Chapter Four

What Married People Do

Brennan insisted coming in to Booth's house with him when he gathered his stuff. Though he continued to tell her that she should stay in the car, she still came in with him, not wanting to show weakness.

"You don't need to come in," he told her.

"Yes," she said, "I do."

"Why?"

"Because I do not enjoy waiting in the car," she told him.

He moaned, but allowed her to come in with him. "Fine."

When they went into the house, Booth began to gather his stuff. While Brennan waiting sitting on his bed.

"You done yet?" she asked.

"I'm hurrying bones."

"You don't need to-" she started.

"I'm hurrying," he repeated.

She began to feel dizzy and laid back, looking at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and tried to wash away the migraine she was having. When closing her eyes didn't work, she began to look around Booth's room. His room wasn't as clean as hers, not even close. She looked over and noticed a photo on a table, of Booth with an older man, she combined that with some things he'd told her before, and concluded: that was Booth's grandfather.

"Hey Booth?" she yelled to him.

He walked in, holding a shirt, "yeah bones?"

"Is that your grandfather?" she asked him, pointing at the photo.

He looked over, and smiled. "Yeah, that's my gramps," he told her.

She considered something, "When's the last time you saw your grandfather?"

His expression became saddened. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"Why?" she asked.

He sighed, "Because I don't have enough money to go to where he lives."

"I could-"

"No, it's okay bones."

"I'm your wife," she used his earlier words to her advantage, "Married people do those things for each other right?"

He smiled, "Right…"

She returned his smile.

"Thanks bones."

"It's no problem Booth." she replied.

"You need anything?" he asked.

"No. I'm fine," she told him, lying through her teeth. Booth caught the lie quickly, and gave her a look. "I just have a migraine. There's nothing you can do that you haven't already done.

He watched her for a few seconds, to check if she was lying. When he decided she wasn't, he walked back into his room and grabbed the bag he packed. "C'mon bones."

She got up, but felt light headed, so she almost fell over. Booth half ran over and helped her up. He walked her to the car, and she let him help, against her will. He ran back up quickly to get his bags, and they were off to Brennan's house.

"So you seriously can bring me to my gramps's house?" Booth asked.

She couldn't conceal her smile, at his happiness. "Yeah, I can."

"I love you." he said smiling, but then looking at her and regretted it, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. The car was silent. So silent, he could hear her heartbeat. "I mean…"

"I understand Booth, you love me as a friend. I love you too," she told him.

He didn't believe what he really just heard, as friends, they got married for god's sake, and if he had it his way, they were not getting a divorce, he wanted to be a good catholic boy. At the same time, he felt honored that bones had said such a thing to him, it is bones, and she doesn't open up to people that much, but she did to him. There may be some hope yet.

She was watching him, waiting for a reaction, that he carefully planned. "You need anything bones?"

"I all ready told you, I'm fine for a while. There's nothing else you can do," she told him.

"I'm just-" he sighed, "I want to know that you are okay, bones."

She pondered this. She, being as rational as she was, didn't really understand this logic, it had been mere minutes since the last time he'd asked her if she was okay. Even he knows things don't wear off that fast. Then again, he does this often, so she shouldn't be surprised. "Okay Booth."

He turned into her driveway, and opened her door for her before she had the chance to open it herself. "Thanks…" she told him, and walked to the door. Booth grabbed his bag and followed behind quickly, helping her stay up straight. And, as always, she did complain.

Her building somewhat reminded him of the first time he'd been to her building. When he'd got blown up by the fridge and they'd sang to 'Hot Blooded'. He didn't really know why this time that he went to her house, he remembered this so clearly, like it was yesterday. Maybe, because that was the first time he was here, and now was the first time he was here, as her husband.

He looked over at Brennan who was half asleep on her couch. He swiftly picked her up and brought her into her own room, which he'd never seen before. But, she woke up right after he placed her onto the bed. He began to tip toe out…

"You can stay in here, you know?" she told him.

"I-"

"Plus, then you'd know that I was okay," she tempted him. Not only by her words, but by where she was, what she was wearing, and so many more things.

"I will," he replied, "I will if you change into something more comfortable, wearing jeans to bed is very uncomfortable."

"Fine," she said. She got up and grabbed some pajamas. "I'm not going into the bathroom to change though. So turn around," she gestured this command with hand signals. He turned around, knowing that she felt faint and didn't want to walk much. "Done," she said.

He turned, and was instantly shocked and seduced in seconds. He shook his head a bit, just to think clearly. "Cute bones," he said.

"Thanks."

"I'm going to grab some sweats, and I'll be right back?" he told her.

"Okay," she replied.

Booth was quick about changing, a minute and forty seconds later, he was back, with no shirt on and a pair of gray sweatpants. She looked at his chest and fantasized about rubbing her hands down it, and tracing it with her finger, and kissing it, and-"You okay bones?"

She snapped out of her fantasy abruptly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You say that all the time," he said, as he slid into bed next to her. It was only 11 AM, but Booth was tired for some odd reason, and there wasn't much else to do then sleep, so…

She was out cold in less than ten minutes. For an hour, he watched her sleep, marveling her beauty. Then finally, he wrapped his arms around her and fell asleep.

To Be Continued…