"Booth." сказал(-а) Brennan as she leaned over papers on the case.

Booth pulled his hand back from her lower back, but continued to look over her shoulder. "Sorry. When's our Далее therapy session?"

"Wednesday. Sweets will probably do that thing where he doesn't talk the whole time. I'd bring something to do." Brennan put the papers back in the folder and stood to walk out of the office.

"Yes! Now we can eat?" he сказал(-а) with a hopeful smile. Brennan smiled back and nodded, following him to his car. "What do Ты want? How about the diner?" Booth сказал(-а) as he opened her door.

"Sure." she replied.


They ate peacefully, every now and then bursting into fits of laughter или leaning towards each other. They were happy, no worries of someone finding out they're secret.






"I told you," whispered Temperance as they sat in front of Dr. Sweets. He hadn't сказал(-а) a word since they got there.

"I think it's trick, some psychology crap again. Make the client angry enough to shoot Ты with his gun."

They chuckled and turned back to Sweets. He had a smirk on his face, as if he knew something they didn't. "You're not quiet whisperers."

"We know," they сказал(-а) together.

Sweets sighed and leaned forward. "I know something is going on with Ты two. Ты both Показать signs of dishonesty, like you're hiding something."

"Could Ты Показать me a few еще psychology tricks? I know last time didn't work out, but I really want to know some." сказал(-а) Brennan.

"Sure. But don't change the subject."

"Sweets, we got nothing. And apparently you're not feeling very shrink-y, 'cause Ты have barely сказал(-а) two words. Time's almost up, can we just go?" сказал(-а) Booth.

"Actually, he's сказал(-а) about 30 words."

"You can go when time is up." сказал(-а) Sweets.

"Fine. Then we'll just sit here quietly and wait. Won't we Bones?"

"Uh, yeah." сказал(-а) Brennan, looking uncertainly between Booth and Sweets.

"Fine." сказал(-а) Sweets, leaning back into his former pose.




"Jesus that was terrible. I can't believe he thought we were hiding something!" cried Booth, walking into the кухня and pulling a пиво from the fridge.

"You shouldn't have that. Your doctor сказал(-а) no alcohol. Do Ты want маринара sauce или Alfredo?"

"Marinara. And screw the doctor. He also сказал(-а) I'd be able to do everything I did before." he сказал(-а) angrily. Brennan looked at him for a moment, deciding if he could be responsible about it, then went back to cooking. "Want some help? You've done all the cooking for a week now."

"That's okay. I just have to boil the noodles and heat the sauce. Go relax, you'll give yourself another tumor if Ты keep stressing over little things."

"Well, thanks for all this," Booth said. He leaned toward her and gave her a squeeze. She smiled and put the noodles in a pot of water. He walked into the living room and laid down on the couch, the TV already playing in front of him.



"Booth?" whispered Brennan as she poked her head into the living room. It was one o'clock in the morning and she couldn't sleep. She'd decided to check on Booth to pass some time. She heard a grunt from the диван, мягкий уголок and crept toward him. She sat down on the floor Далее to him and leaned her head against the couch.

She felt her hair being brushed from her face and looked over to see Booth smiling at her. "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah. Sorry I woke you, I can go back to my room."

"No, it's fine. Stay." His eyes closed and she reached for his cheek. She caressed his prickly chin, Пение under her breath. Soon Booth was asleep again, breathing deeply Далее to her. She sat there for hours, eventually falling asleep with her head resting on his arm.