Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (23/?)
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: 2,663
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two
A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait, it’s just that my computer broke and I didn’t have a way to update even though the chapter was already written. I just got my computer back, and here is the new update. The next update will be next week, I’m going away tomorrow for five days, so I will update it when I get back.
The reviews have been wonderful, I appreciate all the comments, you guys are awesome.
Again, thanks to my wonderful beta Jen (JSQ79), she’s just amazing.
Song “Let It Be Me” by Ray Lamontagne.
There comes a time, a time in everyone’s life
Where nothing seems to go your way
Where nothing seems to turn out right
There may come a time, you just can’t seem to find your place
For every door you open, seems like you get two slammed in your face
That’s when you need someone, someone that you can call.
And when all your faith is gone
Feels like you can’t go on
Let it be me
Let it be me
If it’s a friend that you need
Let it be me
Let it be me
Feels like you always coming up last
Pockets full of nothing, ain't got no cash
No matter where you turn, you ain’t got no place to stand
You reach out for something and they slap your hand
Now I remember all too well
Just how it feels to be all alone
You feel like you'd give anything
For just a little place you can call your own
That’s when you need someone, someone that you can call
Chapter 23
John and Booth were having a quick coffee during a short break from Booth’s case.
“So, how goes the war?” John asked, raising his coffee cup to his lips.
“What war? You mean my job?” Booth was confused.
“No, I mean you, yourself and you?”
“John...”
“Don’t ‘John’ me, Booth, have you gotten the girl yet?”
“Not exactly.” Booth looked down at the table, a wistful smile on his face.
“Why not?”‘
“Because,” Booth shook his head. “I can’t seem to... we’re together every day and things are good, really good. I’m afraid to ruin it if I say something...”
“You won’t ruin it Booth, trust me.”
“Bones’ still going through stuff with her Dad, and even though I know she wants a future with someone, I have never clearly seen that she is looking for it with me.”
“What do you need, a pair of binoculars?”
“Clever...”
“Maybe if you talked to her, lay your cards on the table ...”
“She’ll know I’m not playing with a full deck,” Booth joked.
“If she spent any time with you at all, she already knows,” John insulted him good naturedly.
“Why don’t you bring her back to Le Havre and tell her there.”
“I’ll think about it John.”
“So, how’s Olivia?” Booth changed subjects, knowing John would be only too willing to discuss this one.
“Beautiful. Every day I wonder how someone can get that much more beautiful than the day before; there is nothing more amazing than seeing your wife carrying your child.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it...”
“Booth, you had Parker. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
“It was not the same. I love him no matter what, but it wasn’t the same with Rebecca and I back then.”
“Well, I think you’re going to know exactly what I’m talking about some day.”
“I hope so.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next morning, Brennan was at the lab.
Booth was walking in towards her office, when Cam showed up.
“Hey, Dr. Brennan, it’s Bryan again, line two.”
Booth gave Cam a questioning look, and she raised her eyebrows, shrugging.
“Ok. Thanks.” Brennan looked up glanced at Booth at her door and reached for the phone.
“Hi.”
“I finally caught you - would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“Tonight... uh... well... I can’t really tonight.”
“Oh... okay would another night be better?”
Booth was listening to Brennan’s side of the conversation by the door with Cam.
“Uh another night... might be okay. Bryan... I’m very busy right now.”
“Okay, I’ll call you later then.”
“Goodbye.”
Booth didn’t trust himself to look at her. He walked with Cam to her office.
‘This could be it Booth, this might be the guy she’s been waiting for,’ He thought to make himself face the inevitable.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next day Brennan and Booth walked into the lab after an interrogation.
“Dr. Brennan, Bryan has called twice already.” Cam gave Booth a sideways look.
“Oh... okay... thanks...”
The phone rang again. “Make that three times if that’s him again. When did I go from Boss to secretary?” Cam asked herself.
Brennan answered her office phone, and it was him again. Booth rummaged through his briefcase looking for scissors to cut the phone lines.
“Hi Bryan...” She said not knowing what to do about this.
“You are not easy to catch, Temperance. Am I wasting my time, or are you the least bit interested?”
“I’m, I’ve been a little busy, that’s all.”
“Okay... I can handle that. I just want to make sure my invitations are welcome.”
“Why wouldn’t they be?”
“Temperance, you don’t sound too sure.”
“I’m sorry. What did you have in mind?”
“Dinner.”
“When?”
“Saturday night is when I’m available.”
“Uh... Bryan I’m sorry, I can’t, not this Saturday. I have some plans...”
Booth was still looking for those cable cutters. What plans did she have, he wondered. She hadn’t told him anything.
“Yes, you can call next week, and we will set a date for us to go to dinner.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
Later that evening, they returned to Brennan’s apartment. Mostly out of habit, as Booth had been extremely grouchy.
She hit the message button on the phone.
Angela left a brief message. The second one was the competition.
“Hi, I know you said next week, but I really want to see you Temperance. There was something when we met. I thought you felt it too? I hate talking on these machines. Look I don’t care if you can’t make dinner. Lunch will be fine, if not lunch then breakfast, or how about a drink or a cup of coffee? You see, I’m not going away, so call me back okay... you won’t regret it.”
Booth was fuming. When was his ‘friend’ going to give up? He watched Brennan’s face. He saw she was thinking about the offer. “So, what are you waiting for... you going to call him?” His voice challenged her.
“I might...”
“What’s stopping you, do it now. He’s a great catch.”
“He’s not a trout, Booth.” Brennan voice was icy.
“No,” Booth muttered under his breath. “He’s more like a blow fish.”
“What?”
“Nothing. So, are you going to call him or not?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“What difference does it make what I want? Isn’t that what you want? You said you liked him, didn’t you?” What in the hell was he thinking? Why was he pushing her into Bryan’s arms? “Look we agreed, if someone came along... it’s up to you.” Did he open his mouth again just to prove to himself what an idiot he was?
“I said he wasn’t my type.” Brennan’s words were clipped.
“Well, apparently you changed your mind, because you’re not exactly discouraging him.”
“What do you mean by that?” Her voice was raising.
“Oh, I don’t know Bones, you accept his calls, give him your home and office number, what do you think it means?”
“I didn’t want to be rude.”
“Yeah, we can’t have you being impolite, can we?”
“Why do you care Booth? We both agreed, I don’t owe you any explanations.”
“Fine, then why the hell don’t you just call him...”
“I don’t need your permission.”
“No, you don’t. In fact, you don’t need me here at all. I’ll leave you to your privacy.” He turned to walk towards the door.
“Booth, where are you going?”
“Home, where I belong.”
Brennan wanted to say ‘don’t,’ but the fact he was being such an idiot, it stopped her cold.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next morning there was a knock on Booth’s office door.
“Yes...”
Brennan walked in, still smarting from the exchange the previous night.
Booth looked up, the wounds were wide open.
“I wondered if you would mind if I stay at the lab today and work on the bones for the Reynolds case. You really don’t need me in the field, do you?”
“Ok.” He knew she didn’t want to be near him; he wondered if she ever did make the call.
“Fine.”
“Bones?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m... about last night... I was tired... I... I really hope you and Bryan...”
“I didn’t call him Booth...”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
Booth smiled a little, “So, does that mean we’re on for this evening?”
Brennan wished she could agree, but it was her only night to work on the cake and prepare for his party the next day.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” His voice was suspicious.
“I didn’t call Bryan, he called me,” She said it fast, not wanting to lie exactly... maybe a part of her wanted to see what he would say or do, if anything.
“Oh, then you did make a date with him for tonight.” He was crushed.
Brennan almost told him the truth, but she couldn’t spoil the surprise. “I have plans...”
“Well, I hope... everything works out for you.”
“Me too.”
“What about Saturday? What are you doing then?”
“I have other plans... for that night.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Bones, make sure he treats you right.”
“Yes, that would be a refreshing change,” she said with a little edge to her voice.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Nothing... absolutely nothing.” She turned back as she reached the door. “Booth...”
“Yeah...”
“Do you... I mean... never mind.” She lost the battle with her pride and walked out, wondering if this was the beginning of the end of their agreement.
X-X-X-X-X-X
At Brennan’s apartment, Angela was watching Brennan trying to make the perfect cake.
“So, what is it you’re doing again?”
“I’m making a cake for Booth’s birthday.”
“And why is that Brennan? Haven’t you ever heard of a wonderful thing called a Bakery?”
“I don’t want... Cam said something one time about Booth’s mom always making a certain kind
of cake for him, she said there was no recipe for it, but Cam described it. I looked on the internet, and I think this could be it.”
“So you’re trying to match his dead mother’s cooking? Tell me again, you’re not over him, are you? A woman only tries to do mom’s recipe when she has high hopes of marrying the guy, because we all know the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That’s what my Grandma always said, if you ask me... it’s a little low.”
“Angela!”
“This is getting out of hand Bren, homemade cakes?”
“I just thought it would be nicer than a store bought cake, and since his Mom’s been gone for a long time, it would be a way of...”
“Bringing her back from the dead?” Angela grimaced. “Gee, Bren why don’t you just hold a séance too?”
“Angela, Booth hasn’t had this cake since she made it for him. I want to do this for him.”
“Isn’t that going a little above and beyond... the grave,” Angela needled more.
“Look Angela.” Brennan said a little impatiently, “Booth has been good to me, okay... through everything... I just want to repay him a little. I thought you were here to help me?”
Angela remembered what a good friend Booth had been to Brennan, and she felt bad immediately. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m being unfair. Booth deserves to get his cake and...”
“Angela... crack the eggs,” Brennan ordered.
“What if this isn’t the right recipe?”
“Then he’ll never know I tried, will he?”
“If he knew how hard you are trying...”
“Angela... it’s a cake, not a bid for the altar okay?”
“Well, I wish it was a bid for the alter - you and Booth need to get it together and get it over with. When will you realize that you belong together?”
‘If she only knew,’ Brennan thought and looked at Angela.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth and Hodgins were in his car on their way to dinner. Seven o’clock the night of the big day.
Booth was not in a great mood - he hadn’t heard from Brennan all day. Hank and Parker came by with a present, but other than that, no one would have ever known it was his birthday. Then, Hodgins called in the afternoon after a big fight with Angela, and Booth was now on his way to dinner to cheer him up. That ought to be a good trick under the circumstances.
“So...you and Angela, this fight was bad?”
“Oh, yeah... it was like something out of a bad dream,” Hodgins was enjoying the subterfuge.
“Can’t you two patch...”
Hodgins’ cell phone interrupted him.
“Brennan... slow down... what’s wrong?”
Booth turned, questioning Hodgins with his eyes.
“No... don’t go back in... did you call 911? Yes stay at the neighbors... Booth’s with me... we’re not too far from your place. We’ll be there in about five minutes... yes, don’t let anyone in until we get there...” Hodgins’ voice was grave.
“What’s wrong?” Booth asked, wishing he could have spoken to Brennan.
“That was Brennan.”
“I gathered that Hodgins, what happened, is she all right?”
“Yeah... someone’s been in her apartment...”
“You mean like a break in?”
“Yeah... sounds like it.”
“I hope you don’t mind about dinner, I promised her we’d be right there.”
“I don’t give a damn about dinner... she’s got good security there... I have to check on her and see what’s happening.”
They arrived at the building, and Booth jumped out of the car ready to go to the rescue. Hodgins was behind him, smiling.
They got to Brennan’s apartment door. The door was open just a hair.
“I’m not waiting for the police...” Booth said as he got his gun.
“Oh... no... we don’t have to wait...” Hodgins pushed the door open. “They weren’t invited.”
“Surprise!!! Happy Birthday Booth!”
Booth looked around in shock, his eyes took in the balloons and the banner. His gaze rested on Brennan.
He could almost hear what she was thinking, ‘Now don’t you feel like a jerk?’ He did indeed.
She looked at him briefly, then away.
“Uh... thanks you guys, thanks.” He was touched by all the trouble they went to for him, especially her.
“You didn’t suspect a thing?” Cam asked suspiciously.
“God no...” Hodgins said. “I thought he would jump out of the car while it was still in motion, he wanted to find the intruder so bad.” He laughed.
“I was worried that...”
“Good thing we didn’t say something had actually happened to Brennan, like Sweets suggested,” Cam said knowingly.
Brennan’s eyes met his again, wondering if maybe he cared a little after all.
Brennan excused herself to the kitchen. Booth’s eyes followed her, wishing he could find a way to have his feet do the same.
“So, relax Booth, I’ll get you a drink,” Angela offered.
“I should see if Bones needs help.”
“Oh, don’t worry, she’s fine.”
A few minutes later, Booth couldn’t stand it any longer.
He walked into the kitchen, Brennan was checking on the potatoes.
“So, this is what you had to do tonight?”
“Yes,” she said glancing at him, then back to cooking.
“And last night? Did you go out with Bryan?”
“No, I had other things to get ready.”
“Bones... I’m...”
“There’s the Birthday Boy... come on Booth, relax for once,” Sweets said, ushering him out of the kitchen.
A/N: There you go, so what did you guys think? How much do you like Sweets at the moment? Haha. Are you guys cheering for Bryan? Review away. Thanks for reading.
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: 2,663
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Fourteen - Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen - Nineteen - Twenty - Twenty-One - Twenty-Two
A/N: I’m sorry for the long wait, it’s just that my computer broke and I didn’t have a way to update even though the chapter was already written. I just got my computer back, and here is the new update. The next update will be next week, I’m going away tomorrow for five days, so I will update it when I get back.
The reviews have been wonderful, I appreciate all the comments, you guys are awesome.
Again, thanks to my wonderful beta Jen (JSQ79), she’s just amazing.
Song “Let It Be Me” by Ray Lamontagne.
There comes a time, a time in everyone’s life
Where nothing seems to go your way
Where nothing seems to turn out right
There may come a time, you just can’t seem to find your place
For every door you open, seems like you get two slammed in your face
That’s when you need someone, someone that you can call.
And when all your faith is gone
Feels like you can’t go on
Let it be me
Let it be me
If it’s a friend that you need
Let it be me
Let it be me
Feels like you always coming up last
Pockets full of nothing, ain't got no cash
No matter where you turn, you ain’t got no place to stand
You reach out for something and they slap your hand
Now I remember all too well
Just how it feels to be all alone
You feel like you'd give anything
For just a little place you can call your own
That’s when you need someone, someone that you can call
Chapter 23
John and Booth were having a quick coffee during a short break from Booth’s case.
“So, how goes the war?” John asked, raising his coffee cup to his lips.
“What war? You mean my job?” Booth was confused.
“No, I mean you, yourself and you?”
“John...”
“Don’t ‘John’ me, Booth, have you gotten the girl yet?”
“Not exactly.” Booth looked down at the table, a wistful smile on his face.
“Why not?”‘
“Because,” Booth shook his head. “I can’t seem to... we’re together every day and things are good, really good. I’m afraid to ruin it if I say something...”
“You won’t ruin it Booth, trust me.”
“Bones’ still going through stuff with her Dad, and even though I know she wants a future with someone, I have never clearly seen that she is looking for it with me.”
“What do you need, a pair of binoculars?”
“Clever...”
“Maybe if you talked to her, lay your cards on the table ...”
“She’ll know I’m not playing with a full deck,” Booth joked.
“If she spent any time with you at all, she already knows,” John insulted him good naturedly.
“Why don’t you bring her back to Le Havre and tell her there.”
“I’ll think about it John.”
“So, how’s Olivia?” Booth changed subjects, knowing John would be only too willing to discuss this one.
“Beautiful. Every day I wonder how someone can get that much more beautiful than the day before; there is nothing more amazing than seeing your wife carrying your child.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it...”
“Booth, you had Parker. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
“It was not the same. I love him no matter what, but it wasn’t the same with Rebecca and I back then.”
“Well, I think you’re going to know exactly what I’m talking about some day.”
“I hope so.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next morning, Brennan was at the lab.
Booth was walking in towards her office, when Cam showed up.
“Hey, Dr. Brennan, it’s Bryan again, line two.”
Booth gave Cam a questioning look, and she raised her eyebrows, shrugging.
“Ok. Thanks.” Brennan looked up glanced at Booth at her door and reached for the phone.
“Hi.”
“I finally caught you - would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“Tonight... uh... well... I can’t really tonight.”
“Oh... okay would another night be better?”
Booth was listening to Brennan’s side of the conversation by the door with Cam.
“Uh another night... might be okay. Bryan... I’m very busy right now.”
“Okay, I’ll call you later then.”
“Goodbye.”
Booth didn’t trust himself to look at her. He walked with Cam to her office.
‘This could be it Booth, this might be the guy she’s been waiting for,’ He thought to make himself face the inevitable.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next day Brennan and Booth walked into the lab after an interrogation.
“Dr. Brennan, Bryan has called twice already.” Cam gave Booth a sideways look.
“Oh... okay... thanks...”
The phone rang again. “Make that three times if that’s him again. When did I go from Boss to secretary?” Cam asked herself.
Brennan answered her office phone, and it was him again. Booth rummaged through his briefcase looking for scissors to cut the phone lines.
“Hi Bryan...” She said not knowing what to do about this.
“You are not easy to catch, Temperance. Am I wasting my time, or are you the least bit interested?”
“I’m, I’ve been a little busy, that’s all.”
“Okay... I can handle that. I just want to make sure my invitations are welcome.”
“Why wouldn’t they be?”
“Temperance, you don’t sound too sure.”
“I’m sorry. What did you have in mind?”
“Dinner.”
“When?”
“Saturday night is when I’m available.”
“Uh... Bryan I’m sorry, I can’t, not this Saturday. I have some plans...”
Booth was still looking for those cable cutters. What plans did she have, he wondered. She hadn’t told him anything.
“Yes, you can call next week, and we will set a date for us to go to dinner.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
Later that evening, they returned to Brennan’s apartment. Mostly out of habit, as Booth had been extremely grouchy.
She hit the message button on the phone.
Angela left a brief message. The second one was the competition.
“Hi, I know you said next week, but I really want to see you Temperance. There was something when we met. I thought you felt it too? I hate talking on these machines. Look I don’t care if you can’t make dinner. Lunch will be fine, if not lunch then breakfast, or how about a drink or a cup of coffee? You see, I’m not going away, so call me back okay... you won’t regret it.”
Booth was fuming. When was his ‘friend’ going to give up? He watched Brennan’s face. He saw she was thinking about the offer. “So, what are you waiting for... you going to call him?” His voice challenged her.
“I might...”
“What’s stopping you, do it now. He’s a great catch.”
“He’s not a trout, Booth.” Brennan voice was icy.
“No,” Booth muttered under his breath. “He’s more like a blow fish.”
“What?”
“Nothing. So, are you going to call him or not?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“What difference does it make what I want? Isn’t that what you want? You said you liked him, didn’t you?” What in the hell was he thinking? Why was he pushing her into Bryan’s arms? “Look we agreed, if someone came along... it’s up to you.” Did he open his mouth again just to prove to himself what an idiot he was?
“I said he wasn’t my type.” Brennan’s words were clipped.
“Well, apparently you changed your mind, because you’re not exactly discouraging him.”
“What do you mean by that?” Her voice was raising.
“Oh, I don’t know Bones, you accept his calls, give him your home and office number, what do you think it means?”
“I didn’t want to be rude.”
“Yeah, we can’t have you being impolite, can we?”
“Why do you care Booth? We both agreed, I don’t owe you any explanations.”
“Fine, then why the hell don’t you just call him...”
“I don’t need your permission.”
“No, you don’t. In fact, you don’t need me here at all. I’ll leave you to your privacy.” He turned to walk towards the door.
“Booth, where are you going?”
“Home, where I belong.”
Brennan wanted to say ‘don’t,’ but the fact he was being such an idiot, it stopped her cold.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The next morning there was a knock on Booth’s office door.
“Yes...”
Brennan walked in, still smarting from the exchange the previous night.
Booth looked up, the wounds were wide open.
“I wondered if you would mind if I stay at the lab today and work on the bones for the Reynolds case. You really don’t need me in the field, do you?”
“Ok.” He knew she didn’t want to be near him; he wondered if she ever did make the call.
“Fine.”
“Bones?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m... about last night... I was tired... I... I really hope you and Bryan...”
“I didn’t call him Booth...”
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
Booth smiled a little, “So, does that mean we’re on for this evening?”
Brennan wished she could agree, but it was her only night to work on the cake and prepare for his party the next day.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” His voice was suspicious.
“I didn’t call Bryan, he called me,” She said it fast, not wanting to lie exactly... maybe a part of her wanted to see what he would say or do, if anything.
“Oh, then you did make a date with him for tonight.” He was crushed.
Brennan almost told him the truth, but she couldn’t spoil the surprise. “I have plans...”
“Well, I hope... everything works out for you.”
“Me too.”
“What about Saturday? What are you doing then?”
“I have other plans... for that night.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Bones, make sure he treats you right.”
“Yes, that would be a refreshing change,” she said with a little edge to her voice.
“What’s that suppose to mean?”
“Nothing... absolutely nothing.” She turned back as she reached the door. “Booth...”
“Yeah...”
“Do you... I mean... never mind.” She lost the battle with her pride and walked out, wondering if this was the beginning of the end of their agreement.
X-X-X-X-X-X
At Brennan’s apartment, Angela was watching Brennan trying to make the perfect cake.
“So, what is it you’re doing again?”
“I’m making a cake for Booth’s birthday.”
“And why is that Brennan? Haven’t you ever heard of a wonderful thing called a Bakery?”
“I don’t want... Cam said something one time about Booth’s mom always making a certain kind
of cake for him, she said there was no recipe for it, but Cam described it. I looked on the internet, and I think this could be it.”
“So you’re trying to match his dead mother’s cooking? Tell me again, you’re not over him, are you? A woman only tries to do mom’s recipe when she has high hopes of marrying the guy, because we all know the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. That’s what my Grandma always said, if you ask me... it’s a little low.”
“Angela!”
“This is getting out of hand Bren, homemade cakes?”
“I just thought it would be nicer than a store bought cake, and since his Mom’s been gone for a long time, it would be a way of...”
“Bringing her back from the dead?” Angela grimaced. “Gee, Bren why don’t you just hold a séance too?”
“Angela, Booth hasn’t had this cake since she made it for him. I want to do this for him.”
“Isn’t that going a little above and beyond... the grave,” Angela needled more.
“Look Angela.” Brennan said a little impatiently, “Booth has been good to me, okay... through everything... I just want to repay him a little. I thought you were here to help me?”
Angela remembered what a good friend Booth had been to Brennan, and she felt bad immediately. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m being unfair. Booth deserves to get his cake and...”
“Angela... crack the eggs,” Brennan ordered.
“What if this isn’t the right recipe?”
“Then he’ll never know I tried, will he?”
“If he knew how hard you are trying...”
“Angela... it’s a cake, not a bid for the altar okay?”
“Well, I wish it was a bid for the alter - you and Booth need to get it together and get it over with. When will you realize that you belong together?”
‘If she only knew,’ Brennan thought and looked at Angela.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Booth and Hodgins were in his car on their way to dinner. Seven o’clock the night of the big day.
Booth was not in a great mood - he hadn’t heard from Brennan all day. Hank and Parker came by with a present, but other than that, no one would have ever known it was his birthday. Then, Hodgins called in the afternoon after a big fight with Angela, and Booth was now on his way to dinner to cheer him up. That ought to be a good trick under the circumstances.
“So...you and Angela, this fight was bad?”
“Oh, yeah... it was like something out of a bad dream,” Hodgins was enjoying the subterfuge.
“Can’t you two patch...”
Hodgins’ cell phone interrupted him.
“Brennan... slow down... what’s wrong?”
Booth turned, questioning Hodgins with his eyes.
“No... don’t go back in... did you call 911? Yes stay at the neighbors... Booth’s with me... we’re not too far from your place. We’ll be there in about five minutes... yes, don’t let anyone in until we get there...” Hodgins’ voice was grave.
“What’s wrong?” Booth asked, wishing he could have spoken to Brennan.
“That was Brennan.”
“I gathered that Hodgins, what happened, is she all right?”
“Yeah... someone’s been in her apartment...”
“You mean like a break in?”
“Yeah... sounds like it.”
“I hope you don’t mind about dinner, I promised her we’d be right there.”
“I don’t give a damn about dinner... she’s got good security there... I have to check on her and see what’s happening.”
They arrived at the building, and Booth jumped out of the car ready to go to the rescue. Hodgins was behind him, smiling.
They got to Brennan’s apartment door. The door was open just a hair.
“I’m not waiting for the police...” Booth said as he got his gun.
“Oh... no... we don’t have to wait...” Hodgins pushed the door open. “They weren’t invited.”
“Surprise!!! Happy Birthday Booth!”
Booth looked around in shock, his eyes took in the balloons and the banner. His gaze rested on Brennan.
He could almost hear what she was thinking, ‘Now don’t you feel like a jerk?’ He did indeed.
She looked at him briefly, then away.
“Uh... thanks you guys, thanks.” He was touched by all the trouble they went to for him, especially her.
“You didn’t suspect a thing?” Cam asked suspiciously.
“God no...” Hodgins said. “I thought he would jump out of the car while it was still in motion, he wanted to find the intruder so bad.” He laughed.
“I was worried that...”
“Good thing we didn’t say something had actually happened to Brennan, like Sweets suggested,” Cam said knowingly.
Brennan’s eyes met his again, wondering if maybe he cared a little after all.
Brennan excused herself to the kitchen. Booth’s eyes followed her, wishing he could find a way to have his feet do the same.
“So, relax Booth, I’ll get you a drink,” Angela offered.
“I should see if Bones needs help.”
“Oh, don’t worry, she’s fine.”
A few minutes later, Booth couldn’t stand it any longer.
He walked into the kitchen, Brennan was checking on the potatoes.
“So, this is what you had to do tonight?”
“Yes,” she said glancing at him, then back to cooking.
“And last night? Did you go out with Bryan?”
“No, I had other things to get ready.”
“Bones... I’m...”
“There’s the Birthday Boy... come on Booth, relax for once,” Sweets said, ushering him out of the kitchen.
A/N: There you go, so what did you guys think? How much do you like Sweets at the moment? Haha. Are you guys cheering for Bryan? Review away. Thanks for reading.