Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. The characters belong to Fox and not me. Though I recently came into the possession of the first season DVD. That made my day.

Rating: Er...G - PG probably.

Pairing: Booth/Cam, Booth/Brennan

Author's Note: So, the idea for this fic occurred during my Health Science classes and it wouldn't leave me alone. Originally it was going to be a one-shot, however, half-way through writing it I realized that it will indeed become a few chapters long. It's un-betaed as well as my first Bones fic. Please be kind.

Dedication: This is dedicated to my future commentary-commentator, Ems. I hope you like it Emi!

The rain fell heavily , no longer the faint drizzle of earlier. Flashing lights cast an eerie glow over the decrepit warehouse and milling figures, highlighting and exaggerating the drawn features from too many sleepless nights. The agents cleared the way as the man was led forcefully from the building, arms cuffed behind his back, blood dripping from a head wound, and a grimace from the bullet lodged in his shoulder.

Dr. Temperance Brennan stood at the entrance to the warehouse, arms crossed over her chest, ignoring the blood dripping from her temple, simply watching the downpour continue. She jumped slightly, startled, when she felt something settle over her shoulders. She looked up at the man standing next to her, ignorant of his own injuries, concentrating his full attention on the woman shivering at his side.

"You okay Bones?"

"Fine Booth." He gave her a look and she smiled faintly. "Just tired."

He nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and guiding her out into the rain, toward the black SUV. He opened the door for her, helping her in, before closing the door and heading to the driver's side, he paused as an agent ran over to him, shouting his name.

"You takin' off Agent Booth?"

"Yeah," he replied, reaching for the door handle.

"Better be careful. The weather's terrible and we just got word there's a pretty bad accident further in."

"Uh-huh, thanks." Booth turned and got into the SUV, slamming the door shut with slightly more force than intended. Brennan turned and looked at him curiously as he started the car, adjusting the radio to get the weather and traffic report before pulling out onto the main street. Brennan turned, staring out the window at the downpour and distorted landscape, drifting in her thoughts until she noticed the vaguely familiar surroundings.

"Booth?" she asked in surprise.

"Sorry Bones but I can't drop you off yet. Traffic, the weather, an accident..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair. "It'll probably only be an hour."

"Okay," she said finally.

He parked the SUV, helping her out and placing his hand in the small of her back, guiding her carefully around the puddles and into the building. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside the apartment, giving her a faint smile as she passed him. She stopped just inside it, rubbing her arms and dripping on the tile floors.

"Come on Bones," Booth said softly. He led her into the kitchen, pushing her to sit in a chair. "You realize you're bleeding, right?" She shook her head, reaching up to touch her temple as he went to the counter to get something. She brought her fingers away red and sticky, rubbing them together. He turned to face her, pausing when he saw the look of bewilderment on her face and felt a pain run through his chest at the sight. She looked up as he returned, pressing the towel he had retrieved to the wound. "Are you sure you're alright Bones?"

"Don't call me that," she replied automatically, ignoring his smile. "I'm just a bit cold."

"I meant..."

"Just cold Booth."

He nodded, standing up from where he had crouched before her, and stared down at her, trying to understand what exactly was wrong. Besides the head wound. She was shivering, even with his jacket draped over her shoulders, soaked all the way through. "Right. Sorry. Come on, lets get you dry and warm, then we can see about your injuries," he said, smiling and ignoring the glare he was on the receiving end of currently. She followed him to the bathroom and he handed her a couple of towels in case she wanted to dry herself or take a hot shower. "I'll see if I can find anything you can wear."

"That I won't drown in?"

He glanced at her in surprise, a smile twitching on his lips, before turning and heading to the bedroom. She glanced around a bit, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a moment, the cut on her lip wasn't bad, the laceration on her temple obviously the worse especially with the amount of blood loss, common to head injuries. The contusions were the most minor, they should fade in a few days she decided.

Brennan reached over, grabbing one of the towels and began to wring her hair out over the sink. She had never been this far into Booth's home before, always the entryway if anywhere and she frowned a bit. It was nice, homey even compared to what most bachelor men lived in. Then again, he had a son. He had girlfriends. That made her pause, thinking over it. Was it likely that Cam would be here? She doubted it but she really didn't want to see the other doctor tonight.

Booth paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched her frown at her reflection, her hands paused in the motion of drying her hair, clothes wet and clinging. He tore his gaze from her, reminding himself firmly that she was his partner and the most stubborn woman he had met. She noticed him finally, half-turning to face him and he put on his patented grin and she rolled her eyes a bit.

"Do you have any band-aides? Or a first-aide kit?" she asked as he handed her the slightly over-sized clothing.

"Yeah, top drawer on the right." He paused as she reached over, pulling the drawer open and rifling through the contents. "Look, Bones...I'm sorry about all this."

She glanced up, brows furrowed and eyes puzzled. "No, it's alright. It isn't your fault. Thank you Booth, for everything." She looked uncertain still, but she was sure of her response. None of it had been his fault. He flashed her a grin in response, trying to reassure her that everything was fine. She didn't look all that reassured.

"It's going to be okay Bones. It's over, he's in custody now." She nodded and he walked over, pulling her into a hug, ignoring the pain lancing through his arm and shoulder and the surprise reflected in her posture. "You're going to be okay," he told her softly, "he's not going to hurt you. No one will ever hurt you."

"You don't know that," she replied softly, finally returning the hug and burying her face in his shoulder.

"Yes I do." She glanced at him, pulling back to meet his eyes and he gave her the smile that he knew always wore her down. "I won't let them." She rolled her eyes and he smiled, hugging her once more before gesturing to the clothes. "Get warm and come into the kitchen," he said softly, stepping back and pulling the door shut behind him.

"Hungry?" Booth asked when she entered the warm kitchen fifteen or so minutes later, a large bandage covering her temple. She smiled, going over and leaning against the counter next to him. The clothes were oversized, she had known they would be. She was dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of drawstring pants that she had needed to roll and tie as tightly as possible.

"A bit," she agreed with a nod. She watched as he moved to the refrigerator, remembering faintly the incident at her own apartment and wincing slightly as he opened it. Her eyes narrowed as he reached in, grabbing something out of the door before opening the freezer and pulling a carton of ice cream out. "Ice cream?" she asked.

He nodded, grinning at her. "Yeah, you like sundaes?"

"Yeah." She frowned as he fumbled, almost dropping the carton and wincing. "You're injured," she said matter-of-fact. She walked over, touching his left shoulder and he shifted away from her.

"It's fine."



"I told you not to call me that." She glared at him, pushing him into a kitchen chair. "Stay there, I'm getting that first aide kit." She returned a few minutes later, eyeing him carefully, before narrowing her eyes once more. "You need to remove your shirt so I can see the wound." He stared at her and she tapped her nails on the table, setting the kit next to him on the wooden surface. "Did you hear me? Take off your shirt."

"What? Why?" he asked, staring at her.

"I need to see the wound. I need to know how to treat it."

"You can't figure it out on your own?"

She gave him a look, arms crossed over her chest. "No, I can't." She tugged lightly on the fabric. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he grumbled. He reached up carefully, wincing as he started to unbutton the shirt. She noticed the wince and stopped sorting the contents of the kit, instead she shooed his hands away and finished for him, leaving his mind thinking about other activities that could transpire from this little action.

"Not that bad, right?" he asks. His answer is a cotton swab of peroxide applied to the wound and he hisses air between his teeth, glaring at her. "Warning next time?"

She glared at him as she probed the gash with her finger. "You deserve it. Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

He debated on what to tell her, on whether-or-not a shrug would work, but judging by her glare anything he said could and probably would be used against him. He sighed finally as she pulled out gauze and began to bandage the cut. "I didn't want you to worry." He can tell it was the wrong answer by the look she gave him.

"Not worry? Seeley Booth!" she yelled. He had never seen her as angry as she was before and he swallowed as she taped the dressing down forcefully. "You...Did you expect me to not worry when you were admitted to the hospital for an infection or something?" she demanded, glaring at her partner furiously.

"Bones," he mumbled. She looked away, standing and closing the kit with an audible click and he sighed, standing as well and pulling her into a hug, heedless of her protests, until she finally returned it. "It's okay, everything's fine," he mumbled.

"You always say that but tonight...What happened with Valdez...You should have told me you were injured," she muttered. She wouldn't admit to being scared, they both knew it, just as they both knew the emotion that was an undercurrent to her words.

"I'm okay Bones. I would've told you if it had been more serious."

"If it had been more serious I would have noticed," she grumbled.

He laughed quietly, pulling away from her and turning to the ice cream that was starting to soften. "How about those sundaes?" he asked with a smile.

"Sounds good."

She watched him before grabbing the white plastic container and carrying it back to the bathroom. When she returned to the kitchen he was putting away the ingredients, a smile appearing when he saw her in the doorway. "Cherry?" he asked.

"Of course."

He handed her a bowl of ice cream and they moved into the living room, sitting down on the sofa. "Are you okay?" he asked her finally. She gave him a look and he smiled faintly. "Tonight was, this case was..."

"I'm fine Booth. I promise."

"Okay." He reached over, turning the t.v. on and flipping through the channels until he came across a scene of a girl in some sort of water, a ship approaching and loud wailing echoing around.

"Booth? What is this?" Brennan asked, turning to face him.

"You've never seen The Princess Bride?" he asked in surprise. She shook her head and he rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and she glanced at him, eyebrow raised. "You have to watch more t.v.," he grumbled.

"Why? So I can see...why are they climbing a cliff?" she asked suddenly.

He laughed again, placing the ice cream bowl on the coffee table before settling back against the sofa. "Bones, do me a favor?"

She looked up at him curiously. "What?"

"Shut-up and watch the movie. You'll like it."

"Even though it is completely illogical?"

"Yes, even though it is completely illogical."

He jerked awake sometime later, unsure of exactly what time it was or why there was a pressure on his shoulder. He glanced over and smiled when he saw Bones curled up against him, fast asleep, her auburn hair tickling his skin. The movie was long since over, another one starting but he didn't recognize it. Vaguely he wondered if he should move her but he didn't want to wake her or even if he could lift her with his shoulder.

Instead he settled for reaching around her and grabbing the blanket, wrapping it around them both. He stared down at her, he had never seen her as completely peaceful as she looked this moment. He smiled faintly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before resting his head on hers, his eyes already closing on their own accord.

Bright early morning sunlight filtered through the unclosed blinds, illuminating the sleeping pair and prodding at their closed eyelids. Brennan was the first to wake, yawning and stretching slightly, surprised to feel the warm body against her. She looked over at Booth smiling faintly and watching him for a few minutes, realizing they both must have fallen asleep. She was slightly disappointed, she had wanted to see the end of the movie, despite the fact that none of the things in it could happen, it defied physics and just natural laws of nature.

Booth yawned widely, his arm tightening around her automatically and she smiled as his eyes blinked open. "Morning," she said brightly.

"Morning," he replied, more sluggishly. He was never really awake until his second, or third, cup of coffee. "You seem rather chipper."


"Hyper, enthusiastic, awake," he replied curtly.

"And you seem lethargic, fatigued, sleepy," she replied with a smile.

"Right. I'm going to make some coffee."

"Apples wake you up more," she replied calmly. He shot her a glare but it was ruined by the smile fighting its way to his lips. He just couldn't stay upset or grumpy with her smiling like that. "Have your coffee," she said. "Do you want me to make breakfast?"

"You cook?" He bit his tongue immediately after saying it. Of course she could cook, why wouldn't she be able to? Maybe it was the fact that she was offering to cook for the both of them instead of simply gathering her things, shit he hadn't put her clothes in the dryer, and leaving.

"Yes, not a lot. But I do cook," she replied. "Eggs and toast?" she asked.

"Sounds good but you don't have to..."

"You let me stay here, it's the least I can do Booth." He flashed her another grateful look as she extracted herself from his grasp, stretching again and he felt his eyes drag over her oblivious form. She gave him a smile before turning and gathering the discarded bowls from the previous night and heading to the kitchen.

Booth rubbed the sleep from his eyes, standing as well and throwing the blanket over the back of the couch, reaching to turn the television off when he heard a knock on the door. He frowned. The only one who knocked was Brennan and she was currently sorting through the contents of his fridge. He walked over and opened the front door, stopping when he saw Cam on his doorstep, smiling brightly at him.

"I wasn't sure if you were awake, you missed dinner last night," she said, pushing past him and giving him a quick kiss.

"Cam?" he asked, shocked at the sight of her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Booth, where's your frying pan?" Brennan asked, appearing around the corner. She froze when she saw Booth still standing at the open door, a look of confusion plastered over his face, and Camille Saroyan standing in the entry hall, staring back at her, taking in the fact that Brennan was dressed in his clothes and he was missing a shirt. Brennan cleared her throat. "Er, hello Doctor Saroyan," she mumbled.

"Doctor Brennan," Cam said, eyeing the woman carefully, "I didn't expect you to be here."