Jenny1701, SamBrace, Guest and Beckbones want this story to continue. Since I will be veering away from Hannah after chapter 2, I decided to make this a seperate story. Sigh, yes, I know, another story. I promise I am not manic and I do have a life. HA HA
The first three chapters were printed in "Hannah Stories". New Chapters will start with chapter 4.
This takes place at the end of "Bullet in the Brain".
I don't own Bones.
Booth was sitting in the diner watching Brennan talking to her father. They were standing outside and seemed to be having a fine moment, a father daughter moment. Booth was happy for Brennan. She and Max finally seemed to be moving closer together and Booth knew that Brennan seemed to be happier for that movement.
Watching her, the sea shell held to her ear, brought Booth a moment of pain. Booth still recognized that he had feelings for Brennan and he knew they would never go away; but, somehow he had to ignore those small pains in his heart. She wasn't his and she never would be. He had Hannah.
After Max left in the cab, Brennan walked back into the diner. Walking back to the table, Brennan sat down across from Booth.
Placing her seashell on the table, Booth pointed at it and asked, "What's that?"
Smiling, Brennan patted the shell and replied, "Dad bought it for me. It's a tooth brush holder made from a seashell."
Nodding his head, Booth asked, "Can you hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear?"
Picking up the shell, Brennan handed it to Booth and answered, "The seashell really just captures the ambient noise around you and it resonates inside the seashell. The shell acts as a resonating chamber; but, in a way it does sound like the ocean."
Taking the shell from Brennan's hand, Booth held it to his ear. He loved that Brennan had to make sure he understood why the shell did what it did.
Handing the shell back, Booth smiled, "Yep, it sounds like the ocean to me."
Concerned, Brennan asked, "Is Hannah coming home tonight?"
Shaking his head, Booth replied, "Nah, she's still on assignment. She'll be back in a few days."
Now worried, Brennan moved her shell closer to her side of the table, "Booth, you have a sprained ankle and a dislocated shoulder. You can't drive and you shouldn't be alone right now."
Looking at the shell, Booth assured Brennan, "Don't worry about it Bones. I'll be fine. I'll take a taxi home and once I'm home I'll just go to bed."
"Booth, I don't want you to be alone tonight. You've been injured and I really think you need to stay with someone for a least a couple of nights. Why don't you stay with me? I have a spare bedroom."
Swallowing, Booth looked away from Brennan and explained, "Gee, Bones, I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, Hannah could come home anytime depending upon the President's schedule and if I was at your place she wouldn't know it and she might worry about me, about where I was. You know how it is."
Biting her lower lip, Brennan smiled, "Yes, of course. Perhaps I could stay at your place tonight. I can sleep on the couch. I can drive you to work tomorrow and then drive you back home tomorrow evening. I would tell you that you need to stay home for a few days; but, I know you're worried about Brodsky and you won't rest properly until he's caught."
Smiling, Booth looked at Brennan concerned face, "You know me so well, Bones. I do have to go in tomorrow. I can't stay home. As for you staying the night at my place, I don't think you need to do that. My couch is pretty bad. I think you should sleep at your own place in your own comfortable bed."
Seeing that Brennan was still unsure of his plan, Booth continued, "Come on Bones. It's ok. It's just a sprain and the dislocated shoulder will be ok in a day or two. I do appreciate the offer; but, I think I would like to take you up on the offer to drive me to work and then back home."
Trying to overcome a stubborn Booth moment, Brennan asked, "Can't you call Hannah and ask her to come back early?"
Shaking his head, Booth answered, "Nah, Hannah is traveling with the President right now and she'd shoot me if I asked her to come back right now. She has some story she's hot for and wants to spring it on the President as soon as she gets confirmation from one of her sources."
Puzzled about Booth's reticence about her staying with him for the evening, Brennan shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "I will of course, drive you home. There is no reason to deal with a taxi when I'm available. I'll make sure you're in your apartment and then I will go home."
Smiling, Booth replied, "Thanks."
Arriving at Booth's apartment, Brennan parked on the street and then made sure that Booth made it safely across the street and up to his apartment. Standing outside the apartment door, Brennan pointed to the fake rock sitting to the right of the door and stated, "I hope you don't still keep a key in that fake rock. That doesn't seem like a very secure place to put a spare key."
Shaking his head, Booth opened the door and looked back at Brennan, "Nah, I learned my lesson a few years ago when a certain someone interrupted my bath. . . Mrs. Riley, next door has a spare."
Smiling, Brennan watched as Booth hobbled through the doorway and then turned around to look at her.
"Good night, Booth. If you need me, please call me."
Raising his hand, Booth replied, "Thanks Bones. I really mean it. Thanks. You're really a very kind person and I want you to know that I appreciate that."
Smiling again, Brennan turned and walked down the hallway to the elevator. Booth watching her walk away, thought, "I appreciate you more than you'll ever know."
I think one of the saddest faces I've ever seen on Booth was when he saw Brennan standing outside the Diner and she held the sea shell to her ear.