Booth spent the whole drive to Brennan's apartment wondering what had happened, though it wasn't a long one. He tried to stay optimistic, but he wasn't. What had happened? Why hadn't she answered? Was there another explanation that didn't have to do with her being in danger?
On the way there he skipped various traffic-lights and when he got to Brennan's apartment’s building he didn't even bother to park. But before he got to the bottom of the building's stairs, he breathed as he found Brennan running down them. She practically fell into his arms. Even dado the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel pleased; he was always there to catch her when she fell, whether she knew it o not.
He was brought back to reality when she dicho "Booth, we have to leave, there's something not right." And he could see so; she was in her slippers and she had her capa on over her dressing vestido over her underwear. He tried not to think about it too hard as he reluctantly pushed her away from him so that he could see her face. Her hair was like crazy, but he still saw how pretty she was.
"Bones, what's going on?" he asked. She was staring at him fiercely. "On the phone with you, I heard somebody else breathing, Booth, it wasn't you". Booth trusted her analysis of his breathing without question. She continued as they turned to leave "And when I stopped talking, he laughed." she looked at him. "He was laughing, Booth."
Booth knew why he hadn't noticed. He had been concentrating to hard on her voice... he couldn't believe how naive he had been.
When they were in the safety of Booth's car, Brennan's phone rang. Booth froze up and bent over to see the caller ID. "It's Angela" Brennan told him, letting him breath easy. As she picked it up, Booth looked at his watch. It was six o'clock, though he didn't know what Angela's calling limits were. He didn't even know his own.
As he was trying to listen in, he got a call from Cam. She was making sure that he knew about their serial-killer escaping. They were all meeting at work at seven. As he hung Brennan was waiting to tell him something. "We're meeting at seven in the lab." She told him. "Yep, Cam just told me." Booth replied, as he started scanning Brennan’s choice of clothes carefully enough to know that she must be freezing. He turned on the heating.
"Bones, are tu sure tu don't want to get dressed?" Booth asked her before he started the engine. "You're not cold?"
"Aren't you?" she answered. Booth looked down at himself. Under his chaqueta he had only a vest on. It seemed like neither of them were good at leaving in an emergency.
"OK, fair enough. But tu can't walk around like that. At least stop por my house and get a pair of socks o something." She smirked. "No, I've got a set of clothes in my office." though she knew that her feet were cold. "OK..." Booth started the engine and they left for the Jeffersonian. Brennan started to think about why Booth was worrying so much about her when she remembered the coffees, but she let it go. If he had gone for the coffees, she thought, he wouldn't of been there in time to hold me in his arms. She wasn't even sure if she fell there por accident o on purpose. She managed a sideways glance at her partner. As she sat there submerged in her own thoughts, Booth tried to look normal as he thought of why he offered her his socks is he knew that she would decline. Did he just want her at home, with him, safe, where he could watch over her? Then his thought jumped to the possibility that, if they couldn't catch there persecutor today, he could sleep on her couch, in her home... He felt her eyes on him.
"What are tu thinking about?" she asked. At first it sounded like a profound quote, but then she dicho "Normally tu won't stay quiet. And now I know why. Thinking around tu is difficult, at least it is for me." She didn't blush, she was just stating a fact.
Booth replayed it in his head.
"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.
On the way there he skipped various traffic-lights and when he got to Brennan's apartment’s building he didn't even bother to park. But before he got to the bottom of the building's stairs, he breathed as he found Brennan running down them. She practically fell into his arms. Even dado the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel pleased; he was always there to catch her when she fell, whether she knew it o not.
He was brought back to reality when she dicho "Booth, we have to leave, there's something not right." And he could see so; she was in her slippers and she had her capa on over her dressing vestido over her underwear. He tried not to think about it too hard as he reluctantly pushed her away from him so that he could see her face. Her hair was like crazy, but he still saw how pretty she was.
"Bones, what's going on?" he asked. She was staring at him fiercely. "On the phone with you, I heard somebody else breathing, Booth, it wasn't you". Booth trusted her analysis of his breathing without question. She continued as they turned to leave "And when I stopped talking, he laughed." she looked at him. "He was laughing, Booth."
Booth knew why he hadn't noticed. He had been concentrating to hard on her voice... he couldn't believe how naive he had been.
When they were in the safety of Booth's car, Brennan's phone rang. Booth froze up and bent over to see the caller ID. "It's Angela" Brennan told him, letting him breath easy. As she picked it up, Booth looked at his watch. It was six o'clock, though he didn't know what Angela's calling limits were. He didn't even know his own.
As he was trying to listen in, he got a call from Cam. She was making sure that he knew about their serial-killer escaping. They were all meeting at work at seven. As he hung Brennan was waiting to tell him something. "We're meeting at seven in the lab." She told him. "Yep, Cam just told me." Booth replied, as he started scanning Brennan’s choice of clothes carefully enough to know that she must be freezing. He turned on the heating.
"Bones, are tu sure tu don't want to get dressed?" Booth asked her before he started the engine. "You're not cold?"
"Aren't you?" she answered. Booth looked down at himself. Under his chaqueta he had only a vest on. It seemed like neither of them were good at leaving in an emergency.
"OK, fair enough. But tu can't walk around like that. At least stop por my house and get a pair of socks o something." She smirked. "No, I've got a set of clothes in my office." though she knew that her feet were cold. "OK..." Booth started the engine and they left for the Jeffersonian. Brennan started to think about why Booth was worrying so much about her when she remembered the coffees, but she let it go. If he had gone for the coffees, she thought, he wouldn't of been there in time to hold me in his arms. She wasn't even sure if she fell there por accident o on purpose. She managed a sideways glance at her partner. As she sat there submerged in her own thoughts, Booth tried to look normal as he thought of why he offered her his socks is he knew that she would decline. Did he just want her at home, with him, safe, where he could watch over her? Then his thought jumped to the possibility that, if they couldn't catch there persecutor today, he could sleep on her couch, in her home... He felt her eyes on him.
"What are tu thinking about?" she asked. At first it sounded like a profound quote, but then she dicho "Normally tu won't stay quiet. And now I know why. Thinking around tu is difficult, at least it is for me." She didn't blush, she was just stating a fact.
Booth replayed it in his head.
"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.
