Brotherly Love?
By wired2damoon
Chapter 12: Packing Up And Checking In
A/N: Okay folks, I'm finished my exams…(well nearly, just one more to go, on Tuesday 17th) so I decided to update. Some Tony/Roxie action for you now my sweeties!
Disclaimer: If Bones was mine, trust me I'd have Brennan removing Booth's shinning FBI standard issue body armour. Seeing as he is still fully clothed, you can conclude I do not own any of Bones. Only the plot is mine and of course the OCs.
Heaving a shaky sigh, Temperance Brennan raised an equally shaky hand to the door and knocked lightly, twice.
Trying to compose herself (as she was breathing heavily from running all the way from the car) she ran a palm across her forehead and willed desperately for her partner to open his door.
After waiting another beat and with still no FBI agent opening his door, Brennan leaned up to the doorframe and began fishing for the spare key.
Smirking slightly as her hand clasped around the silver key she couldn't help but roll her eyes. First she found his key under a fake rock and now on the door-frame? Booth would really have to think outside box when it came to spare key hiding-places.
Gripping the key in her hand she slipped it into the key-hole and turned the door handle gently.
The door creaked softly as she pushed it slightly agar, her sea-blue eyes squinting in the dim light.
"Booth?" she called, reminding herself that she should announce her presence, remembering the last time she just stormed into her partner's apartment, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Booth its me…I-I knocked but there was no-"
Brennan stopped talking abruptly as she realised that his leaving room was entirely empty.
Frowning to herself she began walking across the room towards the kitchen.
"Booth? Where are you?"
She entered the kitchen and found it too to be empty.
"Booth where-" suddenly a loud thump omitted throughout the apartment.
Turning sharply, her senses heightened, Brennan raced back into the living room and towards the noise, grabbing a fire poker as she did so.
Her mind began to overflow frantically with possibilities. Where the hell was Booth? Did he make that noise or was it an intruder? Was he hurt? Did he need help? She just had to make sure…
As she made her way to what she knew as Booth's bedroom door, her heart couldn't help but race.
Gripping the poker in her right hand, she pushed open the door with her left, making it bang against the wall loudly and startle the figure who was standing by the bed violently.
"What the-" they began to yell but Brennan had already bounded into the room, the poker held high at her side.
Swinging around, Seeley Booth withdrew his gun and aimed it menacingly in front of him.
His chocolate-brown eyes searched desperately in the dim darkness and he let out a hiss of annoyance as he was met by the wild-looking, heavy-breathing Temperance Brennan, brandishing what looked like his fire poker in her hand.
"Geez Bones! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! What the hell are you doing? I nearly shot you!" he yelled angrily lowering his gun and glaring at her pointedly.
Temperance, who still had the poker raised, glared right back.
"I was coming in here to check on you! You didn't answer your door so I let myself in, then, I couldn't find you anywhere in the apartment, I was calling your name but you still didn't answer and then I heard a loud noise coming from in here and I didn't know what to think", she snapped, letting the poker fall to the floor as anger surged through her.
The two partners stood in the darkened bedroom, glaring into each other's hardened gazes, each feeling a little on edge and rather foolish.
Booth looked as if he was about to attempt to step closer to Brennan before re-thinking it and muttering, "well I'm fine, just…I'm just doing a bit of packing…" as he tore his eyes from her's and turned back to the bed.
Finally, Temperance saw the source of the loud noise, a suitcase with various items strewn about lay hazzardly on the bedroom floor.
"Packing? For what?" she asked, trying to keep her voice level as she attempted to calm herself.
"We're leaving early Bones…we have to stop by your place when we're done here…" he mumbled, not turning to face her, although she could see his shoulders slump even in the impending darkness.
"Okay, sure, I understand…" she replied softly, all anger now evaporated from her as she remembered the fate of her partner's brother.
"I'm just finishing up here, then…we'll be ready to go…" he sighed, leaning forward and gathering up his belongings from the floor.
Temperance jumped forward suddenly. "Let me help you…"
Her hands reached out to catch the other end of the suitcase before he had time to argue.
Booth glanced at her sideways for a moment as she began re-folding his clothes and placing them neatly into the case. He frowned deeply, pondering her actions, knowing that she had never helped him with such things before…he was grateful…
"Thanks Bones…" he murmured, looking away.
Catching his quiet murmur of gratitude, Brennan merely shrugged and kept working, trying desperately to ignore how close they were standing and how often their hands seemed to touch as they gathered up the belongings on the bed.
"Nearly ready Bones, we really need to get going. I've already talked to Cullen and it's a four hour drive and-"
"-Booth, I'm ready…" Brennan interjected in a calm, quiet voice, as she walked into the room hearing the impatience in her partner's tone. She couldn't say she blamed him.
Booth merely nodded in reply, he seemed unable to verbally reply, as he stood their gawking at her.
Brennan was now wearing the little black dress he had bought for her when they visited Las Vegas two years ago.
Booth's eyes travelled up and down for a moment, before he caught himself and cleared his throat roughly, trying to get himself focused on the day ahead and not how utterly hot his partner looked in the dress he had bought for her.
Dragging his eyes away from what was the creamy flesh just visible above the black material covering his breasts he turned and picked up her suitcase (ignoring her protests) and walking out the door without a backwards glance.
Brennan frowned deeply at her partner's behaviour. He seemed awkward, agitated, nervous…
She was worried about what type of inner turmoil he could be experiencing, but now was not the time to think about it.
Now was time to go to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and get into the character that she and Sweets helped create, Roxie Bledel.
"Yeah…one room under Tony Scallion," Booth said confidently, tapping the car-keys (of his newly rented 1966 blue mustang) against the reception desk of the hotel as a young, blonde woman flashed him a flirtatious smile.
"Yes Mr Scallion, let me just check…" she replied sweetly, blushing at Booth's impressive attire of flashy pants and shirt (his bulging muscles utterly visible) and of course that husky accent of his.
She completely disregarded the tall, slender, beautiful woman beside him.
"Yes Sir, there's a reservation right here. Room 13, up the elevator and to the left, just follow the signs", she grinned widely again, swiping his credit card (given specifically to Booth that night by the FBI for an account belonging to a 'Tony Joshua Scallion') and leaning forward on the desk, the cleavage of her large breasts visible from under her tight-fitting shirt.
Brennan rolled her eyes at the young, blonde's behaviour. She decided to have some fun.
"Yes, thank you…Daisy…" she replied equally as sweet , flinging her arm around Booth's neck and flashing her a 100 watt smile.
Daisy's eyes grew cold as she watched this. 'Tony' leaned into 'Roxie's' touch, wrapping his arm around her waist and giving it a slight squeeze.
The receptionist stalked away in a huff and as the two partners made their way upstairs Booth could not contain a small chuckle.
"I still got it…" he grinned egotistically.
"Don't flatter yourself", Brennan scolded harshly.
"Hey you're the one that still has her arm around me", he mumbled, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Brennan instantly dropped her arm, having completely forgotten it still lay around his shoulders.
"We're supposed to act like we're a couple", she mumbled in her defence.
"Yeah Bones, that's the other thing", Booth replied sceptically as they reached room 13.
"What do you mean?" Brennan asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.
"Well, seen as we're supposed to be a couple, I thought if it would be best if we…" Booth trailed off as the lock of the door clicked and he flung it open.
Brennan regarded him with confusion for a moment but with his continued ushering, she stepped into the room they rented and looked around her.
Her eyes immediately fell to the middle of the room.
She whiled around sharply, "you got us a double room?!" she almost yelled with anger.
Booth made shooing actions with his arms as he closed the door behind him and carried their stuff in.
"Yeah I mean we're supposed to be a couple and it would look weird if we had a twin room…"
"But we're NOT a couple Booth! There's only one bed in here!"
"That's kinda the idea Bones…" Booth blurted before he could stop himself.
Brennan almost gasped as she saw Booth's alarmed expression bore into her's.
"W-What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her breath becoming ragged and irregular.
The two stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to look away first.
Hearts pumped frantically, pulses raced, breaths quickened as the stare became intense and the temperature in the room rose by several degrees.
Suddenly the loud beeping of Booth's cell-phone snapped the pair violently out of their reverie and they jumped several feet apart.
"B-Booth", Seeley mumbled shakily into his speaker.
Brennan looked away from him and began to busy herself with unloading her suitcase.
After a few moments Booth closed his phone with a snap.
He stared at his partner, who stood with her back to him, bent slightly over the bed, sorting out her case.
His eyes drank in every inch of her, from her creamy, slender legs right up to the amber curls of her hair.
Shaking his head violently and willing the very un-partner-like thoughts he was beginning to have about her, he mumbled quietly, "uh that was Cullen, he was just checking in."
Brennan turned slightly to look at Booth with confusion.
"Since when does Cullen call to 'check in'?" she asked, failing to remember the last time he did so.
Booth began to get uncomfortable, and his hand immediately rose to his neck to rub it vigorously.
"Uh…well…seen as this is uh…personal for me…he, uh, doesn't usually allow his agents directly involved with a victim do these kinda things and uh…" he trailed off lamely.
Brennan's eyes searched his and found his nervousness. She nodded in understanding.
"So what now?" she asked, trying to ease the ever-growing tension that was beginning to mount as the continued to stare at each other.
Booth jumped into action suddenly, rubbing his hands together and plastering a fake smile which even Brennan would see through, but she decided to let it go.
"Now Bones? We have a rest…"
"I'm sleeping in the bed!"
"No way why do you get the bed?"
"Because it's your fault we have a double room!!"
"That's not fair!"
"Well I don't care!"
The two stood, glaring at each other, hands on hips.
When he could no longer take the continuous intense staring Booth yelled "Fine!" before storming over to the couch and laying down hastily, shifting from side to side, trying in vain to get comfortable.
Brennan watched, a small smirk of satisfaction spreading across her face.
"What about tonight?" she asked, sitting down gently on the nice, soft bed.
"Tonight Bones?" Booth asked, his eyes still clamped closed, "we go to a night-club!"
Brennan frowned deeply at his words. Something was telling her she was not going to like this…
A/N: Up next is going to be "Dirty-Dancing And Sleeping-Situations", another Tony+Roxie scene! ;)
Well, that do you think? Please let me know…I have ever-growing ideas for this plot and am getting really excited at this point and hope you are too! Thankies to all my lovely readers! If there's anymore Tony+Roxie stuff you'd like to see just let me know! Thankies again! wired2damoon