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Under cover(s) – 12
Brennan yawned and stumbled out of her bedroom towards the kitchen, rubbing her tired eyes. Coffee, she decided, was what she needed right now. Lots and lots of it. She yawned again, and her gaze settled on the kitchen table, then moved on the door… where she saw a pair of men's shoes.
She nearly yelped when the realisation hit her. She was not alone. This was not just another ordinary Saturday morning. She remembered that Booth had been forced to stay in her apartment for the night. And she was wearing nothing more than a t-shirt that barely hit the middle of her thighs. Not exactly appropriate clothing, huh? Not to mention that she probably looked horrible, with her hair standing up and all.
Which shouldn't bother her, but it did anyway.
Brennan hurried back towards her bedroom, when the door of the guest room opened and her partner emerged. The momentum carried her forward and she collided with the bare-chested man, who instinctively reached out to steady her. "Huh." He made, clearly overwhelmed by the fact that a barely clothed woman almost ran him over a few moments after waking up.
"Sorry." Brennan quickly steadied herself and pulled back from his warm chest. "I just wanted… to go …"
She smiled almost shyly at him and pointed at her bedroom door. He stepped aside to let her pass and she was relieved to be able to put some distance between them. The close proximity to his bare and muscled chest had caused certain urges to awake she rather had left sleeping, since there would be no relieving them with him.
She hurried into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, taking in a deep, calming breath. Just hormones, she told herself. A chemical process.
Outside, Booth was still standing there, dumbfounded, staring at her now closed bedroom door. He'd opened the guest room door because he needed to go to the bath room and a split second later his partner had been in his arms. Which had been a nice surprise, all in all. Especially since she'd looked a little flustered … and he'd seen that she'd been wearing only a flimsy t-shirt, which ended mid-thigh on her long and sexy legs. A nice sight, he had to admit. Her bed head had been admirable too. He swallowed hard and forced himself not to think of her appearance. It didn't matter, did it? She wanted to have sex to make them more convincing. The absolutely wrong reason, in his opinion. So, no sex. Get a grip, Seeley.
He gave her bedroom door another long look, then shook his head and entered the bathroom. The mere sight of her half-clothed body and her messy hair in the morning had his hormones firing on all cylinders. She had been right, on some level, he had to admit… Had been right saying that they wouldn't be convincing as a married couple that felt the need to go to a swinger club to find sexual fulfilment. Because he was quite sure that they'd be perfectly able to find sexual fulfilment with each other.
"He's gone, right?" She asked, only two steps behind him. He had paused in the door, for just a moment to survey the surroundings, before determinedly walking towards his car. "Yeah." He confirmed. The man that had followed them home to her apartment and watched her window had left some time during the night. Which didn't surprise Booth. It would have been quite obvious and stupid to stay in clear sight until the morning.
"You'll be at the Jeffersonian, I guess?" He asked, fully well knowing that Brennan would be working… as she so often did on Saturdays. Or even Sundays.
"Sure." She nodded, stopping by her own car that was parked beside his. "And you'll be at the Hoover, I assume?" He paused, too, standing beside her and nodded.
"Yeah. I hope to be able to dig something out on the guy that followed us. And I gotta run the people we met yesterday, too." They looked at each other for a moment, unsure what to do.
"In case somebody is watching." She said and placed a kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly caught himself. "That's not quite how married couples usually kiss." He grinned at her, not quite sure if it was the right thing to say.
She cocked an eyebrow at his words. "We're not posing as newlyweds." He stifled a sigh, then simply nodded. "Right."
Before he turned towards his car, he gave her an intense look and said. "Keep an eye on traffic behind you. If you spot a tail, keep on driving and call me. Don't stop, okay? Just keep on driving….maybe to a shopping center or something. Something that doesn't look suspicous, and has a lot of people."
"I won't to lead him to the Jeffersonian." There was the barest hint of insult in her voice, as if he had implied she was stupid.
"That's only part of the my concern, Bones. You keep on driving and call me…. Okay? Promise me, you won't stop." Booth said, worry in his voice. "It might be dangerous."
"Okay." She nodded in agreement.
"I could always drop you off at the lab." He offered hopefully. He didn't expect her to accept his offer, but he felt a little better after at least suggesting it. How was a man supposed to hide his concern for a woman that meant so much to him, he wondered.
"No." She shook her head. "There's no need, Booth. I'm perfectly fine driving on my own."
He sighed again, but nodded. "Okay. I'll let you know as soon as I found something. Do me a favor and let me know when you leave the lab, okay?" She acknowledged his request by another simple nod, then turned to open the door of her car, as suddenly something occurred to her. They still hadn't decided what they'd do about the next meeting…. and not even when the next meeting was going to be.
"Booth." She addressed him and he stopped. "Are we going to go to Sinner's Palace this evening?"
He shrugged. "Probably not. Depends on what I can find out about the people we met. I'll let you know. But I think we shouldn't push it. Terry wasn't too happy with Gloria suggesting we should come today."
"Right." She said, entered her car and slammed the door shut.
Brennan was not quite sure if she should be relieved or disappointed about not going there this evening.
Irritated at her own insecurity about that matter, she rolled her eyes. He was right, she told herself, he needed to find as much information as possible on the people they had met before the next meeting. And pushing it would only endanger their cover. And that would ruin the little bit of investigation they had managed so far. Might destroy their best chance at solving the case.
But still… somehow she had liked posing at Roxy. Tony had looked at Roxy as if there was nothing in the world he wanted more than her.
Brennan only wished Booth would look at her like that. Somehow the longing feeling startled her.
She turned the key in the ignition and briefly closed her eyes, tried to clear her head of these irrational thoughts. Booth had no business being on her mind all the time. He was her partner, her friend.
She just really, really needed to relieve her biological urges, that was all. That was why it suddenly appeared to be so important to be attractive for him. Just her body – and mind – reacting to hormones. It was just science, after all. A normal reaction. Attraction to a well-built specimen of the other gender. Perfectly normal.
Well, what do you say? You liked it? Booth bare-chested. Yum-yum. How can these two resist each other, anyway?
Now, what do you think is Brennan going to do now, huh? Does she realise what it all means or does she manage to explain it all with her scientific mumbo-jumbo ?