008.
[A thud and the journal opens, having fallen from Brennan's jacket as she reaches for the top shelf of the kitchenette cabinet.] --do not know why you insist on keeping the coffee on such a high shelf.
It's extra, Bones. Spares. For when you run out of the stuff on the lower shelves. [There's a pause, before his tone becomes more concerned] Look, just wish up more. I'll get that down, later.
You know how I feel about wishing, Booth. [She goes on her tip toes, the chair wobbling a little in the process.] You have grounds here. There is no reason why we should not use them.
Woah! Bones, come on! Get down from there.
I almost have it!
[He tries to get over to her quickly. He really does. But as improved as his back is, he's still not moving as quickly as normal] Don't! You're going to-
Booth! [It's turning around quickly to scold her partner for getting up that finally does her in.] Booth you should be-- [The chair wobbles again at the sudden movement, and Brennan loses her balance, head hitting the cabinet before she topples off.]
Shit! [he's at her side in an instant, back be damned, and he manages to catch her before she hits the ground...but she's already out cold. Turning his head, he shouts at the journal] I need a doctor, room 606, NOW!
[ooc: Blue = Booth, Black = Bren, who, unsurprisingly, will not be answering. Explanation here.]
It's extra, Bones. Spares. For when you run out of the stuff on the lower shelves. [There's a pause, before his tone becomes more concerned] Look, just wish up more. I'll get that down, later.
You know how I feel about wishing, Booth. [She goes on her tip toes, the chair wobbling a little in the process.] You have grounds here. There is no reason why we should not use them.
Woah! Bones, come on! Get down from there.
I almost have it!
[He tries to get over to her quickly. He really does. But as improved as his back is, he's still not moving as quickly as normal] Don't! You're going to-
Booth! [It's turning around quickly to scold her partner for getting up that finally does her in.] Booth you should be-- [The chair wobbles again at the sudden movement, and Brennan loses her balance, head hitting the cabinet before she topples off.]
Shit! [he's at her side in an instant, back be damned, and he manages to catch her before she hits the ground...but she's already out cold. Turning his head, he shouts at the journal] I need a doctor, room 606, NOW!
[ooc: Blue = Booth, Black = Bren, who, unsurprisingly, will not be answering. Explanation here.]