re-reading this one just inspired another, i just need a word now.
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16. A Close Shave
James Aubrey looked up as Temperance Brennan rushed through the doors of neurology, immediately demanding to know where Booth was at the nurses station.
"Mrs B!"
"James, where is he? Is he okay? What the hell happened?"
"Follow me, and he's fine, Mrs B. He was helping me with a possible lead on a case, we went to check it out but didn't anticipate the gang fight. Booth fell, hit his head, it knocked him unconscious but he was awake again in a matter of minutes. The doc ran a couple of scans, all of them came back clear though. Honestly, Mrs B, he's fine, alert, waiting for you. Now, where are the little Booths?"
"Parker is home, I said I'd call him the minute I knew something, could you—?"
"I'll call him, then Cam, everyone at the lab is waiting for news, I was just waiting to tell you."
"Thank you, James, for bringing him in and staying with him."
"All part of the job, Mrs B. He's just down the hallway, room 447. I'll call Parker, I'll let you know how he's juggling the little Booths."
"Thank you."
She followed the hallway, knocking on the door to room 447 before walking inside.
"Hey, Bones! Where are the kids?"
"Parker is babysitting, James is calling him now. Booth, you scared the hell out of me, I thought— I thought—"
"Bones, baby, I'm fine, just a little bump."
"And there were no weird dreams?"
"None at all, Bones. Now come here."
"It could have been so much worse, Booth. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."
"Hey, baby, none of that. You're not going to lose me, you're stuck with me for a very, very long time. It was just a close shave, is all."
"Another."