Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (17/?)
Title: Show Me What I’m Looking For
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,288
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen
A/N: Woah. I was shocked by the response to the other chapter. You guys are freaking amazing. I’m in awe of how awesome all of you guys are. 38 reviews for one chapter. Really, thank you so much.
Also, this song I’m using is from Bones, can you guys remember what episode?
Song “Heartbeats” by Jose Gonzalez
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
Chapter 17
“Nothing? That’s it? Well, here’s a surprise for you, I want something. I want more!” He said it, amazed the words actually managed to escape. He waited, frozen to the spot, for her reaction.
Brennan’s heart stopped, unable to believe he said it. Something prevented her from running into his arms. Hodgins’ words - he hadn’t had a woman since Hannah... maybe that’s all he meant. She controlled her joy with caution. She couldn’t risk making a complete mess of this.
“I… you mean… you want… more… sex?” She asked softly, hoping he didn’t... at least not entirely.
He felt his courage ebb. He was ready to tell her, but what if she wasn’t ready? What if all she wanted was sex? “Yeah… of course, what else?”
“Is… that… we would… you want to continue?” She was still a little in shock.
“If you do...” He said, trying to read her hesitation.
“What if the others find out?” She asked, wanting to kick herself for not jumping at this opportunity.
“Why would they have to? We kept the weekend a secret; if we’re discreet, no one ever has to know.”
“It’s… if we did this… it would… be temporary, right?” She couldn’t let herself give in so easily, knowing the pain she would experience again when it ended a second time.
“Until… we… ” Booth agreed, knowing he would settle for just about anything at this point.
“Until… one of us meets someone who would be…”
“It would be… a way of relieving the stress, you know,” he reasoned. “And just think what it will do for my temper.”
“Well, that’s true. It could turn out to be very good for the whole lab,” Brennan agreed, giving him a knowing smile.
“We do seem to be compatible in the exercise department.” His chocolate eyes were twinkling again, happiness was beginning to return.
“It would be good for our cardio vascular health.” Brennan felt alive again for the first time since he left her apartment. The idea of even a little more time in his arms had her head spinning.
Booth smiled the first genuine smile she had seen for days. “Recreation’s important. Too much work and no play isn’t good for the soul.”
“So,” she said walking towards him as he walked around his desk to meet her halfway, “Are you in the mood to work out soon?”
“I am, how about you?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting.
“Oh, I could definitely do some warm ups…”
Booth raised her arms together, smiling broadly as he counted, “one, two, three,” his lips whispered four as they met hers. Their kiss broke them free of all the heartache and uncertainty. They were back where they belonged, together.
Booth walked her over to his desk, his arms wrapped around her. Brennan stepped back a little, breaking away. “Booth, here? I thought you didn’t ever want to mix business with pleasure?”
“This is strictly pleasure, make no mistake about it… five, six, seven,” he said stepping closer to her as he buried his head in her neck, savoring the joy of aerobics.
X-X-X-X-X-X
A little afterwards, they were laying in each other’s arms on the floor, basking in the afterglow of a very strenuous workout.
“So, Booth?” She asked looking into those familiar eyes.
“What?” He caught the mischief in her look.
“Was what Hodgins said true?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased.
“Well, was it?”
He looked at her, tracing his finger over her lips. “What if it was?”
“You mean...you really haven’t ...?” Her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
He shook his head, embarrassed.
“So, I’m kind of messing up your plans to wait for the right one.”
“You are not messing up anything.” He said, kissing her hand. “Besides, since it’s been so long, you’re going to have your work cut out for you,” He teased her, so relieved to have her back.
“Is that so?” She asked giggling. “Sounds exhausting.”
“Are you complaining?”
“I just hope you can keep up!” She baited him.
“Is that a challenge, Bones?” He asked, ready to do his best to meet it.
They laid in each other’s arms, enjoying the moment.
Brennan couldn’t help but think about the time to come when it would all be over. “If you meet her, Booth, you have to promise to tell me.” She looked at him sincerely.
“I promise, Bones; you’ll be the first to know.”
The thought of that ever happening was something Brennan dreaded, but for now, he was hers. They had this chance. It was more than she had yesterday. Booth smiled knowing someday, he would tell her. He was willing to wait. After all, what was that saying… ‘Good things come to those who wait’… so far, it had proved true. He hugged her closer to him as they fell asleep on the floor of his office, dreaming of their future.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth and Brennan had been enjoying exercise sessions for a couple of weeks.
“That should be it for the night,” Booth said throwing the case file on his desk.
“And it’s still fairly early,” Brennan said smiling. “What should we do now?” She moved towards him; it was rhetorical question. They knew exactly what was coming next. The same thing had been happening every night since they agreed to see each other with no strings attached.
If they didn’t have to work late, they would sneak out - carefully making sure they never left together. He would spend the better part of the evening at her place, leaving early enough to go back home to change for the next day.
“Why do we always stay in your office? I mean, at least mine has a couch and it’s more comfortable.”
“I don’t know, Bones. It’s probably because it’s more dangerous here, and we know how much you love adventures.”
“True, should we go to my place then?” Brennan asked.
“No… it’s kind of late for that… besides everyone’s gone. I think we’re safe here.”
“So, you’re getting kind of daring in your old age,” Brennan said jokingly.
“I wasn’t that bad… and just what do you mean by old age?”
“You are older.”
“Too old to please you?” Booth asked with a touch of the serious.
“Oh… I think you may have a few good months left.” Brennan sized him up with her eyes.
“Only a few months…” Booth wanted years.
“Maybe more if you pace yourself.”
“Pace? So, that’s the secret?”
“Oh yes… it’s most important for longevity.”
“You know, Bones, I’m not that much older than you.”
“That’s true, but you seem to be a little rusty for your age,” She teased him again.
“Okay, Bones…” Booth’s voice was creaky like an old man. “You are a bit on the peppery side for me at my age, it’s past this old man’s bedtime… maybe we should call it a night after all…” He feebly pretended to yawn. That would teach her to make cracks about his age.
“I don’t think we need to do that.” She walked up to him putting her arms securely around his shoulders. “I bet you still have some life left in you; maybe we could take it nice and slow, so you don’t run out of steam,” She offered.
He dropped the act, his lips proved to her there was more than a little life left.
They were kissing passionately; he sat down on the chair, and she straddled him. They had discarded most of their clothing. They were so carried away in the moment, neither of them heard the sound of footsteps coming up the hall.
Brennan jumped at the unmistakable sound of keys and a voice. She pulled away from Booth her whole body on the alert.
“Oh my God, Booth…” Brennan whispered, “Someone’s here…”
Booth pushed himself up off the chair and he grabbed his clothes, Brennan was still in her slip, she snatched up her skirt, and blouse, heading for the door.
“You can’t go out… what if whoever it is sees you?”
“Then where Booth?”
“The closet…” Booth whispered decisively pushing her quickly towards the closet door. He at least had the foresight to turn on the light before shutting the door.
He scurried about the office and he grabbed Brennan’s shoes shoving them into whatever hiding place he could find.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Booth opened it.
“Hey Agent Booth,” Sweets said in the doorway. “I didn’t know you were still here, it’s pretty late.”
“Hey Sweets. You know, working late. What are you doing out so late at night? Don’t you have a bedtime?” This was just great. Sweets of all people. Anyone else, Booth could probably get rid of fast. He felt so bad shoving Brennan into the closet as if she were dirty laundry.
“Funny. I was just grabbing my house keys. I had dinner with Daisy and realized I left them in my other jacket here.”
“Oh… how’s Daisy doing?” Booth asked reluctantly; this could keep Sweets talking indefinitely.
It did, but after about ten minutes. Booth fidgeted uncomfortably, looking past Sweets at the closet door.
“So if you’re working on the case, where’s Dr. Brennan… I thought you two were going to work on it together?”
“What?” Booth asked surprised.
“The case, you and Dr. Brennan, what’s the matter? Did she desert you tonight?”
“Uh… yeah, she had something she couldn’t get out of.”
“Oh... well, did you need some help… I could stay...”
“That’s really nice, Sweets, but it’s really not something I can do with you. I mean, I need to have some privacy, you know lots to think about,” Booth hinted hoping for once Sweets would catch on.
“Oh… Okay… whatever… you sure you don’t need someone to test your thoughts on, we can work on the profile together...”
“Not tonight Sweets… I really need to concentrate. Thanks for the offer.”
“Sure… well, see ya tomorrow… don’t stay up too late Agent Booth. In fact, you should go home on time more often, like Dr. Brennan has been doing lately. She doesn’t stick around the lab as much anymore. I think maybe she met someone. She’s been acting more like the rest of us lately... haven’t you noticed?”
Booth cringed inside, knowing Brennan had heard every word.
“I don’t think she’s…”
“Oh come on Agent Booth, you have to have noticed that, until recently, all she did was work; she didn’t look happy at all… I figure she must be having…”
“Sweets, we really shouldn’t be discussing her like this… you know, it isn’t professional.” Booth was serious.
“Yeah… but Agent Booth, you should be grateful to whoever it is, because you two aren’t bickering as much lately. You gotta admit, Dr. Brennan’s mellowed some.”
“Sweets…” Booth tried quieting him; it was about as likely as stopping a tornado.
“I know, I know… Agent Booth.”
“I really should get back to work.”
Booth waited anxiously for Sweets to leave, so he could free Brennan from the confining space. He expected her to be fuming over Sweets’ remarks.
He opened the door to find her sitting on the floor. She quickly got to her feet, the humiliation she felt was visible on her face.
“It’s safe he’s gone… ”
Brennan swept past him avoiding his eyes.
“Bones…”
“I think we should call it a night after all; suddenly I feel tired…” Her voice was low, and he could hear the unhappiness in it.
“I’m sorry it took so long to get him to leave. And I’m sorry about shoving you in there.”
“What else could you do… ” She turned away, the tears were threatening to fall. “I’m going to head home. See you tomorrow.”
“Can’t we please talk about this, Bones?”
She couldn’t deal with this, not tonight. She felt too emotional sitting in the closet, hiding like some criminal. It gave her a very clear perspective of what they were. In her head she knew she agreed to the secrecy, but in her heart she was hoping he wouldn’t want to hide their affair. But it was just an affair, and it would end... maybe sooner than she had thought.
“Bones, please...” Booth tried to grab her arm, but she managed to dodge it heading out the door. She grabbed her purse and said nothing as she exited his office.
A/N: I know, it’s another cliffie, but I couldn’t help it, so you can kill me if you want. But I promise the next chapter won’t have a cliffie at all. It will be a sweet ending. So, look forward to that. Please tell me what you think, yell, scream or say anything you want. I’m ready for it. Thanks again for reading and reviewing.