A.N: Still don't own Bones!

CHAPTER 11- MI CASA ES SU CASA

" Honestly, Marie, You do need sometimes to get a grip. You've spoiled their moment, that's for sure. So sorry about this one behavior, by the way. She's my best nurse, but her mouth is not known by being discrete." Dr. Crane's voice was at the same time stern and amused, and Booth felt like a five year old looking at his mom as stealing cookies. Everytime . Everytime We seen to be getting somewhere, something or someone happens.

" Hey, it was just a kind comment. They do look great together. I mean, Mr. Booth reminds me of my first husband, may his soul rest in peace. He was so protective and sweet, and…" Booth felt his ears burning, and looked at Bones to see her own reaction. Her lips were pursed, and he was not sure if she was trying not to laugh or complain. Nevertheless, her hand found his own, and motioned him to come back close. I think that this pneumonia is the least of my problems. I don't seem able to stay away from Seeley Booth.

"Ok, Marie. You are making my patient uncomfortable. Time to go back to professional." The nurse Marie nodded apologetically , and moved to the other side of Bones bed, checking her IV. " That's what I'm talking about. So, dr. Brennan, Mr. Booth. We have the X-rays." The doctor showed them the images, and Booth couldn't help but smile as his Bones squinted at the images in front of her. Once a scientist, always a scientist. " As I've said before, dr. Brennan has a left lobar pneumonia, the X-ray only confirms it. It also gives us some other information. There's a bit of pleural liquid in your lung bases, but nothing too much. Your lungs should be able to absorb it by themselves. However, pleural liquid is a new risk factor. And the shape of the infection observed at the X-rays shows that your pneumonia isn't caused by the most common bacteria, meaning S. Pneumoniae. Based on the images, I would say that you probably have Mycoplasma, which is a bit more resistant. Probably at where you work, with so many antiques and different things coming from all over the world, you've managed to get this special kind of bacteria. I'll have a blood culture just to confirm so." Temperance winced at those results. Why can't I just have at least a normal pneumonia? And now, Booth is starting to hyperventilating again, I guess. Indeed, Seeley Booth felt again his heart skip a beat. He had no a idea of the true meaning of the types of bacteria thing, but it couldn't be good if it wasn't the usual one, right? Damn Jeffersonian, full of all world germs with all these old stuff. I don't care if they are full of historycall value if made my Bones sick. I think we should just burn all of them.

" Ok, Doc, so you think that Bones should stay here in the hospital, right? Because of this bacteria thing and that pleural liquid? Maybe in a more restricted area?" Temperance rolled her eyes in annoyance, squeezing his hand in order to caught his attention, while the nurse only snickered. Luckly, dr. Crane managed to keep a straight face.

"Booth, stop with it! I'm not dying! The doctor is just saying that I'll be in a different kind of antibiotic despite of the usual ones to treat lung infection, and possibly for a longer time. Plus, I may have to stay in rest for a little longer. Stop with this interning me fixation! I'm not staying in a hospital, it's completely unnecessary. Will you please, please explain to this infuriating man, dr. Crane? He doesn't believe a word of what I say, he just assumes that I'm lying."

" Well, considering that you've spent the whole day lying about how you were really feeling, Temperance, then I think that I'm very much allowed to doubt you now. About one hour ago you could barely speak. You just look a little better now because of the meds in your IV." He spoke smugly, charm smile in place. Two pairs of resolute eyes gazed at Dr. Crane as if trying to make their point and see who was right, blue and brown, and she surveyed the couple in front of them. Ahh, the youth.

" Well. Although you are definitely right about dr. Brennan current state, meaning her improvement because of the medicines, I'll still have to agree with her about the lack of need for her to stay in the hospital. Yes, her pneumonia is atypic, but nothing extremely out of the ordinary. But as the intelligent woman you are, dr. Brennan, then you are well aware that it requires more care and makes you very, very near of class 3 of risk. So, I'll need to feel very reassured, before letting you go, that you'll fulfill every recommendation of mine, and that someone will be always with you, for at least a week. You'll need a lot of bed rest, taking your medicines at the correct time, meeting me at the hospital clinic every three days for a check up. If those requirements are not fulfilled, I'm afraid I'll have to keep you here."

Although every part of Seeley Booth screamed that it was the opportunity he was waiting to keep his Bones at the safety of an hospital, he knew by just looking at her pleading eyes that he wouldn't be able to do it. He couldn't just ignore her will just to make him feel safer. And hell, he was going to take care of her,so nothing bad would happen, simply because he would be there, caring, protecting.

" She'll do everything you say, doc. I'll make sure of it. You just name it, and I'll do it." He seated again by her side on the bed, but his eyes were set on the doctor.

" Glad to know, Mr. Booth. I already said most part of it. I'll just add that dr. Brennan must stay in strict bed rest for the next 24 hours, in order to let her body recover a little." Booth felt his Bones ready to retort, and gave her a warning look. " Plus, I want her at home for an entire week, and I mean it. She we'll just leave the house to her clinical appointments. After that, We'll see about coming back to work and so on. The treatment will last 14 days, but if she reacts satisfactory in a week, she can very well go back slowly to her normal activities and finish the treatment doing her normal things…" This time, Booth wasn't able to keep Temperance from protesting.

" What? A week at home? Oh, no. No way. I have a lot of work to do, I can't just simply stay at home as a helpless, little woman. What am I supposed to do, just lay down and stare to the ceiling? And 24 hours of bed rest? I can't be expected to do such a thing, I'm a perfectly grown woman and I don't need anyone doing everything for me. I mean, there are tons of remains to be identified at the institute, a murder investigation going on, and you are seriously telling me to just stay at home and not set my foot outside unless it's to go to doctor's appointment? Booth, tell her. Tell her that I can't do this, you know that I'll go crazy." Her baby blue eyes glued in his, but this time Seeley Booth had to use all his power and stay firm.

" Sorry, Bones. This or freaking ICU, remember?" He meant every word. And that's why she had to go to his place and stay with him, he kept repeating as a mantra. Because he was the only person who could control her impulses and show her that now and then, all of us needed to be cared. It had nothing to do with the fact that he would be unable to sleep knowing that she was sick somewhere else than near him. Nothing to do with the fact that, despite all the awkwardness, he was enjoying hearing some of his Bones nonsense, and dear lord, enjoying the way she seemed so dependable of him, the way, she would touch him and ask for physical contact.

" You are enjoying this, aren't you? Typical, stupid, blunt force alpha male." She knew she had to capitulate, but it didn't meant that she wasn't allowed to complain. Temperance Brennan wasn't a woman to enjoy the slightest dependence at all. But part of her, and she blamed on her fever, kept giving her this warm feeling while imagining Booth's soft words while near her, and how great he could be when she was feeling so horrible. How badly she wanted to stay near him, hear his words, feel his embrace. Definitely the fever.

" You complain as much you want, honey, this alpha male is going to make sure that you do as you're told, thank you." Booth's smile was quickly changed by a pained expression when he felt small fingers pinching his forearm. " Ouch, Bones! Don't pinch me! Geez!"

" Then, don't honey me." She pouted and looked defiantly at him, and he rubbed his sore arm.

" You know, I liked you better when you were saying and doing nonsense. Does violent behavior also counts in your weirdness while sick?"

" Try me, and you'll see." But she was already sorry for pinching Booth and starting an argument. First of all, because I was just wrong to do so with the person who was there for her despite all her crazyness. She didn't want to hurt Booth at all. Second, because after the spur of adrenalin, her body was again complaining against any action, from speaking to moving. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment the exact time that things started to look blurred. " I think that those medications are long gone." And again, her inappropriate tongue took control, showing everybody that no, she wasn't ok. Booth immediately stopped mumbling about violence and pulled her close.

" That's exactly why I'm putting you in a 24 hours exclusively bed rest, dr. Brennan. Your body is suffering too much stress from high temperature, and need a while to start to recover. It's not going to happen if you keep fussing and fighting all the time. After this first day, you'll hopefully feel much better and will be able to wonder around the house, do small shores, very slowly, I might add. But most of all, this week is for recovery. A lot of sleeping, watching TV, eating healthly, and so on. And taking your medicines strictly on the right time. Here's the prescription, you can take them on the hospital pharmacy. Now, there's antythermic, pain killers, antibiotic and a gastric protector, since I'm giving you eritromicyn as antibiotic, dr. Brennan, which will make you probably nauseous on the first days, for it's very strong. Hence, the gastric protector. In case of too much nausea, you can take specific drugs for this symptom, as dramin. Now, Mr. Booth. If you are the one that's going to be with her, do nor let the correct time of the medication pass, I repeat. Every 6 hours. Any doubts?" She asked kindly, making sure that everything was understood and also taking her time to analyze if she was doing the right thing by letting dr. Temperance Brennan go. Just by the small amount of time she've spent with the woman, dr. Crane could say that she was quite handful. But then again, The man named Booth seemed a force of nature as well, and she didn't have the slightest doubt that he was going to make sure that Brennan stayed just fine.

" No. I think we got everything covered for now." Booth spoke with a certain that he didn't actually had, but his Bones seemed so tired, her eyes again groggy, her body starting to curl against his. She wanted to rest.

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The release papers were finally done, the instructions repeated for both of them for what looked as the hundredth time, Brennan's appointment was already scheduled due to three days, and they were finally set to go. Booth had quickly called Angela announcing they were leaving, and heard pleased that all of them, including Cam, were going to his place. Good. Cam could take a look at his Bones and make sure she was fine. They managed to leave the room after thanking the doctor and nurse and a bit of arguing-"No wheelchair, Booth!"- and now, both health professionals watched the retrieving couple, her arms placed on his neck, while he carefully carried her out of the place, exactly the same vision when they had just arrived. Nurse Marie shook her head and let out a small smile, looking at her co worker of years.

" You know, Monica. Pneumonia is the smallest of their problem to cure. They need a blindness treatment, mark my words." Dr. Monica Crane watched their interactions as they retreated, the way his eyes kept staring at hers, the way her head rested on the curve of his neck as if there, nothing bad at all could happen.

" I don't think there's blindness at all with those two, Marie. Although I can say there's fear for an entire life."

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Booth looked at the woman sleeping at his passenger seat, once again feeling sorry by the fact that he was about to disturb her. She was so quiet, yet he could see that it wasn't a peaceful slumber, for she fidgeted and often whispered inaudible words. Her cheeks where flushed, and he immediately knew that the fever was coming back. Fortunately, this time, they would be more ready for it, thanks for the medications that he had purchased. Also, tanks to the fact that they had finally arrived at his apartment, and she would be able to rest on a decent bed. Booth got out of the car and went to her side, opening her door carefully and securing her in his arms.

" Temperance. We're home." She opened her eyes slowly, feeling her muscles protest by her movement, as she tried to get up and walk by herself, while her brain registered Booth's word's: We're home. The stupid wave of emotions came with full force by his statement, because it made her feel as she was, indeed, Home. She felt home wherever Seeley Booth was.

Once again in that day, her body betrayed her, for as she tried to keep on her own feet and walk, her legs felt like jelly and very inch of her hurt, and she couldn't suppress a small whimper. And once again Seeley Booth simply scooped her on his arms, ignoring her feeble protest, until they were by his doorstep, which he carefully opened, never letting her go. This is too dangerous. For both of us. But damn, it feels so good to be so near him. I have never though that I would actually enjoy his alpha male tendencies so much. She opened her eyes when she felt being put somewhere soft, and her eyes almost dropped of her orbits once she realized that the soft place was his bed.Booth's bed. I wonder what Angela would have to say about this. It smells like him. It's good.

Seeley Booth was fighting his own battle by the vision of Temperance Brennan lying on his bed. So many times he had imagined this view, but always his reason would take over and remind him that it was a very, very bad a idea. She looks so small in there.

" Booth…I can sleep on the couch. No way I'm taking your bed .I'm already bothering you enough by making you allegedly take care of me.I'm not chasing you away of your own bedroom." She stood by a seating position, so their eyes were on the same level.

" Yeah, leave the sick woman on the couch. Not happening, Bones. You need to be the most comfy ever. And who said anything about me leaving my bedroom?" He smiled calmly, and could almost see the engines on her brain working.

" You are going to sleep with me? Because I don't mind at all. I think it'll be very good, in fact. Do you sleep entirely dressed?" And here's the tongue of hell making it presence , if there's this God that Booth believes in so much, please make me mute now.

If only she had any idea about the effects of her words in me, this insane woman. Sometimes I wish I wasn't the gentleman I am. Because damn, I wish I could just lye down and grab her against me. Instead, Booth gave her a polite smile and disappeared under the bed for a while, coming back with something blue on his hand.

" Inflable cushion, Temperance. Gotta keep an eye at you all night." They stared at each other for a while, her brain trying desperately to regain control, his chocolate eyes examining her sweetly, as if trying to say something.

" I wish you could sleep with me instead." Her brain had lost the battle. Booth kept gazing at her mouth agape, but oh, who he was trying to kid? His heart was jumping like crazy, and he felt as if he could whoop as a little boy after winning his first baseball game. They stayed lost in this world for only lord could know, until a shrieking sound made them again realize that the planet was indeed full with other people. His bell announced it all right.

" I guess Ange is here with your things."

TBC…

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