(Hallucinate)

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Waking, Booth opened his eyes and found Brennan pressed against his side. Moving slowly away, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood up. Groaning softly, he stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders trying to loosen up his stiff muscles. After a visit to the bathroom, he reentered the bedroom and glanced at his wife to make sure she was still asleep. Quietly, he left the bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind him. The only source of light coming from the kitchen, Booth walked down the dark hallway and into the dimly lit room.

Tired but hungry, he removed a bottle of beer, some Colby cheese, some ham and the mayo from the fridge. Finding the bread, he made a ham and cheese sandwich and carried it and the beer into the living room. The remote on the coffee table, Booth turned on the TV, turned the volume down and flipped channels until he found a delayed game on ESPN.

His sandwich almost gone, Booth was too engrossed in the game to notice that he had company until Brennan sat down beside him. Taking the last bit of his sandwich from his hand, she removed the ham and handed it to her husband and popped the bread and cheese into her mouth, "Thank you."

Amused, Booth popped the ham into his mouth then drank the last of his beer while he watched Brennan finish eating his sandwich, "You're welcome."

Swallowing, Brennan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, not too bad." Turning the TV off, Booth turned to face his wife, "Henry woke me up and asked for something to eat. After I gave him some yogurt, I made him take a nap with me, that way he wouldn't be alone."

Grimly, Brennan nodded her head, "Yes, Dad told me what happened. I told him I wasn't happy that he left Henry here when he went to the store. He's sorry that happened. Henry refused to go the store with him and Max needed to buy some milk for their lunch. I didn't realize that we were out of milk or I'd have gone to the store before I went to the Lab."

"Henry like to scared the hell out of me when he woke me up." Glumly, Booth told her, "I'm pretty sure I scared him too. I didn't mean to, but I know I did. . . . You know sometimes I kind of hallucinate when someone wakes me up. I think I'm somewhere else and . . ."

Her hand on his knee, Brennan assured him, "You're just disoriented Booth. I know sometimes you dream you're in prison or you're a prisoner of war and you have a hard time orienting yourself when you wake up. You aren't dangerous but you can be . . . gruff . . . or leery."

Snorting, Booth shook his head, "Yeah leery, that's not really the word I'd use . . . Anyway, how do you explain to a four year old boy that his Daddy is sometimes looney when he wakes up and . . . "

"Booth, you aren't looney." Her arm around his back, she kissed him, "You can't be held responsible for your actions when you're disoriented like that."

Returning her kiss, Booth stared into her understanding face, "Thanks, Bones. Um . . . I do plan to talk to Max the next time I see him. Henry is four and he should have taken him with him to the store."

Standing, Brennan took Booth's hand in hers and pulled. Standing, Booth smiled and told her, "Okay, enough about Max." Pulling her into his embrace, he kissed her passionately. Once they parted he told her, "I missed you while I was working on that case, at least it's over."

Pulling him down the hallway, Brennan assured him, "I missed you too, Booth."

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To be continued.