Temperance, aka Bones, stood outside of Booth's place for a good ten minutes, trying to figure out if she should go in or not. For two weeks she had believed that he was dead, only to find out that it was a joke at his funeral. She had been the only one not told, and she felt like a fool. She wiped a lone tear before she found the spare key and let herself in. She closed the door behind her and looked around the apartment. Booth wasn't to be seen as she made her way toward the music and she almost laughed when it was coming from the bathroom. She took a deep breath before barging into his bathroom, where he was in the bath tub. She would have laughed at the way he looked if she wasn't so mad at him.
"We need to talk," she said, folding her arms. What in the world was that on his head? She wasn't sure she wanted to know why he was reading a comic book and drinking beer from a hat. That wasn't her concern right now.
"You can't knock?" Booth asked and she saw that he was surprised to see her.
He had the nerve to nag on her for not knocking, when he was the one that had been dead for two weeks. "I let myself in," she answered, and she couldn't take it anymore. "What is that on your head?"
Booth rolled his eyes. "This is my bathroom, Bones," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"We have to talk," she grumbled. "How could you not tell me?" Why couldn't he tell her in person? She had the right to know more then anyone else. And she was left out. She had made herself crazy with guilt, thinking that it was her fault, and it was for nothing.
"I thought you knew, Bones," he said, going back to his comic book.
Bones' hands balled into fists and she took a step toward him to snatch the comic book away from him. "This is serious," she said, angrily. "You're supposed to trust me and care about me! Not just leave me out of the loop, Booth!"
Booth looked at her with wide eyes before he go to his feet. "I took a bullet for you, Bones," he said, equally as angry as her.
Her eyes widened at his wet, and very naked body and she forgot what she was going to say. "Put some clothes on," she said, before turning on her heel and leaving the bathroom.
Once out of the bathroom tears started to slide out of her eyes. She made her way to his couch before collapsing on it. She sniffled and buried her face in her hands as she waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She had a right to be angry. He should have told her himself. She thought they had that kind of relationship where he trusted her and could tell her anything, but maybe she was wrong.
"Bones?" His voice interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up at him, and he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a dark green shirt. "Yeah?" She answered, as she got to her feet.
"I thought you knew," he said, taking a step toward her.
"But I didn't, Booth," Bones whispered. "You... she shot you and I killed her. And I went with you to the hospital and I waited for them to give me some kind of news. And the doctor came out and told me that you died. Okay? You died. Do you have any idea what that's like?" She folded her arms and looked away from him. She could be calm about this.
"No I don't," he said. "But I was following protocol, Bones."
"That never stopped you before," she said, her eyes meeting his again. "You break rules like that all the time." She knew that he had broken rules for her before. For whatever reason, this time was different. Everyone knew but her and she didn't think she would be able to handle things like everyone else had. Only because everyone else knew it was fake.
"Bones, we had to get this guy," Booth explained. "I thought you knew. If I had known that you didn't, I would have told you."
"You should have told me yourself anyways," she said. "I thought you trusted me with those things."
"You can't be serious," Booth said, taking a step toward her. "Bones, it's not my fault that they didn't tell you."
Bones backed away from him. "Booth, you should have told me instead of letting me think that I got you killed," she said, leaving his apartment. And that's what it really came down to. She thought that he died because of her, and he didn't. The guilt that she had been feeling for the past two weeks had been eating away at her. Guilt for nothing, almost nothing. That crazy woman, Pam, was still going to kill her if she hadn't fired first. She just thought that the bullet meant for her had killed her… what was Booth to her? He wasn't just her partner. He had been more then that for quite some time.
She headed back to the Jeffersonian to do some work, and she ran into Angela as she headed to her office. "Hi Ange," she said, sitting at her desk.
"You okay, Sweetie?" Angela asked, sitting at the chair across from her.
"Yeah," Bones answered, not looking up from her computer screen. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to get some work done.
"You talk to Booth?"
"Briefly." She didn't want to think about him.
Angela got up and came over to her friend. "Brenn," she said, softly. "Don't do this."
"Do what?" Bones asked, finally looking up at her friend. "I'm trying to get some work done." The look on her best friend's face told her that she wasn't going to get out of this talk. She knew Angela wanted to know what was going on with her and Booth, and she didn't want to talk about it with anyone.
"He thought you knew," Angela said. "It's not his fault."
"He should have told me, Angela," Bones said, getting up from her desk. "Personally. Not on some list. He should have come to me and told me. He's broken protocol before." She couldn't find the logic in Booth's story. What had been so difficult about bending the rules this time for her?
"Brennan, that man has the hots for you," Angela said following her friend. "He just wanted to protect you for once."
"I can protect myself," Bones said, putting on her lab coat. "I have remains to look at." She left her office to head to the lab, trying to ignore what Angela had said. Booth didn't think of her that way. They were partners, and friends. But that was it. She shook her head of those thoughts as she tried to solve their current case. She had more important things to worry about then Booth.