CHAPTER 5- WORRIED ABOUT YOU

Seeley Booth was a man in deep trouble. He watched by the window his Bones lying down on her office's couch for a long minute, knowing that he had to leave. But his legs didn't seem keen to obey their master, or the rest of his body, for that matter. All Booth wanted to do was to get back inside and just seat near her, watch her sleep, make sure she would be ok. He knew, however, that if he didn't leave right now, it only be worse, for Temperance would be very capable, then, of dragging herself out of her confort and go digging about the case herself even if that got her killed. He had to do his job and find suspects, enterview them, work with the other squints and see what they would find. Relutanctly, he turned around, returning to the platform where the movement had already started. It suddenly stopped by his reentrance, which was fine by him, because he had serious recommendations to do.

" Ok, everybody, here is the thing. I don't want Bones out of that danm couch for even a single minute. I don't want her wandering around this place, I don't want her talking, sitting or even moving her pinky finger. You go there now and then to give her those danm reports, because we all know that if not, she'll just disregard every inch of sense about her own health and come to this platform to do her oh so called and impossible to replace job for a single freaking day. But try to bother her the less you can withouth making her suspicious. Come up with whatever you can to do so, say that the results are taking too long to arrive, that the FBI is taking too much time to give an ID, hell, even lie about the murderer weapon if you need in order to keep her as quiet as possible. And if she falls asleep, I swear that I'll torture whoever tries to wake her up. Any doubts or questions, you genious?" If all the team didn't know better, they would honestly think that they were talking to a mad man, for the murderous look on Booth's was truly terrifying. But all of them knew that when it came about Temperance Brennan, Special agent Seeley Booth didn't fool around, and always had his best interest.

" Ooookay, studly. Lighten up, will you? We're all at the same side here, remember? Bren's health is as important to us as it is to you. No reason for killing threatens." Angela tried to keep the mood up, but she could not pretend entirely that everything was fine, for she herself was worried about her best friend current status. It was a very rare thing for Brennan to get sick. And to be honest, Ange had never seen her friend so ill. " Look Booth. You can go self assured that Bren will be very well taken care. Just… try do your job and we'll do ours, both the scientific stuff and the watching over Bren. She's my best friend, remember?"

" Yeah, G-man. Plus, no one here has any intention to get shot by you. Relax, dude. As fast you go, as fast you can come back for her." Hodgins smile was truly genuine, once of a few without malice or another innuendo. Booth took a deep breath. Okay, maybe I've overreacted a little with them. But man, I wish I didn't have to go. She looks so vulnerable like this. And so freaking adorable.

" Yeah, ok. Sorry you guys. It's just…she's driving me insane. Cam, please don't forget to go there as soon as you can and make a full examination. Ignore any of her ranting. Tell her that if she doesn't allow your medical care, you'll have to send her home , or better, to the hospital. And if you think that something is really wrong, call me right away. Promise me?" Camille saroyan looked into her old friend's and former lover eyes, feeling a little amused. Wow, Booth got it bad for Dr. Brennan. I wonder if something good can come up from this sudden disease. Those two could use some push. And now I'm starting to sound like Angela.

" Booth. I know how to handle a rebellious patient,ok? Just stop annoying us already and go do your job before I kick your ass out of here.I mean it, Seeley."

" Don't call me Seeley."

" I wont , as long as you just go. You are interrupting our job. Go enterview your suspects. I'll call you if anything out of the ordinary happens with your partner. Now, shoo." Cam actually shoved Booth all the way out of the platform, while Angela, Hodgins and even Clark snickered.

" Fine, I'm going. But…" Booth still tried to give some other recommendations, but this time he was met by a chorus of four very annoyed squints.

" Booth, OUT!"

" Bloody squints, think they know freaking everything… ha, I want to see they handle Bones when she tries to scoop of that danm couch, then they'll know what they're dealing with…" The tall figure faded away without ever stopping mumbling, and finally he was gone.

" Ok, people. Shall we begin now?" cam's voice still carried a bit of amusement, which wasn't lost by Angela.

" Is this just my imagination or are you having some kind of the ideas I would usually be the one mulling?" Ange asked with interest, for anything that might concern Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth would perk her interest to the roof. She was complimented with a cat smile.

" Maybe. I guess we should talk sometime before the day ends."

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" Agent Booth, is there even a point for me still being here?" sweets voice suddenly came into his ears, and the agent snapped out of his musings.

" What?" He was truly lost, not that it was something unusual when he was in Sweets presence. But most of times that happened because he volunteerely would not pay attention to his and Bones's alleged therapist. But this time, he had no intention of doing that. It was just that He haven't heard from the Jeffersonian yet, and this was making him seriously nervous. Was that good or bad news?

" Me being here, Agent Booth. You've asked to give you a possible profile to your murderer suspect, but I don't think you've heard anything I've said so far. And I've been talking for more than fifteen minutes with the walls, or at least it looks like so." Lance Sweets was no fool. By the time he first set his eyes on agent Booth that day, he knew that something was bothering the man, and it had nothing to do with his current investigation. His suspections only proved right when the therapist asked about Dr. Brennan, truly surprised by the absence of the anthropologist. That woman never missed anything about their investigations. All he could do was suppress the knowing smile that menaced to crept over his mouth when the agent grunted sourly about his partner's whereabouts: " Sick. REfuses to go home. dropped her at the intitute. Freaking stubborn, crazy woman."

" I was listening to your monologue,ok, Sweets? It's just I don't feel like talking to a twelve year old right now. The danm profile is done and written, isn't it? So, no harm." He flipped his cell phone once more, making sure that Ange hadn't called. Jeez, is that too much to ask to keep me postponed about Bones?

" Yeah, right. I'll relevate the obviously aggressive posture in regard of your stress situation." Sweets leant on his chair, an inquisitive look over his face. " Would you like to talk about it? You're abviously way too preocuppied with Dr. Brennan to your own good." Booth gave one of his deathly stares, and the young doctor felt suddenly sorry for his last words.

" Don't even go there, Sweets. None of your psichologic mombojombo. My worries with Bones are perfect plausible,ok? You didn't see her. I mean, the woman is a wreck, and yet she keeps pushing herself over her limits. Seriously, has she got no sense at all? Why can't she just slow down?"

" Well, Dr. Brennan is a very independent and proud woman. Obviously, in her opinion, getting sick is a sign of weakness. This is something that she really needs to work in oue sessions . Also, she is an workaholic, and has built her life based mostly on her career. It's actually a barrier, a way to protect herself from emotions and to try to show the world she's above certain things, including falling ill. That's why I always tell that you guys are an amazing resource to my work, both with so many issues. "

" We don't have issues, okay, Sweets? And stop talking about my Bones as if she was some kind of weird machine" Booth was so worked up that didn't even realized the use of the word " my". But Sweets immediately gave him a knowing smile, raising his eyebrowns. Booth was about to retort, when his cell phone finally buzzed, and he actually groaned when looking at the ID. Bones. He immediately waved Sweets goodbye, getting out of the office with ultra speed.

" Bones! Hadn't we discussed about what you should be doing? Honestly, does the word rest has no meaning to you?"

" well, you've promised to keep me updated, but I haven't heard anything from you! Besides, no one let me do anything here! Ange actually locked me in my own office just because I've tried to check on Clark's work for a minute." Her voice was so rough and weak, and yet she managed to call him to ramble about not working.

" Then, remember me to thank Angela for that. Is she around? Or Cam? I want to talk with one of them. You shoudn't be talking at all. Are you at least lying down?"

" Booth, stop treating me as if I was a child! I'm perfectly fine, it's just a cold,and…" Booth heard some movement across the line, followed by a set of voices.

"Is that Booth on the phone? Okay sweetey, give it to me. C'mon, give it to me. Don't make me take some drastic decision here.."."

" But Ange…"

"The cell, Bren. Now ." He could hear some wrestling sound, but it was soon subdued.

" Booth? Angela. Listen, Do you still have many things to do in there?" Even if her voice tried to show calming, Booth had his instincts way too trained to detect the slightest hint of nervousness.

" Why, Ange? What's wrong? Did she got worse? Please don't tell me that she's working or something."

" No, she's not working. Not that she have not tried. Ok, Bren, sit down! Don't make me call your father or something. Stop acting like crazy, sweetey. Sorry, I'm back. It's just… she's impossible Booth. Cam is actually considering calling an ambulance." -I'm not going to a hospital! - her voice tryied to scream on this statement- Booth felt his heart skip a beat by those words. " Her temperature is really, really high. Cam made her take some really strong medicines, but it doesn't seems to be working. She refuses to eat anything, and by the time she fell asleep for a while, she was talking all the time, and had all kind of strange dreams and I think she've even haluucinated. Really, I don't think she's going to listen to anyone unless you."

" Shit. Ok, I'm on my way. Just…put her on the phone again. I'm out of here." Booth only took the time to get his wallet and car keys, not even bothering to gave further information to anyone. His Bones was not well.

" Booth, Ange is overreacting. I'm just a little tired, that's all. And Cam is way out of line. She actually drew blood from me, can you believe in it?"

" Temperance. I swear to God. Don't do this to me. Please, don't do this to me. You are scaring the hell out of me here. Look, I'm on my way for you. I'm getting you in less than five minutes. Then we'll see what to do, okay, sweetheart?

" Did you just call me sweetheart, Seeley? This is so cute…"

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Where's my ultrafeminist girl? I've called her by a petname and she acts like she's pleased. What in the name of lord is wrong with my Bones? And did she just called me Seeley? This is worst then the time she got high.

" I'm on my way, Temperance. Just play nice and stay still…

TBC…