Booth unlocked her door and opened it for her. Her crutches made a clicking noise as she came in behind him. Only to stop short.
It was empty. Because all of her stuff had been shipped to Boston. The rest was in storage. Her old couch and an empty refrigerator welcomed her home.
Turning around slowly, she tried to think of another option. She could call Angela and Hodgins, but it seemed wrong to intrude on the couple when they had a baby on the way.
"I can sleep on the couch," she said finally. Her voice echoed in the empty space. "It shouldn't take more than a week to get my stuff shipped back from Boston. I can hire someone to deliver the rest from storage."
She looked so exhausted by the details that Booth reached out and put his arm around her waist before she hit the floor.
"Come on, Bones," he said. "My place has plenty of stuff in it. A couch and a bed. I'll even let you pick which one you sleep in."
"Booth, I can't impose like that. I'll be fine," she argued. But there was no firmness in her voice.
"No arguing," he said. With his arm around her waist, he turned her back toward the door. "I can handle a roommate for a week or two. It will save me from coming over late at night with take-out. You'll be doing me a favor."
"That argument seems so logical," she said.
"Of course it is," Booth closed the door behind them. "I learned from the best."