The call... - a nonsensical something ;) --posted by CheeseBK [11/09/2007]

Title: The call
Author: CheeseBK
Pairing: B/B, Hodgela... but no real fluff
Rating: T
Summary: Angela calls Booth to come over to Brennans, because something seems wrong with her...... let's see how this turns out... (let me assure you: NOT ANGSTY!!)

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OOC? Yes, sir! Who cares... Musie placed this ridiculous little scene in my head and I had to write it down... although I asked for the next part of Lilac, Musie insisted on this.... so... here we go...



The call…

Booth was woken by the sound of his mobile phone. For a moment he looked confused and checked the time on his alarm clock. 0:20 Who on earth was calling at this time?

He hopped out of the bed, searching for his mobile, when finally he discovered it in his jacket. One look at the display made him feel concerned. Brennan was calling him at this time?

“Booth” he answered. Instead of Brennan’s voice there was another female voice “Booth?”
“Angela, is that you?”
“Booth... could you please come to Brennan’s? I think something’s wrong with her.”
“Wrong? What kind of wrong....... Screw it, I’m coming!” he answered.

He quickly put on clothes and rushed out of his apartment, to his car and was at high-speed at Brennan’s apartment. His heart was beating fast... Angela had not been descrïptive, but the term ‘wrong’ did not sound good, did it?

He knocked, but his impatience took over and he used his spare key to open the door instead.

He found them in the living room. Brennan lying on the couch, Angela sitting on a chair near her, beaming at him.

“What? Why do you laugh? What’s wrong with her?” His eyes darted over Brennan’s body to make out bruises, wounds .... anything.

Angela giggled “I knew... you would come! She is just sleeping.”

Booth’s eyes widened. “What? Angela....... why did you do that??? You scared me like hell... are you insane? You... you can’t do something like that... Mess with people’s feelings,... that’s just not right... I mean...”

Angela nodded, still smiling, then she hiccuped. Booth’s eyes narrowed and then it dawned on him. Angela’s strange behaviour, the clothes Brennan and her were wearing.... obviously they had been out.

“Angela Montenegro, are you drunk?” Booth asked, using his sternest FBI-interrogation voice.

“Yessssssss sir!” Angela mimicked a salute.

Booth rolled his eyes. “Great..... and you thought you should share that experience with me, because?”

Angela smiled apologetically and pointed at Brennan who was peacefully sleeping on the couch “She is even more drunk...” a hiccup interrupted her words “.... than me.” She finished, proud of herself she smiled. “She needs somebody to look after her.” She added.

“Well... you are here, where do I come in?” Booth asked her.

“I am too drunk.” Angela giggled. “And besides... this beautiful apartment has only one toilet” She raised two fingers, frowned and corrected it to one “And that’s defini...defini... it’s not enough for two drunken girls.... “

Booth sighed. He took a mental note to never, never, never let Angela get drunk in his presence... She was in an unbearable good mood and turned out to be a little smartass.

Finally he gave in “Fine...... I’ll look after her.... shall I drive you home?”

She shook her head. “No... I called my Jacky... he’s going to pick me up...... Do you think I want to be around when she.....” Another hiccup. “... wakes up and finds out I called you..... No, Ssssssssir!”

“How on earth did you get her in that ....... “ he looked down at the sleeping figure “.......situation?” he finished.

“Girls just wanna have fun, Boothie....” Angela giggled. “Now come... I had to get her out of her dusty little bones filled world. I tell you a secret, Booth” She leant in to him, and whispered in his ear “She likes Long Island Ice Tea.... verrrrrrrrrry much.” Again Angela giggled.

Booth began to impatiently await Hodgins arrival..... at least to get rid of those endless giggles.

“.... so we have been to that cuuuuuuuuuuute bar..... and there was happy hour for girls.... great.... and.... well.... I dunno what happened, hmm... oh yeah, we called a taxi and that’s how we got here.... then she sat down on the couch and was asleep at once ...” Angela told him.

He sighed once more. Somehow he was happy, that Angela had really made it to drag Brennan out of the lab into the real life, but this situation was just ridiculous.
‘She is not going to wake up in a good mood, that’s for sure.... A hangover, plus Angela called me and I am staying with her in what must be one of her most embarrassing moments....” he frowned. Somehow he knew the next morning would be lousy.

At that moment he heard a knock on the door. ‘Oh thank God that must be Hodgins.’
He quickly went to the door and opened.
A tired-looking Hodgins was standing there. “Hi dude..... I heard my girl is here...” he managed a weak smile.

“Just follow the giggles” Booth mumbled. “Oh, and Hodgins..... make sure she never gets drunk again...”

Jack smiled wryly. When the two men entered the living room, Angela was braiding Brennan’s hair, still giggling. Brennan was still asleep, otherwise she surely would have objected to the treatment of her hair.

“You know, buddy...... I think I got it better.... at least mine is sleeping peacefully!” Booth remarked after taking in the scene.

Hodgins lifted one eye-brow “Yours?” he asked meaningful.

Booth blushed slightly and shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

At that moment Brennan snored audibly. Booth’s eyes widened and Hodgins chuckled “That's not exactly what I call... PEACEFULLY, dude... okay now... I’ll take my giggling girl and leave you with the snoring beauty.... we can discuss tomorrow who’s been better off.”

He shook his head and went over to Angela who proudly presented him the braid in Brennan’s hair: “Look, what I've done, darling...” “Yes, beautiful, Ange... but we have to go now, okay?”
He took her by her hand and nearly dragged her out of the apartment. “Night, Booth” he said and Angela giggled “Bye, Boothie.... and make sure to hide, when she wakes up....”

Booth heard the apartment door close behind them and after some time the sound of giggles and steps faded.

He looked down at Brennan’s sleeping figure and admired her beauty. Finally he sat down in the chair beside her and spent the rest of the time watching her until he fell asleep.
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liked it or not?

Posted 12/09/2007 02:40:45 (12/09/2007 08:40:45 AM) bandbi

I loved it!! So cute and very funny!

Posted 12/09/2007 03:33:30 (12/09/2007 09:33:30 AM) CheeseBK

thanks!!! first I did not know if it would work out with brennan doing nothing except sleeping and snoring once

Posted 12/09/2007 05:11:58 (12/09/2007 11:11:58 AM) BGWGscienceteacher

That was great. I'm trying not to fall out of my chair I'm laughing so hard. Is this a one shot or are you going to write a few more chapters?


BOOTH'S VERY, VERY ATTENTIVE, PERSONAL AND PRIVATE SCIENCE TUTOR!

Posted 12/09/2007 05:15:19 (12/09/2007 11:15:19 AM) CheeseBK

thank you so much..... I really don't know myself if I got more to add to this one... maybe... there are some ideas, but sometimes that isn't enough...

Posted 12/09/2007 06:37:04 (12/09/2007 12:37:04 AM) CaRiNeSs


LOL....that was cute Cheese...loved how he was like my girl...so cute Will you continue this or was it a one shot?!

Work in Progress...thought I should get rid of the Christmas one...new one up soon!

Posted 12/09/2007 16:32:24 (12/09/2007 10:32:24 PM) fanofbones

Oh god...cheese...I loved it...it was adorable....
and please continue it...I will be your willing servant to read.

oh and wait for it..................
last

wonder what the penalties are for hyjackin fuckin threads?

fab



Go Flyers!!!!

Posted 12/09/2007 16:55:05 (12/09/2007 10:55:05 PM) miller0259

Will there be more?? Please!!!

Posted 12/09/2007 20:27:42 (13/09/2007 02:27:42 AM) HarHar21

awwwwwww[Only admins are allowed to see this link] liked this "i'll watch over you" feeling...whew!

Posted 17/09/2007 10:50:08 (17/09/2007 04:50:08 PM) CheeseBK

I have got a second part....

hope you like it.... a third part should be following soon....

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Brennan stirred in her sleep and suddenly she noticed something felt wrong… She felt… that she still had her clothes on, whatever she was lying on did not feel like her bed at all…plus: her headache was well off any scale she knew… She tried to open her eyes, but the light that fell through the small slits caused her to moan. After some time she tried it again and succeeded – partially. She had managed to open one eye …. And her brain analysed what she was seeing… her apartment. That was good! Although thinking was hard and ached she tried to figure out, how she had ended up on her couch, fully clothed.

The only – more or less – rational explanation was…….Angela. Sure enough, she could recall Angela dragging her out of the lab, not without “styling” her before… Brennan’s headache was impressive… but annoying and she failed to concentrate on recalling details of the last evening…. She had a faint memory of Long Island Ice Tea…. And she was pretty sure there had been several glasses of it… the innocent name had led her astray…

Brennan forced her eyes open again, deciding to get a pain-killer for her head and a shower. With both eyes open and finally in a sitting position she noticed that she wasn’t alone… Somebody was sleeping on the chair… and that somebody could be easily identified as Booth. Brennan frowned…. How did Booth fit into that story? Again, the only – more or less – rational explanation was Angela…. Brennan started to become angry… No doubt Angela had called Booth… for whatever reason… Deciding that her headache needed to be cured first, Brennan postponed more thinking and tried to get to her feet. ‘Bad decision’ were her last thoughts before her stomach started a marvellous revolution and her knees buckled beneath her.

She fell back on the couch, her knee painfully making contact with the couch table, causing a thick book to fall on the floor. The noise woke Booth with a start. He jumped to his feet and looked around astonished for a moment.

His dishevelled hair and confused face would have amused Brennan, but she was busy fighting down her urge to vomit right where she was.

Booth finally recognized his surroundings and smiled at Brennan “Hi Bones… how are you?” he asked, but when he saw her pale, sweaty face and the painful look on her face he knew the answer. “I see…hangover, headache, bad stomach… did I get everything?” He asked.

“Dizzy” Brennan managed to add and Booth nodded. “Figures”

Another wave of sickness hit Brennan and she rose and made her way to the bathroom… her movements were nowhere near steady, but she reached her destination in time. Booth heard how she slammed the door shut, followed by the sound of gagging. He sighed. He knew how a bad hangover felt, but he was pretty sure this was Bones’ first really bad one… and if he could have chosen, he surely would be anywhere but in her apartment to witness that experience.

He went to the kitchen and decided to make coffee…. Brennan’s stomach may still be sensible, but his was not…. And he was convinced he would need some caffeine to get along with Brennan’s mood.

The smell of coffee filled the air when Brennan returned from the bathroom. She had taken a shower and her wet hair looked distractingly different to her normal appearance.

Booth wordlessly handed her a glass with water and a bit of lemon juice. “Thanks” she mumbled, swallowed and asked then “Lemon?”
Booth nodded “Vitamin C helps the body to deal with the alcohol……you of all people should know that… you took something for the headache?”
She nodded and sat down at the table, burying the head in her hands. “Why are you here?” she asked.
“Angela” he simply said.
He heard Brennan snort. “I knew that. It was obvious… what did she say… that poor Brennan drank too much and needs somebody to look after her?”

Booth sat down beside her and placed his coffee mug on the table. “No… actually she called in the middle of the night to tell me something was wrong with you and I came here to check on you.”

Brennan frowned. “That was all she said? That was mean…”

“I already told her she can’t do things like that…. but she was very drunk too…. God, that woman giggles a lot after some drinks…” Booth shook his head.

Brennan managed a weak smile stared into her half-filled glass. “Mhm-mhm” she mumbled something.

“What was that?” Booth asked.

“Thank you.” Brennan repeated, still staring at her glass. Then she closed her eyes. “I feel….” She hesitated. “….like crap?” Booth helped her out.
“Mhm” she mumbled in agreement.

“First really bad hangover?” Booth asked in a tone he hoped was understanding.

“Mhm”

“Don’t want to talk?” Booth asked

“Mhm”

“Do you believe in God?”

“Mhm”

“Ha! Bones… caught you in the act… you did not even listen to me!” Booth said accusingly.

“Mhm….what? Sorry…. My head hurts.” She gave back weakly.

“Sorry to say that Bones, but you drank all those Long Island Ice Teas by yourself… now you have to deal with the consequences.” Booth grinned.

“Smartass.” Brennan remarked.

Booth chuckled. “You should go to bed and get some sleep… you are in an awful mood.”

“Mhm….sorry.” Brennan mumbled, rose and walked towards her bedroom…. A few steps before reaching the door she turned around and looked at her partner. “Thank you for coming here and looking after me, Booth… “ She sighed. “No Long Island Ice Teas anymore….” She mumbled and opened the door to her bedroom.

Booth grinned. He knew that she still wasn’t herself… the hangover clouded her thoughts. As soon as she had found back to her usual self she would react VERY embarrassed and VERY angry. ‘I should make sure to be out of her apartment by that time’ he decided and gathered his things. He left her a note on the kitchen table and drove home, hoping to get some sleep in his bed which was ten times more comfortable than her chair.

Posted 17/09/2007 12:23:31 (17/09/2007 06:23:31 PM) pretty_green_eyes

i love it. angela drunk very funny

"CONCENTRATE ON WHAT CANNOT LIE. THE EVIDENCE" GIL GRISSOM

Posted 17/09/2007 12:25:36 (17/09/2007 06:25:36 PM) BGWGscienceteacher

I love Long Island Ice Teas, and know exactly how Bones must feel. LIKE SHIT! I can't wait until Bones gets ahold of Ange. PPS


BOOTH'S VERY, VERY ATTENTIVE, PERSONAL AND PRIVATE SCIENCE TUTOR!

Posted 17/09/2007 20:15:19 (18/09/2007 02:15:19 AM) CheeseBK

thanks for your comments... I am working on the next part...

Posted 18/09/2007 03:09:20 (18/09/2007 09:09:20 AM) bnsbns

Oh I love it This is so sweet how Booth takes care of her

Here is part 3.....

Hours later Brennan woke.....Lying still for a moment she tried to recall what had happened... But her head still hurt and distracted her ... and though she felt hungry the imagination of eating something made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. She shook her head and tried again to recall last night’s events.

Some memories came, blurred, but they came. Angela, bar, Long Island Ice Teas, Taxi, apartment... black..... okay she had fallen asleep there... and dreamed of Booth in her apartment, lecturing her about Vitamin C??? How ridiculous... She smiled to herself and decided to get up and help herself to some coffee.

When she entered the kitchen she was surprised to smell coffee and when she spotted the note on her kitchen table her jaw dropped.

“Hi Bones,

hope you feel better when you wake up again.
Coffee is ready, if you need something, just call me, okay.... cause I don’t think you should drive today.

Just in case you forgot:
Angela called me to come over to your apartment, so don’t be mad at me.

I’ll come over with some takeout in the evening, your stomach should be okay by then.


Booth

PS: Did you know? You snore!”


“Damn it” Brennan spat out, dropped the note and grabbed her cell phone to call Angela.

“Hi Sweetie, how are you?” Angela asked.

“Angela! I hate you!” Brennan yelled

“What? Hmmm you can’t be serious, you love me, Sweetie!” Angela corrected.

“No, no, no. I hate you! Why did you do that? Why did you have to call Booth?” Brennan asked furiously.

“Did I do that? Yeah, right, that’s what I did.... Well you needed someone to look after you.” Angela gave back.

“I would have been perfectly able to handle this myself, Ange!” Brennan shot back.

“You, Sweetie, were only perfectly able to fall asleep on your couch.... and I had to make sure you were safe... besides I was drunk too...” Angela started to ramble.

“Ange, how could you do that? This is so embarrassing... And Booth...” Brennan was interrupted by Angela, saying “Bren, Booth would go to hell and back for you... and now, please, can we talk about all this later.... because I really have got a head ache and you are not making it better by yelling at me.”

“You deserve it! This is so embarrassing.... I do not even remember what I said to him...” Brennan sighed.

“Oh, so you talked? I though you just slept and he left before you woke up...” Now Angela sounded interested.

“Yeah,... well..... I remember that he said something about lemon juice and Vitamin C... I thought this was just a funny dream.... “ Brennan said.

“Oh, really......... So, you happen to have dreams about Booth..... on regular base?” Angela teased her.

“ANGE! What if I told him something....... something...... embarrassing? Something he should not know....” Brennan asked.

“Now, since he knows more about you than I do by now, that would be quite a thing..... wait... ha... Bren,.....you are afraid you jumped him or something like that?” Angela sounded excited.

“No.. ANGELA! No... that’s... I would never... I mean.... He is...” Brennan stumbled over her own words. “you partner... I know, I know...” Angela finished for her.
“You know what Sweetie... I don’t know what YOU did, but I do know that Booth would never take advantage of such a situation... Don’t you recall anything, Bren?”

Brennan shook her head, but then remembered that Angela could not see that. “No.... it’s all kind of blurred....” she whispered. “... but he left me a note on the kitchen table...”

“Did he? And what does it say?” Angela asked.

Brennan read out the note to Angela. “And I do not snore...” he added after reading it.

Angela chuckled “You do.... I witnessed that myself last night.... And he is smart, he made sure you’ll call me and work off all the anger on me and not him...
Bren, he made you coffee and he is going to come over with food... what do you want, that’s just sweet.... He loves to look after you, I just gave him a reason... wait a second...Jack, could you stir the sauce?”

“What was that?” Brennan asked.

“Well, we are preparing dinner, ... “

“What? Dinner? What time is it?” Brennan asked confused.

“Nearly 6 pm, didn’t you know...... what..... Did you really sleep until NOW?” Angela chuckled.

“Damn, Booth will be here soon..... I ... have to... Bye, Angela.” She hung up and hurried to the bathroom. A pale face with swollen eyes looked back at her. She remembered she had washed her hair, but obviously left it unbounded and now it looked..... well, tousled would have been a compliment. She looked at her clothes and muttered “Oh, no...”

She wondered why on earth she had put on her oldest washed out pyjama with teddy-bears on it..... but on the other hand, she still had been under influence of alcohol and should be thankful that she had even managed to put it on....

‘And Booth saw me like that’ she thought and a blush crept to her cheeks....

She washed her face with cold water, tried to flatten her hair a bit and hurried towards her bedroom to change. She just had put on jeans and a sweatshirt, when she heard a knock on her door.

“Bones?” he heard his voice.

“Coming” she answered and checked her appearance in the mirror on her way to the door.... ‘Well..... I still look awful, but surely better than before...’
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hope you liked it, part 4 is coming soon, but then it should be finished....