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Brennan woke up Sunday morning in a bad mood. The tight feeling in her chest hadn't subsided since she saw Booth walk away from her on Friday night.
She felt bad. After she got home that night she showered and changed. It wasn't until she laid down to go to bed. She pulled out her phone to text him.
Brennan: Hey..
Brennan: Booth?
Brennan: I'm sorry
She hadn't heard back from him on any of them. She was beginning to worry but she also knew that he didn't owe her anything.
She got out of bed and mad her way to the kitchen to make herself some toast. She was thankful that Angela was still asleep. She really didn't feel like answering any questions she knew she would have.
After breakfast she quickly changed into some workout clothes, grabbed her running shoes and headed out for a jog. She knew a run would help clear her mind.
A week ago today she met Booth. Has it only been a week? She thought. It felt like she had known him so much longer then that.
She had to compartmentalize him. If he wasn't going to talk to her there was nothing she could do.
She quickly finished her run and headed home to shower. She would get some reading done before she headed to her parents for Sunday dinner.
Brenna could hear her parents in the kitchen when she got there. Her dad was working on a lesson plan for his summer class he was teaching and her mom was making cookies.
"There's our Tempe, do you want to help me with these cookies?"
"Hey mom, um I'm okay. I am pretty tired today. I think I am just going to go lay down on the couch."
Brennan's parents just shared a look but didn't pry.
Christine had finished the cookies and was finishing up putting a casserole in the oven when Russ showed up.
"Hey sorry I'm late" He said as he came in the kitchen greeting his parents.
Brennan and Russ sat the table. Brennan was just kind of pushing her food around. She hadn't been very hungry. Her dad finally spoke up.
"Tempe is everything okay?"
"She's upset because of Booth" Russ said as he was taking a drink of his water.
"Who's Booth?" Christine said raising her eyebrows.
"Russ shut up!" Brennan didn't want to get into this.
"Can someone fill us in on who this Booth guy is?" Max said
"He's a guy I work with that Tempe likes" Russ said while taking a bite of food
"Russ!" Brennan glared at him "can we please just drop it?"
No one else said anything. They all knew it wouldn't do any good to push Brennan.
The rest of the night was quiet. Christine sent Brennan and Russ both home with some cookies. Brennan didn't feel like staying late tonight and Russ agreed because he had to get up early for work.
Russ and Brennan were each walking to their separate car when Brennan's curiosity got the best of her.
"Have you talked to Booth?"
"No I tried calling him yesterday but he didn't answer."
"I'm worried Russ, I texted him but he didn't respond"
"Well Tempe you did kind of go off on the guy for nothing. He was trying to help you."
"Thank you for telling me something I already know Russ. I'm going home."
Brennan laid in bed unable to sleep. She rolled over and starred at her clock 11:07. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to talk to him. She just wanted to make sure he was okay.
She got up threw on some sweats and a hoodie and left. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to him but she knew she had to see him.
After Booth got home Friday night he turned his phone off. He was annoyed. He didn't understand what he had done to make her upset. He wanted to be alone, he was good at being alone.
Saturday when he woke up he took Ollie for a run and then went to the gym to lift some weights. His shoulder was still weak but he was doing everything he could to build the strength up again.
He got his laundry done and cleaned his apartment. He was finally starting to feel better by Saturday night. That's when the itch came.
He never was one to gamble but in the army when there was down time the guys would play cards. Blackjack, poker, pretty much anything. When he was discharged he was mad. None of his plans had worked out so one night he gambled. He more then tripled his money. The high he felt from it was one he had never felt. Then the next night he lost it all.
But he wouldn't give in. He knew he couldn't. His pops would be disappointed in him. If he was still here he would tell Booth you're stronger then this. The more he sat there the more he realized he needed to do something so Saturday night he walked into AA. He would't let his demons win.
Sunday he went to church, then went to the grocery store, and watched sports all day. He still hadn't turned his phone on all weekend.
He was laying in bed when he heard the knock on his door. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not but Ollie's ears had shot up so he concluded that he wasn't hearing things.
He slipped some sweats on over his boxers before answering the door. When he pulled the door open he was taken aback by who was standing there. He rubbed his hands over his face to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"Bones?"
Brennan stormed past him brushing his shoulder as she entered his apartment.
"Why aren't you answering your phone?"
"Uhh I've had it off all weekend, why are you here?"
Brennan turned around crossing her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Why am I here? Well let's see, I have texted you multiple times and my brother has tried reaching out to you and no one has heard back. I was worried about you."
"You were worried about me?" Booth was confused, he thought she was pissed at him.
"Yes I have since realized that I was mistaken Friday night. I understand you were just trying to help me and I shouldn't have yelled at you." She said looking down
Booth was speechless. She didn't seem like the kind of person just hand out apologies. But here she was standing in his living room telling him that she was wrong.
"I'm sorry Bones, I didn't mean to worry you. I've just had a long weekend and turned my phone off. It helps to drown out the noise."
Brennan really looked at him then. He looked tired. She moved closer to him and rested her hand on his cheek.
"Booth, are you okay?"
Booth moved away from her and sat down on this couch. He clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on his knees.
"Uh yeah, I just don't think I'm the type of guy you want to be involved with."
Brennan moved to sit next to him, "Why would you say that?"
"There's just things you don't know about me. Things that I don't want to burden you with."
"Shouldn't that be my decision?"
Booth couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really asking to stay? He couldn't deny that it felt good to have someone that wanted to stay.
She didn't say anything else. She just reached over and gave him a hug. He embraced it and for the first time in awhile he felt like things would actually be okay.