes later they arrived outside Booth's house which was nearly all the way across town from Brennan's apartment which was in a busy area of D.C compared to Booth's which was in a much quieter area. She grabbed her bag which was at her feet and followed Booth up to his door. He took his keys from his pocket and stuck it lazily into the door, turning it slowly and opening the door, throwing his keys onto a small table in the hallway. Brennan kicked off her shoes and placed them beside the table on which Booth just threw his keys.
She followed Booth into the living room where Booth quickly disappeared, gun in hand, searching the rooms of his own house. Brennan shook her head and turned back around to a living room which screamed Seeley Booth. Huge TV mounted on the wall across from the couch, which wasn't much smaller than Brennan's. Games Consoles with the controllers and its wires strewn across the room. Pictures hanging on the wall of Booth with Parker, others of him with members of the FBI and other from she thought when he returned from the army. She walked to a small table which was up against a wall which had three pictures laid randomly around the table. One of her, Booth, Angela, Hodgins and Zach at Angela and Hodgins ' wedding '. Booth only uses air quotes as he still doesn't know if they are married or not.
She looked down at the picture smiling, she began to look onto the other pictures scattered around Booth's living room. By the time she had finished looking she kept asking herself the question ' How does Booth know that many people?' When she was walking around the room she hadn't even noticed the FBI agent watching her from the kitchen door, his shoulder leaning on the door frame and his head lolling onto the frame. She looked up after several minutes of oblivion, with Booth looking at her from across the room.
"You've got a lot of pictures." Brennan commented.
"Yeah, a certain 4 year old told me to put pictures up and I ended up putting up about...fifty." Booth said, strolling around the room.
"Ah, so your scared of my neighbour and Parker?" Brennan asked, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"No...Just your neighbour." Booth admitted.
"Don't worry, Angela actually asks me to come down to walk her up to my door because she is terrified of her." Brennan said, rolling her eyes at both Angela and Booth.
"I think I'll start doing that." Booth said, now in deep thought.
"Brilliant." Brennan lied.
Booth looked at his watch and sighed, 16.23, it had already been early afternoon before they had woken up and by the time they had left for the Bureau it had been late afternoon. "You hungry?" Booth asked finally.
"Yeah." She smiled, following him into the kitchen.
When she entered the kitchen she was almost blinded by the light flooding through the patio windows, sending glares of light throughout the room, making it almost impossible to see. After much squinting she finally found a seat in the middle of the room and turned around her back facing the patio doors, she opened her eyes and there were many spots and blurs in her vision until it finally got used to the reduced lighting. Booth closed the fridge door and shrugged in exasperation, he looked up at Brennan who's back was now facing him. He walked up to the table and grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside her, folding his arms and sighing.
"Looks like its gonna have to be Wong Foo's Bones." He said, not at all bothered.
"What else do we eat?" Brennan asked, eyes rolling.
Booth stood up and began to make his way for the door, closely followed by Brennan, who was now thinking What else do we really eat?
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Booth and Brennan had decided to get take-out, partially because it was too dangerous to eat out and partially because there was a football game on TV which Booth just had to watch. Brennan began to keep up with what was actually happening on the game, she at least knew when to celebrate and when not to, which was indicated by Booth either cheering or him shouting something incoherent at the referee. Although she didn't know who was even playing she knew that the team Booth was rooting for won, unlike the team Booth supported who lost the game they were watching the night before. After the game Booth stood up and took all the plates and cutlery into the kitchen and began washing the dishes, Brennan then strolled in with two glasses and placed the on the surface beside him, grabbing a dish towel as she walked past him.
She waited until he had washed a plate then she picked it up and began drying it, then finally placing it in a pile beside her. They continued washing and drying the dishes in silence, only the indistinct chattering of the TV in the background could be heard. Booth placed another plate in on the sink next to him and looked down at the bubbles who were now almost looking up at him, he looked at the mischeviously and picked up a great mound in his hand and waited for Brennan to turn around. As soon as she turned around, Booth blew the pile of bubbles straight into her face. The bubbles were now caked over her entire face which made Booth laugh loudly as soon as he saw the expression, on what he could see of her face. Brennan pursed her lips and wiped the bubbles from her eyes, looking up at Booth who now had to look away because he was now laughing uncontrolably.
Brennan took this opportunity, she filled up a glass of water and poured it directly over Booth's head, making splashes everywhere. She breathed in heavily as he turned around to face her, he had droplets of water gathering at the tip of his nose and it finally dropped to the floor, making a huge racket due to the fact that the room was completely silent. Brennan desperately held that single breath in, also trying not to burst out laughing. Booth slowly reached over to the sink, picking up the glass Brennan had just used and filled it to the brim with water. She finally let the breath out and left her mouth agape, eyes widening she began to slowly back away.
"Your in for it." Booth threatened.
Before she could even think, she was doused with the entire glass of water now she was completely drenched with water. She now grabbed another cup of water and threw it across the room at Booth who was also soaked. Brennan hadn't noticed until Booth had flinched from her water attack that her t-shirt was now completely see through. She put her hands on her hips and looked from her top to Booth and back again. Booth just laughed unsympathetically and stood up straight, immitating Brennan he looked from his t-shirt to Brennan and back again. She shook her head and smiled.
"Truce?" Brennan offered.
"Truce." Booth agreed, putting the cup half filled with water on the table in front of him.
Brennan pulled her bobble from her hair and dragged her hair over her shoulder, wringing out the excess water. "I'm absolutely drenched Booth." Brennan moaned.
"Yeah, me too." Booth said sighing.
Booth shook his head and looked down at his shirt which was now clinging to his body for dear life, shaking his head he began to unbutton his shirt and threw it infront of the washing-machine. Revealing his muscular physique which made Brennan's cheeks redden and she turned away in embarrassment. Booth smiled at his partner who was now looking around the room aimlessly until Booth strolled past her and out into the hall-way.
Booth returned with two towels and threw one over to Brennan and began rubbing the ends of her hair with the towel, not really drying her hair. Booth put the towel over his head and began rubbing it vigorously over his head, which compared to Brennan's method, worked. Booth then began to dry his torso when there was a sequence of chaps at the door, Booth made his way through his apartment and opened the door to none other than Cullen.
"Booth, why are you all wet?" Cullen asked sternly.
"Uhm...I got water on me." Booth said smartly, receiving no laughs from Cullen.
Booth opened the door wider to let Cullen in and Cullen walked in closing the door firmly behind him, Booth quickly walked into the kitchen tapping Brennan on the back while she was drying her hair and she stood up straight pulling the towel from her head, revealing a ball of frizz. Booth shifted his eyes towards the door where Cullen was standing with his hands behind his back, looking around the room.
He stepped into the kitchen, occasionally skipping out of the way of the many puddles now residing on the path infront of him. He looked up to both of them, who were standing innocently at the opposite sides of the room.
"Doctor Brennan, I'm guessing you got water on you also." Cullen guessed.
"Yes Sir, thats why I'm wet." Brennan answered.
"Obviously, anyway I'm hear to tell you both that Calvin James and Co have been spotted in D.C, so be careful, both of you." He said pointing back and forth to them both. He spun on his heel, turned out of the kitchen and out of Booth's apartment leaving Brennan and Booth in deep thought.
Meanwhile, many doors down, a black Mercedes sat parked innocently in the camouflage of the dark night sky. One man sat in the drivers lighting a ciggarette, the flash of the lighter brightening the surrounding area, momentarily then it suddenly died out. The other man sat sharpening a knife in the seat next to him, every so often stealing malicious glances to the house they had been watching for almost two hours now. And the finally man sat in the back, sticking his head in between the two front seats cracking his knuckles and clenching his fists, laughing evily to himself.
"So, Boss. When we gonna do this?" Ben Johnson asked evily.
"Tomorrow night, but now...we're just gonna have to wait." He laughed in reply. His eyes squinting towards the house and the hand with the ciggarette in it pointing towards the house as he laughed malevolently with his crew.
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There we go! Theres chapter 13. Who wants more cookies???? I'm back to School tomorrow so your next chapter will be on Sunday!!!