Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.
Summary: This is based on the many preview video clips for The Blackout in the Blizzard, the candlelight photo and the interview from David. I wrote the first 1.5 chapters before the show aired. Since this was based on video clips, there will be quotes from the show that do not belong to me. I've interjected thoughts and added scenes.
This story line is all about Booth, Bones, & Sweets. I didn't include anything from in the lab because I didn't feel like I knew enough about the case
Author's Notes: Thank you to my friends in the Boneyard who encouraged me. (Allison, Robin, alexsmom, hm2, JET, and Samantha – I hope I didn't forget anyone.)
A Blizzard of Confessions, Wishes, and Promises
Chapter 1: The Trouble with the Seats
"Holy smokes! You weren't kidding! Uh, that looks like it weighs a ton." exclaimed Sweets. Without watching where he was going, he bent down further to look into the vacant building. He teetered as he stepped into the snow bank and toppled over landing right on Booth. Booth fell face first into the snow. Brennan turned around when she heard the twin "Oomphs' and laughed.
"Sweets! Get the hell off of me, right now!"
""Booth, if you would just calm down, I could actually move!"
Booth was moving his limbs trying to roll over and it looked like he was making an angel in the snow. It made Brennan laugh even more. If Booth wasn't in that predicament, he would very much enjoy paying more attention to her sweet and rare laugh. "You expect me to calm down?" he asked incredulously.
Brennan finally had mercy on the two and helped pull Sweets off of Booth. Booth got up covered in snow and spitting some of it out of his mouth. "Okay. We can do this. It just takes a little planning. I think what we need to do first is…."
Brennan interrupted. "Actually, all it takes is simple physics. Let's get in there and I'll explain where we need to lift and shift to keep it balanced in order to move it."
Booth looked annoyed, but Sweets was impressed. "Why do I need to remind you of how long you've known me, Sweets? You should be impressed."
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Finally making it into Booth's apartment building through the back entrance, they used the freight elevator reserved for moving in furniture.
"Okay Bones, you're the brain of this operation. Explain how the muscles of the team can move it in and make it fit. And Sweets here can tell if we need to adjust one way or another to keep us from damaging anything. I really can't afford a fine." That's an understatement. Who knows how long I'll be paying for that damn ring.
"I'll have you know, I do have muscles. They're just a little sore from getting this thing here." Both Booth and Brennan smirked but what they really wanted to do was laugh out loud.
It took more frustration than they originally anticipated, but they finally were able to close the door. "Okay. Door's shut. Just hit the button and I'll meet you upstairs," Sweets announced as he was already walking up the steps.
Brennan was starting to get anxious. This escapade was taking longer than she thought and Cam had just called needing her help on a possibly deadly virus found in their latest victim. "Booth, I need to get to the lab right away. The victim may be suffering from a deadly virus and the killer could be infected."
"We'll get there soon, get these seats out, and before you know it, we'll be back at the lab."
The elevator made a creaking sound and stopped.
"The lights went out!" yelled Sweets. "Must be the blizzard."
"Cam," Brennan said into her cell phone. "I'm in Booth's elevator and we may have lost power."
"I heard there were outages all over the city. Thankfully, we still…"
"I can't hear you, Cam. Are you…? Great!" said Brennan sarcastically.
"Wait." Booth was starting to look alarmed. "Is this fever thing bad?"
"We have to find the killer before he spreads the disease. The city may be on the verge of a deadly viral outbreak."
"And we're stuck in here?" Booth looked like such a thing just couldn't be happening to them. Brennan didn't answer. She just looked worried. "Sweets!" yelled Booth as he hit the side of the freight elevator. "Sweets!"
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Sweets ran back down the steps and stated the obvious. "You're trapped."
Sarcastically, Booth responded, "No kidding!"
"I hope we're not here long. Besides needing to find the killer, it's going to start getting cold in here. I'm glad I wore my hat." She looked at Booth. "The hat you joked about."
"I was just teasing and having fun, Bones. I didn't mean for you to take me seriously. I think you look adorable wearing your hat."
Brennan looked suspicious.
"Really! I do!" Booth defended himself. "But it would probably be good to get a couple of blankets," he said as he reached into his suit pocket. He looked surprised as he searched every pocket he had.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I can't find my keys." Booth was irritated. How could a bad situation get worse? But he did suppose he had it coming. He must have really ticked off God. All that had been going wrong in his life that past few weeks was proof enough for him.
"Maybe your manager has a spare key. Where would I find him?" offered Sweets.
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Booth pulled out his cell and dialed 911. "Listen, this is Special Agent Seeley Booth. The power has gone out in my apartment building…. You're emergency services. This is an emergency. We're trapped in an elevator. There are two of us. If you could just send… No. No. Nobody's hurt, but listen, there's a killer virus out there that only we can stop so just get someone here now or… Hello? You're kidding me." He looked at Brennan in disbelief. "He hung up on me!"
"Well, Cam spoke to the Center of Disease Control in Georgia. There have been no other reported cases of CCHF."
"So, that's good," said Booth hopefully.
"Only if we catch the killer in time. He's the one that can spread the disease."
Sweets appeared from around the corner. "Hey, guys. You okay?"
"What's with the hat?" Booth asked. I'd never be caught dead wearing that thing!
"You're manager wasn't home, but you're next door neighbor's home."
"Mrs. Ross," Booth confirmed.
"Yeah. She's a very friendly woman. She gave me a bunch of stuff in case you guys get cold. Oh, here. This is for light."
"No!" yelled Brennan.
"Sweets!" yelled Booth. "Move!"
"What? It's a menorah."
"Do you know what would have happened to your arm if the elevator started moving again?" asked Booth.
Brennan answered in detail. "Extensive trauma to your radius and ulna. Perhaps even spontaneous amputation."
"I feel… a little sick."
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Booth was surprised when his cell phone buzzed. "Oh. Ohh! There's not a match for the victim in missing persons or passport control."
Brennan stunned Booth and made him jump. "Arrh!" Then she hit the seats.
"Whoa! Wait," responded Booth.
"I blame you!" yelled Brennan.
"Wait. You blame me for what? For the no match or for the blizzard?"
"They're chairs, Booth!" She emphasized her anger with another slap on the backs of the seats. "Just a bunch of chairs!"
"First of all, they're not just chairs. They're history. They're from the Veteran's Stadium in Philly. And secondly, I'm going to get us out of here."
"You have a plan." Brennan looked unconvinced.
"That's right. I have a plan." Booth pointed up. "The escape hatch."
Brennan looked up at the hatch. "Great. I'll climb up and get it open."
"Oh no, no, no. I'm the climber and you're the thinker."
Brennan argued, "No. I'll be able to fit through the gap much easier." She walked around the seats to stand in front of him. "Here."
"Bones, just let me do the climbing."
Brennan dismissed him. "Kneel down. I'll show you." Brennan then pulled Booth firmly against her.
Booth's awareness of what happened came instantly when he could feel the curves of her breasts against his face. "Oh! Hell-O! Uh, you wanna get on my shoulders?" and move my head away from your breasts that have been tempting me for years in your low cut shirts?
Sweets walked up without immediately noticing the partners. "Hey guys, Mrs. Ross sent some snacks… Hell-O."
Brennan was confused. "Hello. Why is everyone saying 'hello'?"
Sweets was having a hard time containing his shock. "Uh, I'm sorry. Should I…" he nodded his head to indicate leaving. "Is this a bad time?"
Booth was embarrassed to be caught in such a position with Brennan. "Hello. She wants to sit on my shoulders."
Now Sweets was becoming amused with the scene. "Traditionally, people do that the other way around."
Brennan pushed Booth away by about a foot and he couldn't be more relieved.
"I'm merely demonstrating that the widest part of me is narrower than the widest part of Booth. See?" Brennan firmly pulled him back against her chest.
Booth mumbled a strained, "Oh! Right!"
"Wow!" Sweets was always amazed by Brennan's lack of social norms, but this was way interesting… and surprising even for her. "Okay, comparing body parts, what else is there to do during a blizzard, right?"
Booth choked out, "Okay. I got the idea, Bones. Thank you."
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"What were you trying to do, Bones? You shocked the hell out of the baby duck. He's only twelve, you know."
Brennan rolled her eyes. "When are you ever going to let him grow up, Booth? He can't be twelve forever. Remember, we did see him having sex with Daisy in his office."
"Oh, God. Did you have to say that? That's not an image I want to think about."
"Then think about sex with someone else," she stated as if she was reporting a cause of death.
"Thanks, Bones."
"You're welcome. So who are you thinking about?"
"Bones, I'm asking you to stop talking about it."
"You mean sex. You don't want to talk about sex. You just want to think about it. Okay." She shrugged her shoulders.
Booth growled softly. And Brennan chuckled.
"You do that on purpose, don't you?"
"Do what?" She looks so damn innocent, but I'm on to her.
"You know what? Let's just get you on my shoulders."
"Fine. Which foot do you want me to start with?"
"Does it really matter, Bones?"
"Of course, it does. Then you'll be prepared to shift your weight to compensate for the discrepancy of weight on each shoulder."
"Okay, then, start with your left foot."
"Are you sure Booth? Isn't that the shoulder you injured at the explosion while chasing Broadsky a few weeks ago?"
Booth chuckled. "Bones, if you already knew which foot you wanted to use first, why didn't you just tell me that?"
"Well, that wouldn't be as funny. I am becoming more humorous, you know."
"Yeah, very funny. I'm getting cold. Can you just get on my shoulders already?"
"Yes. You'll see that I'm right. My body will fit better…"
Booth interrupted. "Whoa! Watch it, Bones. Stop talking and keep your balance."
"I thought you were supposed to help with that."
Booth mumbled something that couldn't be understood.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"Am I hurting your shoulder?"
"No," he lied.
"This hatch isn't budging, Booth. It probably hasn't been opened in 10 years."
"Since when do you make guesses?"
"These aren't bones, Booth. I can hardly…. Ouch!"
"What happened? Are you okay?" Booth tried to look up, but when he did, he lost their balance. Booth's left shoulder seemed to have just collapsed. Booth wanted to break Brennan's fall so he twisted around in an odd way to soften the blow. She didn't hit the floor, but she did land awkwardly on Booth and her shoulder hit his injured one on the way down.
"Booth! Are you okay?"
"Yeah. It's just a little irritated… old wound and all."
"I doubt that. Let me take a look." She helped him take his suit coat off and it was instantly noticeable that he was in more than a little pain. Bones started feeling around on his shoulders and back. Booth was hyper-aware of every touch and had to concentrate on baseball stats.
Sweets returned and once again wondered what the partners were up to.
"Oh. Good. You're here," said Brennan. "Booth re-injured his shoulder."
"It's not dislocated, again. It's just sore."
"You should still ice it." Brennan turned back to Sweets with the question in her eyes.
"Right. I'll go visit Mrs. Ross again."
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Author's Notes: Chapter 2 is written but needs to be polished and edited. It's tentatively titled, The Sharing in the Peas. I'm guessing this will be 3-4 chapters long and completed by the end of the weekend.