25 Simple Words - B&B - Flangst - K - Author: Meegs82

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CHAPTER 14

Brennan arrived back at the room around 7:45. The book signing had been over at 6:00, but she had quite a few things to do before heading back to the hotel. She had tried calling Booth around 6:15, but he hadn’t answered. His phone had gone straight to voicemail. She was not at all surprised that Booth did not want to talk to her. She just hoped that he would forgive her.

Brennan’s heart sank as she walked into the living room. There was no Booth. His suitcase was still sitting on the sofa, so she knew he hadn’t gone home. He had said he’d be back by late afternoon and it was well into the evening.

“Booth?” she called out and checked the bedroom and the bathroom (carefully this time). Upon reentering the living room, she noticed that the side pocket of the suitcase was unzipped and a few items were falling out. Brennan squinted down at the suitcase and noticed that his sunglasses’ case and his sunscreen were lying out. She opened the case and found no sunglasses. She immediately knew where he was.

She left the room and walked the 15 feet to the pool. The sun was setting, but it was still nearly 100 degrees out and there were a handful of people at the pool. Two kids swam in the shallow end while a woman watched. An older couple sat on lounge chairs, holding hands. Brennan thought this was quite sweet. Her eyes panned slowly from left to right. They finally fell on a tall, dark, and handsome man wearing sunglasses and swim trunks, lying on a lounge chair. Brennan smiled. She had been so focused on getting into the room that she hadn’t seen him before. He apparently hadn’t seen her either, or he had ignored her. The thought pained her and she shook it away.

She sighed and found the courage to walk over to the lazy boy in the lounge chair. He didn’t move as she approached.

“Booth?” she asked. He still didn’t budge. She sat on the lounge chair next to him and poked his shoulder. “Booth?”

“Huh, what, where?” Booth sprang up to a sitting position and Brennan leaned back. His eyes settled on her and he swiped his hand across his face, trying to wake up. “You okay?” he asked her.

She was confused. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He took a moment to get reoriented and he finally realized that he had fallen asleep at the pool. He took his sunglasses off, avoiding direct eye contact with Brennan.

“Booth, I know you probably don’t want to talk to me because, well…that’s understandable,” Brennan began to say. Booth looked over at her. She was struggling for the words and he felt badly for her. “Can we go to the room? I have some things to tell you,” Brennan suggested, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset.

“Sure, Bones,” Booth replied and he got up and held his hand for her to get up. She looked at his hand and then at him and finally, she took it.

Once they were safely inside the suite, Booth grabbed a wife-beater and put it on over his head. Brennan walked to the desk and pulled a brown paper bag out of a sack.

“My first peace offering,” she said as she handed the bag to Booth. He took it and pulled out a bottle of Dom Perignon. He half-smiled and set the bottle down on the table.

Brennan then walked over to her purse and pulled out a piece of notebook paper. “I just want to say that I’m sorry,” Brennan began as Booth took a seat on the sofa. Brennan stood just in front of the table. “I-I acted irrationally because…because I was scared. I never thought you would see that note and I wrote it when…” Brennan could not hold back the tears, “…when I thought I only had an hour to live. Every word of it was true…it still is. I just…I didn’t know how to handle it and I handled it badly. Extremely badly,” she emphasized the last two words. She looked away from Booth and down at the paper in her hands. She shifted her jaw as she tried to fight back the tears. It was no use.

Booth sat there, his heart breaking inside. He wasn’t mad at her. He just wanted her to be alright, to be herself again. His face softened as she spoke the words. He had been so afraid that she would still be mad at him. He remained silent.

“This is for you, Booth,” Brennan said after a long pause, extending the paper out to him. “I want you to read it now. I can leave the room if you’d like,” Brennan told him.

Booth took hold of the paper. “You don’t have to leave, Bones,” he told her. He looked at her and she didn’t move. She stayed right in the same spot. He focused his attention on the piece of paper. It was folded in half. He opened it and began to read:

“Dr. Kathy Reichs stood in front of FBI Special Agent Andy Lister, begging him to stay. She knew she had behaved like a complete and utter wacko the night before. *Booth couldn’t help but smile* He had done the most amazing things for her…things that no one had ever done for her. He had made her feel like a princess. And most of all, he had made her feel like the most wonderful woman in the world. She was so used to pushing people away that it was strange for her to let someone in. But she had done just that with Andy and when he had revealed his soul to her, she had crushed his heart with a hammer. She was afraid that he wouldn’t forgive her. After everything they had been through together, she thought that he would, but there was a part of her that was incredibly frightened that he would walk out of her life forever. She knew that she couldn’t deal with that. She needed him…more than she probably knew. As cliché as it sounded, he was the half that made her whole. He made her complete. She didn’t know herself without him anymore. She wanted so badly to take back the way she had reacted the night before. She wanted to run into his arms because that was where she felt the safest. Nothing could hurt her when she was in his arms…nothing. He was her guardian angel. And now she stood before him, hoping that he would realize how much she cared for him and how sorry she was…and how much she truly loved him. She held her breath, waiting for his answer…”

Booth paused a moment before folding the piece of paper in half and setting it on the table. Brennan held her breath, staring intently at Booth, waiting…

Booth stood up, avoiding eye contact with Brennan, and walked over to the desk. Brennan’s eyes followed his every step. His back was turned to her. He reached into a bag on the desk and then turned around with his hand stretched out in front of him. Slowly, a smile crept its way to either side of his face.

Brennan stared at the small object in Booth’s hand and she couldn’t hold back the laugh…or the tears.

“Dr. Brennan, meet Jezebelle. I thought Jasper might be getting a little lonely,” Booth said as he walked closer to Brennan. She looked down at the pig figurine and as Booth reached her, she grabbed it and held it up. “Thought he might need a partner.”

“Partners are good things to have,” Brennan responded, smiling intently at him.

“You think? Really? Cause I thought you liked being alone,” Booth teased.

“Not anymore. You changed that,” Brennan said to him, another tear falling from her eyes.

Booth gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. “I did?” he asked, playfully raising one eyebrow. He thought about the letter she had written. “And you don’t believe in guardian angels,” Booth added.

“But Kathy Reichs does,” she told him, “And so does Seeley Booth,” she added, tears of joy spilling out onto her cheeks. He reached his hand up to her face and wiped away the tears just as he had done the night before, when they were dancing.

He couldn’t believe how amazing she was. “You are so beautiful, Temperance,” he told her, bringing his hand up and softly grazing her shoulder, their faces now only inches apart.

She shivered and closed her eyes at the same time. When she opened them again, Booth was still gazing at her. She looked down, breathing more rapidly, and as she did, Booth wrapped his arms around her. She reached around his body and held on tight, her head buried in his chest. The tears continued to flow.

“I’m so sorry, Booth. You told me how you felt and I ruined it for you,” Brennan apologized as she clung to him. He held her tighter, pressing her close to him. He placed his hand on her head and stroked her soft hair.

“Shh. It’s alright,” Booth reassured her, thinking of how absolutely adorable her snippet about Kathy Reichs and Andy Lister had been.

Brennan pulled out of the embrace, her hair matted to her face, and she looked up at him. Her eyes studied his eyes as they looked right into her soul. “I love you, Seeley,” she told him, holding his gaze intently.

He brushed the hair out of her eyes, smiling sweetly. Hearing her call him by his first name sent his heart soaring. “I love you, Temperance,” he said, continuing to stroke her hair.

Temperance leaned forward ever so slightly and their lips met. His kiss was so soft and tender and she fell deep into his arms. She held Jezebelle in her right hand as she grazed Booth’s lips over and over again. She reached her left hand around to the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. Each kiss became increasingly more passionate and finally, Brennan broke out of the kiss, not opening her eyes.

“Bedroom,” was all she managed to say before Booth’s lips met hers again.

“Lead,” lips, “the,” lips, “way,” he responded.

Jezebelle fell from Brennan’s grasp as Booth pushed her towards the bedroom door. “Wait, Jezebelle!” Brennan said.

“Jezebelle’s fine out here,” Booth said as he looked to where the pig figurine had fallen. He reached back for Brennan, grabbing her and pulling her towards him as he continued to maneuver towards the bedroom. She reached for his shirt and attempted to pull it off. It got stuck on his nose and Brennan broke out in uproarious laughter.

“Oh, you think that’s clever, do you?” Booth said with the shirt still covering most of his face, hooked on his nose. “I’ll show you clever,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he tore the shirt off of his head.

Brennan’s eyes expanded and a mischievous grin spread across her face as Booth grabbed her and propelled her through the doorway, closing…slamming the door behind him.
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Brennan caressed the toned muscles of his chest, sweeping her hands across his abdomen as she felt him tense up, shivers coursing through his body at her touch. Her lips brushed against his, her tongue probing his over and over. She pulled away for a moment to look at him, at his physique. Her breath caught as it had the other night when she had caught him naked. At the time, she hadn’t thought she would be seeing him naked again…at least not this soon.

“What?” he asked, huskily as she stared at him, her hands never leaving his chest.

“You’re an amazing…male specimen,” Brennan replied, a playful smile dancing across her lips.

He smiled back, his pulse racing at the thought of what was about to happen between them.

“Hmm. You think so?” he asked, a seductive smile blanketing his face as he pulled her close to him, his skin against her. He held her gaze for a few moments as her expression softened. His hormones and emotions racing, he couldn’t take it any longer and he reached for her overjacket and nearly tore it off.

She crashed her lips against his again, every inch of her aching to be close to him…skin on skin. She reached her hand to the back of his neck and gently tugged on his hair, the sensation sending more chills down his spine.

He had her shirt off within seconds and he now took a step back to gaze at her. His fingers stroked her smooth abdomen and then made their way up to trace the outline of her bra.

Brennan gazed back into his eyes as his hand stroked her shoulder. She smiled playfully and took a few steps backwards, placing her hands at the top of her pants. She slowly and tantalizingly crept her pants down as Booth watched. It took nearly all of his self control not to grab her and have her right then and there. He watched her every move as she flung the pants from her feet, leaving only her bra and panties.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice raspy and low.

She looked at him through eyes burning with desire. He read her eyes and in an instant, his lips were back on hers, his hand on the back of her head as he kissed her deeper than he had before. A small moan escaped her mouth as Booth’s tongue stroked hers feverishly. Her body writhed as his hand cupped her right breast and she desperately wanted to be closer to him.

She stepped away and started to unclasp her bra, but Booth’s hand stopped her. He smiled sweetly at her before bending his head to kiss the top of her breasts tenderly.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips grazed her upper torso. She threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged on his head once more.

As he kissed, he hooked his fingers underneath the straps of her bra, sliding them down her silky arms, noticing the definition in her triceps as he did. His lips left her chest and moved to her lips as he unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor. The instant it fell, he pulled his lips away and took in the sight before him.

Only two obstacles remained and he decided that the swim trunks had to go. As he removed them, she did the same with her remaining undergarment and at last, their bodies were free of all barriers. The electricity in the air pulled them together, their bodies like magnets, electrical currents surging through both of them like bolts of lightning.

Finally skin on skin, Brennan pressed her body up against his, her legs squirming with a craving for him to be inside her.

He could sense her desire and in an effort to tide her over, he pushed her forward and onto the bed as he gently swept his left hand across her feminine lips.

Every nerve ending in her body sprang to effervescent life and her eyes went wide as she moaned. She reached for his shoulder and squeezed as he slipped his hand between her lips and stroked her femininity with growing intensity.

He watched her face contort into fits of pleasure and yearning as his hand slowed and he returned his lips to hers, nibbling gently at her bottom lip.

She responded immediately as she pulled his head down, her hips shifting restlessly. She was aching for him and she couldn’t stand it any longer. With one swift motion, she shifted her hips and rolled him to his back as she straddled him.

A look of delightful surprise blanketed his face as he placed his hands at her waist, helping her maneuver to the right position as he joined their bodies in one thrust.

She was even more amazing than he had imagined…and he had imagined this moment many a time. Her hips moved rhythmically against his pelvis, her legs clenching his sides as she grasped onto his chest. He kept with the tempo she had set and he reached his hands up to cup her breasts, rubbing her rigid nipples with his thumbs as her head fell back with a moan.

He drove deeper into her and with each thrust came a breathless groan from the depths of his soul. He was on the edge of his self control, but he wanted her to come first…he wanted to watch her as he gratified her. Changing the pace, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her as his lips found hers again.

She was happily taken aback as she kissed him, rocking back and forth in his lap. She reached her arms around his back and grasped onto his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. She pulled her lips away and dropped her head to his right shoulder, moaning as her mouth hung open, drops of sweat forming on her forehead.

Booth’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt her kegel muscles begin to clench tightly around him.

She threw her head back as a tingling sensation began in the center of her being and spread throughout her entire body. With her head still tilted back, she cried with pleasure as her muscles suddenly relaxed, her entire body trembling at the shockwaves coursing through her.

He watched her face as the orgasm washed over her and within seconds, he had reached the full extent of his self control and he released, groaning into her ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Her chest heaving, Brennan lifted her head from his shoulder and with her mouth hanging open, she let out a sound of the utmost satisfaction. Unable to wrap her brain around what she had just experienced because it was the single most wonderful feeling she had ever felt, Brennan looked into Booth’s eyes with wonder and amazement.

Breathless, Booth stared back into her eyes as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“God, you’re amazing,” Booth told her, unable to believe the sensations that were running through every inch of his body.

Brennan closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly as she smiled, soaking it all in.

Booth had never seen her more radiant.

She opened her eyes a moment later and leaned her head in to kiss him, a quick sweep of the lips that he reciprocated.

“I’m only amazing because you make me that way,” Brennan said, looking deep into his eyes.

Booth smiled sweetly, his chocolate eyes sending warmth straight to her heart.

“I love you more than anything in this world, Temperance,” Booth whispered as if they were the only two souls on earth.

A tear spilled from the corner of her left eye and he gently brushed it away with his thumb.

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him once more, her heart filled with something she thought she could never truly feel or ever completely understand…love. It was right in front of her and for the first time in her life, Temperance Brennan accepted it with all of her heart.
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CHAPTER 15

“Yes, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan. I’m afraid I have come down with the flu and I need to cancel the book signing at 10:00,” Brennan said, glancing at the clock: 7:32. Her voice was husky as she attempted to truly sound sick. Meanwhile, Booth was kissing her neck and her chin and her shoulders.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Dr. Brennan. We have a Spiderman impersonator we can call as a backup,” the man on the phone informed her, sounding way too excited.

“Okay,” Brennan said, not caring in the slightest, “thank you, goodbye.” She hung up her phone and ran her fingers through Booth’s hair. She was glowing.

“Geez, took you long enough,” Booth whined as his lips moved from her neck straight to her lips. She brushed his lips again and her entire body shuddered from the touch. Nothing like that had ever happened to her. “Are you cold?” Booth asked, reacting to the shudder.

“No, I’m warm,” she reached her hand up to the side of his eye and rubbed his temple with her thumb, gazing lovingly at him. He closed his eyes in response and then he turned his head and kissed her thumb.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Booth told Brennan for the millionth time.

“You already said that,” she informed him, beaming at him.

“Well, it’s still true,” he said, smiling softly as he took her hand and began to get up. “Come on, get up,” he said as he softly tugged on her arm.

“What? Why? I just cancelled a book signing to be with you and you’re getting up? Booth!” she whined and he thought it was the cutest thing ever.

He jumped up and off of the bed and started for the bathroom. He had Snoopy boxers on and Brennan laughed at them. She hadn’t even noticed them earlier.

“Well, I was going to take a shower and I thought you might want to join me, but if you’re all cozy right there, then I guess I’m on my own,” Booth said as he sighed and turned towards the bathroom door, his thumbs positioned on the elastic band of his Snoopy boxers.

“Wait, Booth!” Brennan darted out of bed, and she nearly tripped over her own feet. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?” she asked, shooting him a classic Brennan look of confusion.

She brushed right past him and into the bathroom, leaving him standing there, a little stunned. A moment later, she popped back into the bedroom, grabbed him, kissed him and dragged him into the bathroom before he could even utter a sound.
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It was hot…VERY hot. But Brennan didn’t seem to care. Booth was pleased to find out that Brennan had indeed packed a swimsuit even though she had originally told him she hadn’t. Although, he was somewhat disappointed to find out that it was a one-piece and not a bikini (*of course, why would Bones have a bikini?* he had thought). She was now basking in the Phoenix sun in a lounge chair by the pool. Booth had insisted that she slather on about half a bottle of sunscreen (SPF 45), considering that she was so incredibly fair-skinned. “You’ll look like a lobster if you don’t,” he had told her as she had grabbed the sunscreen from his hand. Even though beads of sweat were beginning to form at the top of her head, Brennan didn’t care. She was loving every minute of this. *Why don’t I take vacations more often?*

Booth climbed the ladder out of the pool and his eyes fell on Brennan. She had on big black sunglasses that covered two thirds of her face. The one-piece swimsuit had started to grow on him as it was fairly low-cut and framed her curves well. Apparently, her eyes were closed, because Booth was able to stand there for quite a few minutes before Brennan noticed.

“What?” she asked him, lifting her head.

“I think it’s time for another coating,” he said, jumping forward and grabbing the sunscreen.

“Booth, you’ve slathered me in that stuff 3 times already. I think I’m fine,” Brennan protested.

“You of all people should know how bad skin cancer can be,” Booth told her as he pulled her up into a sitting position on the lounge chair. He started to rub the lotion on her back.

“Booth, I’ve been in the Western Sahara in hotter temperatures. I think I know how much sunscreen to use,” she informed him, slightly annoyed, but also slightly touched that he was thinking of her.

“Yeah well, you still need to be protected,” he replied as he turned her shoulders towards him and rubbed some lotion into her upper chest.

While he slathered, she looked at him, dreamily. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, smiling.

“What was that for?” Booth asked her, putting the sunscreen away.

“Nothing,” she replied, still grinning at him. “Now it’s your turn.” Brennan grabbed the sunscreen as Booth let out a whine. “Hey, no whining,” she said as she began rubbing lotion onto his back.

Booth rolled his eyes. “You know, I’m not my son. I don’t whine,” he told her.

Brennan laughed. “Yes, you do,” she replied.

“I do not!” he argued (with a hint of a whine), turning his body around. She grabbed his shoulders and maneuvered him back to his original position.

“Whatever you say…Parker,” Brennan said, snickering.

“Okay then,” Booth said as he clapped his hands and jumped up from the lounge chair, “I think it’s time for another dip.”

“Okay, you have fun. I’m staying right here,” Brennan replied as she leaned back in the lounge chair and closed her eyes, in a state of peaceful bliss.

A few moments later, Brennan’s peace was destroyed. Two rather large and buff arms were underneath her back and legs. She opened her eyes in time to see Booth looking down at her as he scooped her up.

“Booth!” she screamed. She continued screaming and kicking all the way to the water. He let her go in the deep end as she flailed her arms and legs, squealing like Jezebelle would all the way.

She was swallowed by the water for a few moments before popping back up again. She wiped her eyes and glared up at him.

“Booth!” she yelled, thoroughly irritated. All he could do was laugh, his hands on his hips.

“What?” he asked innocently, standing at the edge of the pool.

In a moment, Brennan’s expression changed dramatically as she treaded water.

“You think that’s funny, do you?” Brennan asked him, smiling mischievously.

“Yeah, I thought it was pretty good,” he replied, crossing his arms in triumph.

“Well, how about this?” Brennan asked.

A split second later, Booth was launched into the pool himself. As the splash subsided and he popped up out of the water, he looked to the side of the pool where he had been standing. Right in his place was an oddly familiar head of red hair. The woman underneath the red hair cackled and Brennan joined in.

Booth’s ego was completely crushed. He looked from Brennan to Wendy and then back to Brennan. He grabbed Brennan and pushed her underneath the water and she popped back up and splashed him.

“That’s what you get,” Brennan told him.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Booth replied, still slightly embarrassed.

“Thank you, Wendy. That truly was perfect timing,” Brennan thanked her partner in crime. “As usual,” she added, realizing that Wendy seemed to be in all the right places at all the right times.

“Of course, dear. Anything for my favorite forensic anthropologist. So, I see you two made up,” Wendy said as Brennan climbed out of the pool.

Booth followed. “What’s she talking about?” Booth asked Brennan.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Brennan replied, taking a towel from the lounge chair and drying herself off as she walked towards Wendy.

“I just saw you two over here and I decided to stop by. I’m leaving today, so I wanted to say goodbye,” Wendy told them.

“Wait, I need to sign your book. Do you have it with you?” Brennan asked her.

“Oh, thank you so much, dear,” Wendy said as she reached into one of her bags and pulled out “Blood, Flesh, and Bone.” “You don’t know how much this means to me,” Wendy told Brennan.

Brennan smiled and sat down to write. She took a pen from Wendy and began, “Dear Wendy, I cannot thank you enough for everything. You saved my partnership and for that, I am truly grateful. Yours truly, Dr. Temperance Brennan. P.S. You can call me ‘Tempe.’”

Wendy watched her as she wrote, reading the words. “How about if I call you Bren?” Wendy asked, a smug smile on her face.

“Sure. My best friend calls me that,” Brennan told Wendy. But as she closed the book, she caught a glimpse of the inside cover. The words, “Wendy Montenegro” were written in blue ink on the first page. Brennan’s jaw dropped and she looked up at Wendy.

“I so appreciate it, dear,” Wendy responded, a knowing smile wide across her face. “Well, now I’m off to catch my flight. You two have a wonderful rest of your stay,” Wendy said as she got up. Brennan and Booth rose with her. Brennan’s jaw was still open and her eyes were wide in disbelief.

“Wait, how are you related?” Brennan asked Wendy.

“Huh?” Booth was utterly confused.

“Oh, I’m just a dear old auntie,” Wendy replied.

Brennan smiled and pursed her lips. “I’m going to have a little chat with that…meddler,” Brennan said, in a state of disbelief. She managed a smile as she folded her arms across her chest. She couldn’t really be that mad after everything that had happened.

“Huh?” Booth repeated, even more confused.

“So, Agent Booth, are you going to say goodbye?” Wendy addressed Booth.

“Yes, of course. So nice to meet you, Wendy,” he said as he reached out to shake her hand.

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’ll be having a hug from such a handsome man, thank you very much,” Wendy replied and gave Booth a very hard squeeze. Booth’s face contorted, but he managed a smile when Wendy pulled out of the hug.

“Alright then,” Booth said, a little off-balance.

Brennan smirked to herself. If only he knew what this Wendy woman had done. If only he knew what a certain Miss Montenegro had done. *I am going to wring her clavicle!*

“Goodbye, you two,” Wendy said as she turned to leave. “Oh, and always remember your greatest talent, my dear,” she added, winking at Brennan.

Brennan nodded slightly, smiling as the older woman walked away with her luggage in tow.

“What did that mean?” Booth asked Brennan, thoroughly confused.

“Nothing. It’s a girl thing,” she told him and patted him on the shoulder.

“A girl thing? Bones, do you even know what that means?” he asked her.

“Don’t worry about it, Booth. You don’t have to know everything, do you?” she said, sitting back down on the lounge chair.

“No, but I just don’t get it. I thought you thought she was crazy,” he replied, still confused about what had just taken place.

“Well, I was wrong. She’s actually kind of like a guardian angel,” Brennan replied.

“You don’t believe in guardian angels, Bones,” Booth reminded her as he sat down.

“Well…some things change,” she said and looked over sweetly at Booth.

His face softened and their eyes connected. “Yeah, they sure do,” Booth replied as he reached forward and met her lips.

*Damn, Angela, you’re good*
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CHAPTER 16

Angela’s cell phone was interrupting her nap.

“Hello?” she answered, sleepily.

“Angela!” Angela pulled the phone away from her ear, but smiled upon returning it to her face.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” Angela replied and hung up, grinning from ear to ear.
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CHAPTER 17

Airport security hadn’t been all that bad at Sky Harbor and as a result, Booth and Brennan were nearly 2 hours early for their flight. Booth didn’t mind spending even more quality time with his Bones. They found a coffee shop and sat at a little table by the window, where they could see out onto the tarmac.

“I told you security wouldn’t take that long in the middle of a Monday afternoon,” Brennan informed Booth for perhaps the 10th time.

“Yeah, I know, you said that, but you never know. Plus I had to return my rental car and that took time,” Booth defended.

“And it is now precisely 2:30 and our flight doesn’t leave until 4:17,” Brennan twisted her watch so she could see it.

“Calm down, Bones. You’re the one that booked the insanely late flight. We’re going to get home at 1 in the morning!” Booth exclaimed.

“My publicist booked my flight, not me. And it was because I was SUPPOSED to have a photo session with a book club this morning. But THAT didn’t happen, now did it?” Brennan said, irritated as her blue eyes widened with every word.

Booth just looked at her, a little smirk on his face. “And whose fault was that?” he asked, trying to remind her.

“YOURS!” Brennan replied, clearly attempting to blame the fact that she hadn’t wanted to leave Booth’s arms and had whined every time Booth had tried to tell her that she probably shouldn’t cancel two work-related events in a row…on him.

“Ha! Hardly! You were the one who didn’t want me to so much as move my arm because your ‘abdomen was cold.’ Honestly, how does your abdomen get cold?” he fought back.

Brennan pursed her lips and her eyes just about popped out of her head before she realized it was no use.

“It…just…was,” she replied, rather unintelligently.

Of course she knew that it was entirely her fault that she had cancelled her final event of her book tour. But she figured she would at least attempt to blame it on Booth because he was, after all, the ENTIRE reason it was her fault. *Does that even make sense?* His arms, his lips, his breath, his…body…she hadn’t wanted any part of him to move. And so they stayed entwined in each other’s arms for the whole morning, occasionally starting a game of what Parker refers to as “Ticklemonster” and occasionally playing numerous other kinds of slightly more adult games.

Brennan sighed and surrendered to Booth’s charm smile as she sat back down, realizing that she had risen up out of her seat and had been shouting.

“You were the one who wanted to stay longer,” she said after a minute.

“Yeah? And your point would be…?” Booth asked, confused, knowing that Brennan was trying to reassemble her broken ego…and thinking that it was absolutely adorable.

“I…don’t have a point. We just need to get back to work,” Brennan surrendered yet again.

“Right. Work. But seriously, Temperance, wouldn’t it be great to take a nice long vacation? Perhaps somewhere not quite as deathly hot as Phoenix in the summer, but still…somewhere? Huh?” Booth tempted Brennan.

She smiled. “Yes, it would be nice, but I don’t have time to take off of work. I still don’t know how you managed to take the week off. Don’t you have to make that up?” Brennan asked.

“Yeah, but you wanna know something?” Booth asked, leaning in as though he were going to tell her a secret. She leaned her head in, extremely eager to hear what he had to say.

“What?” she asked after he had stopped speaking.

“It was worth it,” he said as a bright smile broke out across his mouth.

Brennan tilted her head to one side, grinning girlishly. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“Really? Are you now?” Booth asked, still smiling. “You know, you’re going to have a lot to tell Angela when we get home,” he added.

Brennan sighed. “I think she might already have an idea,” she replied as she had not told Booth about Wendy.

“Yeah. Angela seems to always know…things. What’s with that?” Booth wondered.

“She’s Angela,” was all Brennan could say.

“Very true. So, do you want a coffee? Since we are in fact, in a coffee shop?” Booth asked her as he got up from the chair.

“I suppose. Large white chocolate mocha for me,” she told him.

“Coming right up,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek and then on the lips…4 or 5 times before finding his way to the line to order.

She smiled dreamily after him for a moment before turning her attention to the window. She watched baggage being conveyed into a plane below. One bag fell off and a man with a bright orange vest scrambled to pick it up. She sighed, trying to rationalize everything that had happened in the past few days. She and Booth were…a couple? Yes, they were. *What exactly do we do now?* she wondered. Her brow wrinkled and her eyes glazed a bit as she thought. Her thoughts were shattered by the sound of something breaking. Brennan jumped as she was pulled out of her reverie and she looked over to see a broken plate, a muffin, and 2 cups of coffee scattered across the coffee shop floor. She looked up and Booth was standing, frozen in his spot, his cell phone to his ear.

She got up and walked the few feet to him. “Booth? What’s wrong?”

The coffee shop girl came by to try and help. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, we’re fine. Sorry about the mess,” Brennan said as she tried to pull Booth to one side.

Booth looked like a ghost; all color had drained from his face. “Drew, tell her that we’ll be there soon,” he spoke into the phone, his voice quivering. He slowly closed his cell phone, but did not move a muscle.

“Booth? What’s going on?” Brennan asked, deeply concerned at this point.

“Parker…gone,” he whispered, his eyes glazed over.

“What? Booth, I can’t understand-“

“Parker’s been kidnapped,” Booth finally managed to say.

Brennan’s face fell and she turned white as a ghost. He was clearly in a state of shock as Brennan could see. She was on her cell phone so fast and within 3 minutes, she had booked them on a 3:00 flight.

“Come on, we board in 5 minutes,” she told him as she helped him maneuver out of the coffee shop.
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I know, it was all sweet and fluffy and now...angst. Like I said, it's a trilogy! More to come soon!

BUMPING for Casey!

Wow! Meegs, great job! But Parker? What did that sweet little boy ever do to you? Loved it! Can't wait to read the second one

it was a really great story. i really liked it. but in the end, parker?

kiisuke10, this is the sequel

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Thanks for clearing that up, Casey!

And thanks, kiisuke, for reading! There are 2 more parts after "Regarding Parker" as well.