A.N: Thank you very much for the kind reviews! And for the ones that are following Vegas, a new chapter will be coming up tomorrow, ok?
Bones is not freaking mine!
CHAPTER 2- HE, WHO HAS THE CARDS- PART 1
Booth was liking the idea of taking Bones to the crime scene less and less as the time passed. His normally talkative partner hadn't said a word since they got into the SUV, remaining slumped against the car door, eyes closed and the still untouched coffee in hand.
" Stop staring at me, Booth. I'm not a zoo animal." Temperance opened her eyes pretending that the move didn't make her head hurt and spin at the same time, and trying to sound as annoyed as she did. She didn't need a nanny, after all.
" You're not drinking your coffee, Bones. Is there something wrong with it? I've asked just the way you like. With soy milk. And I've asked some whipped cream as a special treat." He knew she loved when he added whipped cream in her coffee. She never admitted so, but her smile would be larger and her eyes would sparkle while taking a sip. But not today. She didn't look interested on it by a single beat. And his Bones loved cafein.
" I don't have apetithe right now." And it was true, for she knew that anorexia was a symptom of a cold.
" Did you eat anything today?" He asked concerned, because Booth knew that Bones always neglected her feeding. But she couldn't do that when sick.
" I'm not hungry." She stated as the subject was closed, but oh, Seeley Booth couldn't just let it go, for he looked at her outraged, like she've just grown a second head.
" Bones! What part of you are sick you don't understand? Do I have to make you a drawn or something? You have to eat in order to get better. You know it better than anyone." Booth looked at that crazy woman, a person who could do wonderful things for so many people. But when it came to herself, she would just drop it and not care for her well being. Jeez, could she be more infuriating?
" Booth, stop it, ok? I don't need a baby sitter! Don't tell me what to do. You have no right." She replied tiredly, her eyes begging to close. Why can't he just leave me alone for a moment?
" Oh, but I do have the right. We have a deal, remember? You'll do as I ask, or I'll drive you back home. So, Temperance…drink the danm coffee." Booth tried really hard to keep a straight face, for he knew that if he showed the bit of amusement, his Bones would never capitulate. It turned out that it wasn't so hard to remain serious, because he was truly concerned by the current status.
" Booth…I really, really don't have the slightest interest on eating right now." Even if she hated, Brennan could feel the pleading tone in her voice. It seemed to work, for Booth's gaze softened a bit, and he squeezed her shoulder lightly.
" I know, Bones. Believe me, I know that when we're sick we don't want to eat. But put yourself on my place, will you? Wouldn't you insist with me to feed myself if I were a wreck?" Booth knew by her expression that he've pushed the right buttom. " There you go. C'mon, Bones. Just a little. You don't have to drink it all. For me?"
How could she ever say no when he looked at her like that? When his eyes looked so caring and worrying about her?
" This is not fair. You give this cute look while my defenses are down." And there it is. My uncontrollable sick tongue. Did I just say cute?
" Did you just used the word cute, Bones?" Booth couldn't help but smile hearing this girly word out of her mouth, but other part of him just found it ... a little alarming. Bones talking girl language? Nope, not right. He honestly didn't know if the strong pink on her cheeks was just from the fever.
" I think I should warn you that when I'm sick I usually say unapropriated things and don't act like myself. My behavior become…free of some inhibitions. So, Whatever I say from now on shall not be brought up when this is over." She blurted out quickly, mentally quicking herself. Self control, Temperance. You are the master, not this stupid cold. You are the boss of your brain, and ergo, of your tongue.
" But Bones… I am cute." Booth couldn't help himself. His bones had called him cute, and he just had to tease. That was way too good.
" I'm drinking the coffee, Booth. See?" That's it, Temperance. Divert the subject. It worked, for Booth started to check if she was really drinking it or pretending to do so. For a while, they both remained silent, one of his eyes on the road, the other on the woman by his side. She finally winced and pushed the cup away. " That's it. I can't take anything more than this." Her voice was sincere, and Booth knew that she've reached her limit, while he kept examining the cup of coffee, half of the liquid still there. I'm going to have to do something for her alimentation. She can't stay like this all day. Brennan was already slumped again against the door, her eyes closing immediately, and Booth felt guilty, for they've finally reached the crime scene. For a moment, he seriously considered driving her back, but he knew it would only worse things.
So, he touched her face carefully, feeling the heat that emanated from it. I wonder how's her temperature. After this, I'll take care of that. " Bones. We're here. This is the crime scene. Where's your squint uniform?"
Temperance opened her eyes and started moving to reach her bag in the back seat, but a strong hand stopped her. And felt the danm shiver that kept assaulting her body all the time, since she've woke up that morning.
" I'll get it for you. Are you cold, Bones?" She just looked the other side, but Booth could see her teeth gritting from trying not to shake while she got out the car and stood still under the thin rain and the cold wind. Yup, she's freaking cold.
Booth waited by her side while she dressed her uniform, pretending not to notice her angry stares that told with no doubt to get out of there. But he didn't care. Today, he was on charge. And that was because this, tht once she finished dressing, he grabbed her by the shoulders and envolved her with his FBI jacket.
" Here. Put this too. And don't even try to refuse, Bones. I could see you shaking from a very far distance. Refuse it, and I'll ask for an ambulance, remember?" He spoke smugly, and Brennan looked at him in utter fury. But she knew he was serious, for Booth was always way overreacting in her opinion. So, she just put the jacket before starting to walk slowly to the remains, mumbling more to herself then to anyone.
" Alpha male"
" Danm right I am, Bones." He was by her side in a wink, a umbrella in his hand covering both of them, His other hand firmly grasped around her waist, keeping her as close as he could, so not a single rain drop would find her. Whoa, her hair smells really good. Like flowers or something.
" Stop groping me, Booth. Your colleagues are giving us odd smiles. They must be thinking that we are having sex or something, because your hand is very close to my hip. Not that I mind." If there is a God, please make me mute while this cold don't disappear. I've just said that I don't mind if Booth touch my hip.
Booth stopped dead on his tracks staring at his partner-Did she just say that I could grab her butt? Ok, Seeley. It's the fever talking. Just the fever.- but his hand didn't move a bit. Instead, he pulled her closer, for the rain started to get stronger.
" They can think wathever they want, Bones. I'm not letting you stay at the rain, and sure as hell I'll not risk you stumbling or slipping on the wet floor, or feeling dizzy and passing out. So, my hand stay where it is, since you of all people don't mind." He didn't mean to say the last part outloud, but it just…slipped. It seems that Bones is not the only one with trouble to keep her tongue under control today.
" Aren't you embarrassed that I've used the word sex? And implying that you were having it with me? Where's the prude catholic man that used to be my partner, Booth?" And she giggled. She actually giggled. And that was one of the most amazing views in his life. Danm, she's beautiful. Even when she's sick and speaking nonsense, she's beautiful . Just the fever speaking, Seeley. Remember , fever, fever, fever.
" OOkay, Bones. There are the remains. Why don't you get start so we can go home, huh?" The young FBI agent that was securing the scene gave him a funny look with a knowing smile and backed away.
Did he just say in front of all this people that WE should go home? I thought that I was the one with focusing and articulating problems today.
Fuck. I just said in front of all FBI that I was going HOME with Bones. That can't had sounded good.
TBC…
Please, revie and give something to be happy about, since I'm studying for a lecture that I'll have to do tomorrow…meet the world of An emergency room, my dear interns…Should I go on or can you already see how miserable I am?