“I don’t know how long tu think you’re staying here” dicho Brennan, coming back into her living room to find Booth lying on the sofa with his shoes kicked off, holding in one hand the TV remote and in the other a soda. Booth pretended he hadn’t heard her. “Anyway…” Brennan started, thinking of getting back to the lab “I’m going to bed, so tu better go.” Booth turned round to look at her. “I’ll go, but I’m just gonna make sure everything here is in order” he turned back round “Especially the TV.” he chuckled. “Ok, hmm… what we got here… Oh The Simpsons! Perfect“.
Brennan sighed. “Really, Booth?” she stared at him. She was starting to realize that he had never planned on leaving. “C’mon Bones, you’ve never watched the Simpsons?” Brennan sighed again. “Goodnight Booth.” She left the room, leaving Booth alone. He was off his guard now, and he fully started to worry about Sweets. He didn’t know why, but he tried to hide it in front of her. He thought that if she saw him worried, she’d break down to, though he knew it was stupid to think so. He looked around and observed the change of scenery. Last night he had been on his sofá worrying about her and tonight he was on her sofá worrying about her. He sighed and tried to concentrate on the TV.
Brennan was in bed, face up, lying awake. Of course she hadn’t undressed, she liked to believe that she was leaving soon, but she could still hear the TV in her living room. But now, her thoughts weren’t where they should be, with Sweets. They were with Booth. She had a strong urge to go into the living room, and eventually, she did.
Booth didn’t object to Brennan coming in to watch TV with him. They sat in silence looking at the TV, not really watching it. He didn’t object when she told him how scared she was for Sweets, and he confessed that he was to. He held her tight, and soon she fell asleep on his lap. He tried to stop his corazón from beating too loud as to not wake her up. He didn‘t dare mover for fear of waking her, and soon he too fell asleep. It was the first proper night of sleep he had had in months. He knew it was pathetic, though he wasn’t sure he cared.

When Brennan woke up she was surprised at where she was. She really had to stop hugging people when she go scared. She got up slowly, careful not to wake up Booth. She didn’t want to look at the time because she knew that it would make her feel bad about not continuing to look for Sweets. Seeing the state of her hair she decided not to go to the Jeffersonian until she had had a wash. She couldn’t help peaking at Booth, wondering why it was always him she went to when she was distressed, and not Angela o Hodgins… o anyone. Before she could make herself find a deeper meaning she decided that it was because he was always there, whereas none of the others were.
She hadn’t even undressed when there was a noise like glass breaking somewhere in her home. `Crap` she thought. `This is what happens when Booth doesn’t give me a gun`. She tiptoed her way towards the bathroom door and listened. It sounded like Booth was awake already as she tried to open the door. She recoiled in surprise as she felt the burning heat radiating from the handle. She looked down at her feet and saw smoke seeping from underneath the door. She grabbed a towel to turn the handle but the door was stuck, and her immediate reaction was to bang as hard as she could and started to shout out Booth’s name. After a few segundos she could hear him replying “Bones, stay clear, I’m going to knock the door down“. Brennan put down the ducha, ducha de head she had torn down to use as a barricade. There was a great hole in the door within seconds. He made a el espacio big enough so as she could fit through, and when she got out she gasped as she saw the damage. Booth wouldn’t let go of Brennan’s hand as they rushed for the door.
As soon as they got out of Brennan’s building the fuego department arrived, as Booth had called them as soon as he could. When they had both calmed down, Booth went back in with Brennan to see if there had been anything that had survived the fire. Angela, Hodgins, Cam and margarita arrived halfway through they’re search. Brennan was standing, looking at a painting on her muro that had been melted away por the fire. Nobody could tell what she was thinking. All Booth was thinking was that it was his fault. All Hodgins was thinking about was Sweets. margarita stood silently in a corner.
Brenna touched the canvas, felt that it wasn’t hot and took it down. She sighed in relief as she saw that the seguro that was hidden behind it was in tact.
Angela took a step towards her. “Sweetie, are tu OK?” Brennan looked at her. “C’mon Bren, lets get tu to my house to get tu some rest” she told her soothingly. Brennan caught a glimpse of Angela’s watch. “Ange, there’s no time. This man has Sweets.”