Title: Trust Me
Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.
Summary: Sequel to "My Girl." After finally admitting their feelings for each other, Brennan and Booth move on with their life as a couple. But will they have the happily ever after we all want for them?
Spoilers: Nothing specific from the series.
Note: You don't necessarily have to have read my first story, "My Girl," but reading it first will help this story make more sense. This story takes place before season 5.
3 Months Later
Booth drifted into consciousness with a slight smile on his face. It was rare that he didn't wake up with a smile ever since he and Brennan had become more than just partners. Thinking of her made Booth smile even wider. With his eyes closed, he reached over and felt for her. All he felt were cool sheets. Booth rolled over and opened just one eye. He was disappointed that she wasn't next to him. Rubbing his tired eyes, Booth looked around his bedroom. She wasn't anywhere to be found. Booth slid out of bed, threw on a pair of boxers, and walked through his apartment. He saw Brennan sitting on the couch with her laptop on her lap. She had her hair up in a sloppy ponytail and was wearing one of his gray FBI T-Shirts and nothing else. She looked incredible. Sure, Brennan looked good in anything she wore, but she looked the most beautiful and sexy with her hair in a ponytail and his FBI shirt on.
Booth watched as Brennan's fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed. She was obviously working on her latest novel. Booth knew that she was almost finished with the manuscript due to the fact that she had been working on it every chance she got. She would be sending it off to her publisher any day. Booth leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was typing. She never let him read the novels before they were published.
"Stop reading over my shoulder," Brennan said without even hesitating with her typing.
"Good morning to you," he replied as he leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her on the top of her head. "You're up early."
"I wanted to get some work done."
"I was inspired."
"Inspired, huh?" He leaned over again, trying to read what she was typing. She lowered the laptop screen.
"No reading," she insisted.
"Because you can read it when the book is published."
"What's the point of being in relationship with a best selling author if I can't read her books before they're published?" Brennan didn't answer. She went back to typing. "So, what was your inspiration?"
"What was your inspiration that has you up and writing at 6:30 in the morning? Would it have anything to do with last night?" He asked, suggestively.
"It's not that kind of scene, Booth."
"That's too bad."
Booth sauntered off into the kitchen and began preparing a pot of coffee.
"What time are we meeting Frank?" Booth asked.
"Eight o'clock, Booth. Just like last Saturday."
Brennan put her laptop down on the coffee table and walked off to meet him in the kitchen. He was standing in front of the sink, filling the coffee pot with water. Brennan went up behind him and put her arms around his waist. She hugged him and kissed the back of his neck. Booth finished putting the coffee pot together and turned around. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned down to kiss her.
"Now that's a proper good morning kiss," he said. "I've got a good feeling about today, Bones."
"I feel fine about today as well."
He smiled. "That's not what I meant. I meant, I think today is going to be the day we find what we're looking for."
"I don't know how you can know that."
"Call it a gut instinct."
"There's no scientific evidence that…"
"I'm going to take a shower," Booth interrupted. He let her go and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. "You coming?"
Brennan stood in front of the blank, white wall. She took a step back and then another step forward. She put her hands on her hips and simply stared straight forward. She squinted, took two steps back and kept her eyes trained on the wall. Booth appeared in the doorway and looked at her. He tried to see what she was so busy concentrating on, but all he saw was the blank wall. Whatever she was staring at, she looked good doing it. Quietly, Booth tiptoed over to her. He snaked his arm around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder.
She gasped. "You scared me," she said as she put her hand in his.
"Sorry. What are you looking at?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, the wall."
"Why are you staring at the wall?"
"Because it's too small."
"Too small for what?"
"For an office. I need room for bookshelves, Booth, and it's too small."
"I don't think it's too small."
"I do. I don't like this house, Booth."
"This house is perfect, Bones."
Brennan stepped away from him and walked out the door. Booth followed her. She went down the hallway and down a set of stairs that badly needed new carpeting. She walked right into the empty living room. Frank, the realtor they had been working with, was standing in the middle of the room, looking at some paperwork. He looked up when he saw them.
"So, what do you think?" Frank asked.
"We don't like it," Brennan stated.
"Bones," Booth said sharply. He was so used to how upfront Brennan could be, he sometimes forgot how off-putting and abrupt she could be to others.
"This house is a steal," the realtor explained. "Three bedrooms, a two car garage, two and a half baths. It's got everything you two are looking for."
"We don't like it," Brennan repeated. She headed right for the front door.
"Could you excuse us for a minute?" Booth asked.
Frank nodded. Booth followed Brennan to the door. He opened the door, put his hand on her back, and ushered her outside. The sky had turned a brilliant shade of pink and orange. The sun was just beginning to set. Booth didn't know how another weekend day had slipped away from them. They had started at ten that morning in a house on the other side of town. Booth felt exhausted. He was tired of talking about the number of bedrooms, hardwood verses carpet, and square footage. It was the third weekend in a row that they had been led around by Frank. He felt like they had seen every house in the DC area, but nothing suited them.
"Bones, can we talk about this?" Booth asked. Brennan was already halfway to the car when she stopped to talk to Booth.
"What is there to talk about?"
"This house. It's perfect."
"No, it's not. I told you, the office is too small."
"The house is three times the size of your apartment, Bones. How can the office be too small?"
"If we're going to buy a house, Booth, I want it to suit both our needs. This one doesn't fit my needs."
"I just don't understand why you need so much room for a desk and your laptop!"
"I have more than just a desk and a laptop, Booth."
"I wasn't being literal."
"Then what were you being?"
"I just think this house is a really great find, Bones," Booth said.
"It's not just the office, Booth. This place isn't…us!"
"According to you, none of the places we've seen have been us, Bones. We've been searching for weeks. Every house is either too big or too small or doesn't have a big enough backyard or doesn't have a big enough kitchen! Why do we need a big kitchen, Bones? Neither of us ever cook!"
"Now you're angry with me."
"I'm not angry. I'm…frustrated."
Brennan walked back over to him.
"I'm sorry," Brennan said. "I've never bought a house before, Booth. I've never done something so…permanent."
"Are you having second thoughts about buying a house?"
She shook her head. "No, not second thoughts. I want to buy a house with you, Booth. I want permanent."
He smiled. "Good, me too."
"If you like this house, we can get it."
"What about your office?"
"I can make it work."
This time it was Booth who shook his head. "No."
"I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. And if this house isn't it, we'll keep looking."
Booth leaned down and kissed her. It had been nine months since they had declared themselves to be an item and it still struck Booth that he could kiss her any time he wanted. He didn't need to hide his emotions anymore. He had never been happier.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," said Frank as he opened the front door. Booth and Brennan separated. "Have you made any decisions?"
"We're not interested," Booth answered. "We'd like to keep looking."
Frank nodded. "Well, I'm afraid you both have been through most of my listings. I'll have to check back in at my office. Perhaps we can…" Frank's cell phone rang. "Excuse me." He stepped back into the house and answered his phone.
"Maybe we should take a break for a while," Booth suggested to Brennan.
"You mean about buying a house?"
"Yeah, you know. Maybe if we stop looking, something will find us."
"That doesn't make any sense, Booth."
"Just trust me, Bones. Sometimes the best thing to do is to give ourselves some space."
"That doesn't help us solve the problem of whose apartment we're going to stay at."
Booth sighed. They were both tired of trying to decide whose apartment to stay at. Once they had decided to buy a house together, they each decided to hold on to their apartments until they moved in together. The problem was, every night they argued about which apartment to go to. Usually Brennan won, citing that her bed was bigger, but Booth often pulled the 'no tv' card and they stayed at Booth's apartment.
"It's my turn, Bones," Booth said.
"No it isn't."
"We stayed at your apartment last night."
"And last week we stayed at your apartment two nights in a row."
"Yeah, but there's a game on TV tonight."
She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And I promise you that when we get home, the last thing you're going to be caring about is TV."
"Yeah," she whispered, taking his earlobe between her teeth.
"Your apartment it is," Booth agreed.
Brennan smiled and walked off to the car.
"Hey!" Booth yelled after her, realizing that he had just been played.
"You tricked me."
"No, I didn't. I simply used my knowledge of what turns you on to get my way."
"Did Angela teach you that?"
Booth never got his answer as Frank came out of the house.
"I just got a call from my office," Frank said. "They just put a new house in the market. I think you two would like it. I could show you tonight."
"I think we're all set for today," Booth replied.
"This house is as good price. It won't stay on the market for long."
"Ok," Booth answered.
"It's just on the other side of town," Frank explained. "It's pretty close to your office, Mrs. Booth."
"My name is Dr. Brennan," Brennan stated coldly. "I'm not his wife."
"Right, of course, I'm sorry. Most of the couples I show houses to are…married. My mistake."
"Marriage is an antiquated ritual," Brennan responded. "Traditionally, it's meant to show ownership passing from a woman's father to her husband. It's an unnecessary tradition in our society. I don't believe in marr…"
"We'll…meet you there," Booth interrupted. "Come on, Bones."
Booth opened the car door for Brennan. She had finally stopped arguing about him opening the door for her. She just accepted it as him being an alpha male. Booth went around the car and got in on the driver's side. He started up the car and backed out of the driveway. He started to follow Frank down the street.
"Did you have to give him a lecture on your opinions on marriage, Bones?"
"I was simply stating fact, Booth."
"Maybe fact according to you, Bones. Some people actually believe in marriage. As matter of fact, Frank had a ring on his finger so I'm guessing he's one of those people."
"Well, I'm not. You should know that, Booth."
"Yeah, I know," he said. He concentrated on the road, gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.
They followed Frank in silence. Brennan glanced over at Booth every once and a while. She could tell that something was wrong. He was too quiet. She just didn't know why. Booth, on the other hand, didn't look over at Brennan at all. He was angry and he knew exactly why. Of course he knew that Brennan had never been the marrying kind. She had made it very clear from the moment they started working together that she did not believe in marriage, but he had hoped that things would change. He had hoped that things had changed, but they hadn't and he was devastated.
"Booth?" Brennan finally said.
"What?" Booth snapped.
"Frank is getting out of his car."
Booth looked ahead of him and realized that Frank had pulled over and stopped the car. Booth had unknowingly pulled up to the curb behind him, but hadn't turned off the car. He turned the car off and got out of the car. As usual, he was going to walk around the car and open Brennan's door, but he didn't. If she didn't believe in marriage, maybe he didn't believe in opening her doors.
Expecting Booth to open the door as he always did, Brennan waited a few extra seconds. As she watched him walk towards the house, Brennan got out of the car on her own and followed Booth over to the front of the house.
"This house is great," Frank said. "It was just put on the market. I have to admit I haven't had the chance to look at it myself, but I've got the stats." He opened up a folder and began reading off a description of the house. "It's got four bedrooms and three baths. It's got a two car garage and a great backyard. All new appliances and the windows were redone last year.
The house is only about fifteen years old so it's in great shape. And it's in a great neighborhood."
Frank opened the front door and they walked inside. The room they walked was a large, empty living room. The floors were a dark hardwood and the walls were bare. A large fireplace was against one wall and was obviously the focal point of the room.
"It's nice," Booth said as he began to look around.
"Hardwoods in all the rooms," Frank continued. "Gas heat. Central air. The four bedrooms and two of the baths are upstairs. This house is in excellent condition."
Brennan was quiet a she walked through the living room and into a second room.
"That could be used as a separate parlor or office," Frank suggested.
Brennan stared at the wall.
"It's big enough for my office," she stated.
Booth sighed in relief. Her having the right office was important. Unlike at the last house, Brennan didn't linger in the room. She knew right when she saw it that it would suit her needs. Instead, she made her way into the kitchen. She glanced quickly at the appliances, but that wasn't what she was interested in. She had something much more important she wanted to look at. Brennan made her way up the steps that were off to the side of the kitchen and walked upstairs. Three of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms was two one side while the master bedroom with attached bathroom was off the other. Brennan quickly made her way into the master bedroom. It was probably larger than the bedroom in her apartment and the bedroom in Booth's apartment combined. Next, she walked to the other side of the house to look at the three extra bedrooms. The first one on the left would make an excellent bedroom for Parker. Brennan walked to the next bedroom. She looked in and smiled. It would be perfect. She turned back around, not even bothering to look at the last bedroom or the bathroom. Instead, she made her way back down the stairs. Booth was standing in the kitchen.
"I like it," Brennan said.
"It is nice," Booth agreed. He was still angry about Brennan's earlier statement, but he realized he was going to have to let it go, at least temporarily.
"It's perfect." Brennan reached for his hand. "It's us."
Booth let all of his anger go. With just one touch from her, he couldn't stand to be angry anymore. She had this undeniable power over him and he loved it. Frank walked into the kitchen, still looking at his folder.
"Electric stove. Energy efficient refrigerator.. The tile was…"
"How much?" Brennan interrupted.
"Excuse me?" Frank asked.
"How much are the owners selling the house for?"
"It's a little more than the price range you gave me," Frank answered.
"How much?" Brennan repeated.
"They're asking four hundred thousand, but we could possibly get it down to three hundred ninety."
Booth's eyes widened. "That's way above our budget," Booth said.
"As I said…" Frank began.
"We'll take it," Brennan said.
"We'll…what?" Booth asked.
"We'll take it."
"Bones, we agreed that three hundred forty was our absolute limit and that was pushing it."
"I can buy this house, Booth. It's not a problem."
"It is a problem."
"Why? I'm quite rich."
"So you keep reminding me."
"I'll...ah...give you two a minute," Frank said. He quickly closed his folder and went back into the living room.
"I don't understand what the problem is," Brennan said. "I have the money, Booth. We like this house. Let me buy it for us."
"That's not what we agreed. We agreed that we would split it. And we agreed that our budget was three hundred forty."
"Yes, but it doesn't have to be. I have the money, Booth. I have more than enough. I can..."
"Why not? I'm obviously wealthier than you, Booth. I make more money than you do. A lot more money. What's the problem?"
Booth threw his hands up in the air. "Fine!" He stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the front door as he left.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I know it's been a while since I finished "My Girl" and I said I would write a sequel, so I apologize for that, but I don't like to start posting a story until I am absolutely sure that I can finish it, so that's why I waited so long. Now I am absolutely sure I will finish it (and it's going to be a long one). I hope you liked the first chapter. As always, I love reviews so don't forget to write them!