A/N: Many thanks to Some1tookmename, who read Part I, commented, triggered my muse and inspired me to write Part II. You're the best!
She knew it was a ridiculous and energy-wasting endeavor, but it was all that she could do. She couldn't focus on anything else. She and Hodgins had given Booth the information he needed to stop Broadsky and in return, he had credited them for possibly saving his life.
And then he had hung up.
So here she was, pacing through the longest 33, no, 34 minutes of her life. Moving was the only way that Brennan knew how to cope. When faced with fear, Brennan had always moved. Moved on, moved away, whatever it took to make her feel at peace again.
She wondered if his lack of a phone call meant that he was still caught in danger, if he was finishing up with the rest of his team, if he was lying on the ground bleeding out…
She shook the thoughts from her head as she pivoted on her toes once more. Head down, she reminded herself to think rational thoughts, to focus on the facts. She had no condemning evidence so she would not worry.
She made it to the far side of her office and turned again. She made it a half-step before she noticed the all too familiar pair of black shoes standing in her doorway. The same black standardized shoes that covered the garish socks she had come to know so well.
At the sight of those shoes, she stopped pacing. Her shoulders slumped forward in relief as she allowed her eyes to scan up his body. Without realizing what she was doing, she raced into his open and waiting arms. She buried her face in his neck and held him tightly.
Brennan no longer had the desire to move.