Sunsets and Car Crashes
in case you were wondering, you are like a sunset to me
You're all kinds of beautiful as you end my day
A/N: A quick BB one-shot that I couldn't get out of my head. I've always thought there was a deeper meaning to Booth's alpha-maleness.
"Please, just wait in the car, okay?"
The SUV rolled to a stop and Booth reached to unbuckle his seatbelt. Brennan slid the carton of half-eaten pie from the diner off of her lap and onto the floor, fully prepared to follow him to the scene. As she reached for the door handle, she felt Booth's large hand encircle her bicep to stop her from moving further.
"What are you doing?"
He was looking at her incredulously, almost as if he really believed she'd follow his directions this time.
"I'm coming with you," Brennan replied, shrugging off his hand.
"No, you're not."
Brennan slumped in her seat, crossing her arms, before she turned to face him.
"Booth, we have this argument all the time. You know I always win. I'm coming with you," she stated matter-of-factly.
"The suspect is dangerous, Bones. We don't know if he's armed or if he's even alone. Wait in the car."
"NO! Drop it Brennan, you can't come, not this time! For the love of God, just stay put!"
Shocked by the tone of Booth's voice, Brennan dropped her eyes to her lap and scratched at her jeans with a fingernail.
"Okay," she said softly.
She heard him inhale sharply and the tension in the car increased. Booth opened his door and stepped out into the parking lot.
"What about you?" Brennan questioned quietly.
Pausing, Booth let a ghost of a smile pass across his face before he answered her.
"I'll be fine, Bones. Don't worry about me."
The slam of the car door echoed in her ears as she watched him hurry away with his weapon drawn, finally losing him in the glare of the setting sun. She heard two gunshots, and it was over before she knew it. Booth reappeared at the door without a scratch on him, and Brennan felt something akin to relief wash over her. He holstered his gun, climbed back into the SUV, and gave her the facts.
"The bastard shot Agent Saunders. Just a graze, thank God. I got him in the shoulder and we were able to move in and detain him without too much of a struggle."
She merely nodded and turned to the window, rubbing the condensation off with her knuckles.
"Bones…" he waited until she looked at him. "I'm sorry."
"Booth, you don't have—"
"Yes, I do. At the very least, I owe you an explanation."
There was a brief moment of silence between the pair.
"Six years ago today, my partner was shot and killed in the field," Booth said. "She was only twenty-eight."
Brennan didn't quite know what to say, so she settled for placing her hand on his forearm.
"You blame yourself," she murmured after a second.
"It wasn't your fault…"
"I know," Booth said. "But that doesn't make it better."
Brennan slipped her hand from his arm and fumbled on the floor, searching for the discarded pie carton. She opened the container and the rich smell of the dessert permeated the car.
"Wanna share my pie?" she gestured to the carton now balanced on her knees. "It's apple."
"My favorite," Booth smiled.
"I know," she handed him a fork.
Together, they were going to be just fine.
A/N: So, there it was. I have an idea for a new multi-chapter story that may be up soon, school's keeping me busy of course.