(Blood)
This takes place in season 7.
I don't own Bones.
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Careful to remove his shirt while Brennan was in the kitchen, Booth wadded the shirt up and stuffed it in his gym bag. The last thing he needed was for her to see the blood on it. Hurriedly pulling on a t-shirt, he moved his hands over the area of his bandaged ribs and realized that if she looked close enough she'd see the outline of the bandage under the shirt. Looking in the mirror, he moved his arm around until he found the right way to cover up the problem spot on the t-shirt. Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled and left the room.
Moving into the kitchen, Booth held his arm near his side and placed his free arm around Brennan. Kissing her, he smiled, "So how was your day?"
Curious as to why he was so stiff, Brennan moved her gaze over his body and decided that he was hiding something. Stepping back, she moved her hand under his arm and tried to lift it, "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing." Irritated that she'd figured it out that fast, Booth turned and walked over to the fridge. Opening it, he removed a bottle of water and turned. The look of fear on her face making him feel guilty, Booth placed the water on the counter and held up his t-shirt, "Okay it's just a scratch so don't get all ballistic or anything."
Fear flooding through her, Brennan stepped closer and looked at the bandage, "What happened?"
Lowering his shirt, Booth tried to be nonchalant, "That suspect I was supposed to interview with Harris tried to run when we got there. We chased him and he shot at me. He just nicked the skin. He ruined my brand new shirt though the mother fucker."
Her hands trembling, Brennan shook her head, "Why didn't you call me?"
Aware that he was in trouble, Booth admitted, "Because you're eight months pregnant and I didn't want to scare you. Sue me for trying to protect you."
Furious, Brennan punched him in the shoulder, "Don't you dare treat me like that. I'm your mate and I should have been called. You make me so angry sometimes, Booth. I have a right . . ."
Pulling her into his embrace, Booth hugged her against him, "I'm sorry, Bones. I love you."
Sniffing, Brennan leaned her head against his chest, "I love you too, Booth. Don't you dare do this again."
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