"You look comfortable." Booth smiled as he waked into their bedroom and saw Brennan laying on the bed. Her head was propped up with both their pillows, she was dressed in her fluffy cotton robe and she had a bowl of popcorn on the night stand. She seemed entirely focused on the the tiny flat screen that sat on their dresser, and he wasn't sure that she had even noticed him.
Booth rolled his eyes when he saw what she was watching and in an attempt to break her concentration, he leapt toward her from the opposite side of the room. He landed on the bed and efficiently grabbed the remote control from her hands. Before she could react he had already changed the channel.
"Hey. I was watching that," she dove for the device in his hand but he was quicker and easily pulled it from her grasp.
"You don't need to watch the Weather Channel."
"But I find it to be very enjoyable."
"You really got into this case, didn't you?"
"It's amazing. The power of nature, the force, the possibility. The sense of the unknown and the unstoppable." She paused and watched as he mindlessly flipped through the channels, landing on a football game.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"For coming out in the middle of a tornado? Yes, I'm still mad at you about that."
"I worry about you too Booth," her voice was barely above a whisper. He barely heard her above the drone of the television. To Booth, that seemed a decidedly not Bones thing to say. He turned the volume down and asked her to repeat herself.
"That's why I came out there. I was worried about you. I don't like the idea of not knowing what's happening with you."
"Bones, I was fine."
"You were chasing tornados Booth. That is not safe."
"You seemed to think it was safe enough to follow me."
"The chances of actually getting caught in a tornado are extremely small, even if one is employing the use of sophisticated storm tracking devices."
"Yeah, definitely way too much Weather Channel."
"Rationally I knew the chances of you being hurt today were low. Which is why I wasn't afraid to come out there," she stopped for a moment, suddenly interested in a loose string on the duvet. "Irrationally, if I'm not with you, then I do not have any way to know that you are in fact, okay."
His football game now long forgotten, Booth smiled at the progress his girlfriend was making in talking about her feelings. "Bones, I'm always careful, you know that."
"Exactly. I know that because I am used to being in the field with you. I am not used to being stuck at the lab, wondering what you're doing and if you're okay."
Booth started to speak but Brennan interrupted him. "There's more. I seem to be jealous of Sweets."
"Don't be. You're much prettier," Booth shot her a grin and she took one more swipe at the remote. To keep it away from her, he held it above his head as he talked. "Remember when you nearly broke my back and you had to work that case with Agent Perrotta?"
"I did not nearly break your back. You asked me to fix it."
"Not the point Bones. The point is that I understand. I wouldn't want you out in the field without me either. But there's going to be times when that happens. We just have to deal with it."
"Relationships make life much more complicated."
"You saying you regret something?" His panic level rose several feet as he processed her statement.
"Of course not," she leaned into him, "It's just an observation." She leaned in further and kissed him, using one hand to support herself and the other to retrieve the remote control from behind his back in one swift movement.
"Hey! That was so not fair Bones."
"Well you let Sweets carry a gun. That isn't fair either."
"Well he does have that baby face, those sparkling blue eyes, that cute girlish figure. I find him hard to resist."
Brennan turned the channel back to the special she was watching about Hurricanes and proceeded to increase the volume to an almost unbearable level, "Keep talking Agent Booth, just keep talking."