Terribly sorry. I've been babysitting my wonderful niece since last night at around nine and will continue to babysit her until 9:30 tonight as well. I really don't mind, though. I haven't seen her in two weeks and soon the school year will occupy my time. I will usually try to have some of this up early in the morning, and try not to leave a continuation story left hanging.
Anyways, fair warning: mostly dialogue here. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: We've been through this. I'm done.
Missed a Meal
Takes place a few weeks after Season 6 Finale
Days following recent events at the Jeffersonian left things fairly quiet. The people there were still on edge after what happened to Vincent, though news had also been sent out to them as soon as Broadsky was shot and jailed.
Angela was still at home with Michael and Brennan assumed Hodgins to be there too, since he was also absent from the lab. Once in a while Cam would walk by, bustling about the place sometimes accompanied by other Jeffersonian workers, sometimes alone and seemingly to be in a hurry.
They still hadn't gotten any other cases, and no cases meant no Interns. Brennan mused that it was probably because people were too scared to murder anybody now that word had gotten out about the latest FBI catch. But she knew that somewhere out there, there was a decomposing body waiting to be examined. Nevertheless, there was always work to be done. So she spent her time reading through unsolved cases. There hadn't been very much time in the last five months or so, and she was eager to get caught up.
Though there was no chance of catching the perpetrators who'd murdered over a hundred years past, she finished and filed four folders in half the day. The remains were to remain in Limbo unless the family got word and wanted them.
By the time one rolled around her cell phone rang, and she almost jumped out of her skin as she leaned over a set of skeletal remains. Tossing the latex gloves onto the tray she reached into her pocket.
"Brennan."
"Hey Bones!"
"Booth. How are you?" Unbeknownst to her a smile appeared on her face.
"I'm fine. Can't complain." He sounded to be in a better mood than he let on. Though he'd been like that for weeks now.
"How's the FBI?" She loomed over the bones once again, moving the camera on the screen to better magnify the proffered location.
"Meh, it's good. Sweets has been up my ally all day." She heard the annoyance in his voice.
"Oh? Why?"
"Something about, y'know, our relationship and him wanting us to resume therapy. The usual." She smiled again as she imagined him fiddling with a pen or his tie while speaking.
"But that's preposterous."
"Right? That's what I told him. But he just keeps talking and talking and talking. All this psychological stuff. It's boring!"
"I agree. We did our time."
"Plus, y'know, I think it would kinda ruin things."
"Going back into therapy?"
"Yeah, I mean, things are really great right now and I don't want his nonsense ways to dig at things that aren't there, you know?"
"Right. You don't want him to take something we say, turn it around and then have us argue later on about it."
"That's exactly it. Good job, Bones."
"Well I have known him for a while now, Booth. His methods are quite repetitive." She pushed the camera away and grabbed the folder, skimming through the information for the third time.
"Right. So what're you up to?"
"Looking over a set of remains. . ." She said absently. She paused to read it a final time, just to be sure. Something didn't add up. "It appears that this victim was misdiagnosed."
"Mis- what?"
"He didn't die from a knick to the ribs, which would cause a chipping, but rather a cement hammer being swung at his chest."
"Ooh, ouch. Sounds like a bad day for construction."
"Well this happened over sixty years ago, Booth. I'm sure construction workers have been able to adjust since then." She explained, as if he were standing right in front of her.
"Mhm. Oh, speaking of adapting, how hungry are you?"
Her nose scrunched. "I'm confused, what does that have to do with adapting?"
"Nothing. I just had to say something to lead into that question."
"Oh, why?"
"Just. . .because. Now, how hungry are you?"
As if on cue, her stomach screeched and tightened. She put a hand over it, as if he could hear the dreadful noise. "Apparently very hungry."
He laughed. "What do you mean apparently?"
"Well, I seemed to have forgotten about eating and I think someone else besides me is rather famished."
"Oh!" He realized now. "Well when was the last time you ate?"
"She shrugged. "This morning. But-"
"Bones! That was nearly six hours ago!"
She held the phone away from her ear as he yelled. "I'm sorry. Are you angry?"
At his desk, he rubbed his eyes. "Slightly vexed, yes. Brennan, all you had was a smoothie and some bread! I thought you'd made something to take to work when I was in the shower."
"I'm sorry."
"You can't keep forgetting. It's important."
"I'm sorry." She said again, suddenly wishing she had brought something.
"Stop apologizing, it's okay. We just need to think ahead of time from now on. Together."
Brennan nodded, then remembered he couldn't see her. "Okay."
"Alright. I'm heading to the car, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Bye Booth." With that she set down the phone. Carefully, but briskly, she stored the bones in their designated bin for when she returned later.
She fast-walked to her office and shrugged off her lab coat, replacing it with the red trench and headed out.
Okay so, two things. One: I'm not a psychologist or any type of scientist (yet) so if you're an anthropologist or pathologist and something called "chipping" is indeed a real thing that is fatal, my bad. But being swung at with a hammer's gotta hurt, too, right? Two: I'm not entirely sure if not eating while pregnant is actually that bad, I mean of course not eating at all is bad, but if I had a meal and six hours later someone asked me if I was hungry, I'm normally not. So I figured, being pregnant, you're kinda dining for two (sometimes three) so I figured maybe that was different.
I dunno. Like I said before, just go with it. It's Fan Fiction, it's our own little world. ;D