Here is chap 2. I hope more people will read it.
It was the day after their first kiss. Brennan woke to find she had a intense migraine that she felt wasn't going to cease anytime soon. So she climbed out of bed deciding that a long, hot and steamy shower would do her some good.. She hadn't slept much in the night, and it wasn't because of the heat, it was because yesterday she had kissed her partner. She didn't want to wash away the memory of it, the smell of him and his beautiful taste. She wanted to let the confusing emotions that came from the intense kiss be washed away like the hot water that trailed down her skin and disappeared down the plughole.
She thought that when she finally admitted to him what she had been feeling for some time now the tension between them would melt away and things would flow easily in their relationship.. But after the kiss yesterday, after he left suddenly, she didn't know what to feel. Was she feeling anything? The questions kept arising but she couldn't find the answers she so desperately needed. As she left the heat of the shower the man who clouded her thoughts, the aforementioned FBI agent was just leaving his own shower, his very cold shower.
Booth needed to cool down. After what happened yesterday he didn't know how today was going to turn out. He didn't know what to say or what to do when he met with Bones at the lab. Should he kiss her again, would she push him away, or did he had to act like nothing happened and let her make the next move. He was having difficulties trying to answers his own questions. The only way to find out what would happen was to go to the Jeffersonian. Luckily for him his phone then rang and when he picked it and checked the caller ID he realised it was his boss with a new case for him and his anthropological partner. Should he still call her his partner? Had they moved beyond that?. One way to find out, he thought as he dressed and left his apartment and got into his SUV for a ride to the Jeffersonian and to find the outcome of last nights events
Before she left for work she would always check her mail for anything important in the stack of letter before leaving for work. She was almost ready when suddenly a loud roar of thunder sounded from outside followed by bright flash of lighting. This can't be happening she thought., She had developed an irrationalfear of thunder and lighting from an early age when she was stuck outside amid a violent storm. There was no way she was going out today. She just had to call the Jeffersonian and say that she was feeling unwell. Looking at her clock she saw it was already 8 am. No luck if she called Booth now, he would be at the FBI building already. Maybe it was better like this. A day of no work, maybe she could do some from home, and avoiding Booth for a day would give her time to analyse her feelings towards her partner, god she hated psychology.
When Booth arrived at the Jeffersonian he sensed something was wrong. The lights in Brennan's where off and the anthropologist was nowhere to be found, Bones was always at the lab not matter what day off the week or hour of the day it was.. So he went over to Angela to find out the reason for her absence.
When he arrived at Angela's office she was working on a facial reconstruction. "Hi Angela, do you know where Bones is?" he asked worry evident in is tone.
Angela looked up and saw Booth standing in her doorway. "Hi Booth. No, she isn't here. She called in an hour ago saying that she was sick. Maybe you should talk to her, because I don't believe a word if it!. Nothing happened with you two did it?, do you know why she is avoiding the lab?" she asked raising a questioning brow.
Booth felt like he should tell Angela about what happened yesterday, but he didn't feel like answering the many question the artist would undoubtedly ask. Instead he said
"I have no idea what happened with her, but I'm sure Bones would lie to you. I will check on her later this afternoon. If she comes in, tell her we have a new case."
"Okay, I will," Angela said suspicion lacing her voice .
She wasn't very comfortable after talking to Booth she suspected that Booth new more than he was letting on. Something she had to find out later, for now she had a facial construction to complete.
When Booth walked out of Angela's office, he knew she was right. Of course there was something going on with Brennan, it was because of him that she wasn't there in the first place. Still, she had kissed him and not the other way around. He needed to clear his head, so he decided to walk around the Jeffersonians garden, first he went to place the file detailing their new case in Brennan's office. Suddenly he heard a loud bang, and the alarm system was turned on, loud wailing sounds filled the lab causing a flurry of panicking squints. The safety doors closed and all the lights went off plunging the whole lab into darkness. He knew what this meant. They were locked inside the Jeffersonian, for God know how long this time. It wasn't fair all that was happening he didn't want to bee stuck in the lab with nothing but the thoughts of his absent partner and a bunch of worried squints.
Brennan finally awoke from her sleep, the intensity of her migraine and her conflicting emotions causing her to have a morning nap . When she looked at her clock it was 3 pm. She was surprised to find that no one had called to see how she was feeling, did no one care for her physical health?. She checked her mobile for messages but there weren't any. She decided that it was time for her to go to the Jeffersonian, maybe for just half an hour. But first she was going to make a call to Angela and check if Booth was at the lab or not. She couldn't get through, there was no service on the other line. She tried Cam, but same happened with her. Maybe if she tried Booth, maybe he knew what was going on at the Jeffersonian. Just like Angela and Cam, Booth's phone was dead too. Now she definitely was worried and had to go to the Jeffersonian. What if something had happened? What if there was a hostile situation? What if a bomb blew up the entire building and everybody was badly injured or even dead, and she would still be alive having slept away the morning away oblivious to the chaos. She couldn't be responsible for that. She grabbed her set of keys and ran out the door.
Booth had been pacing around for what felt like hours several hours . Angela and Hodgins had told him to calm down but he couldn't. He demanded to know what had happened, but nobody had an answer, well Hodgins had a theory! He wanted to find a way to get out of this damn building. Most importantly he needed to know where Brennan was and if she was alright. There was no cell phone connection and no lines to the outside world. He was hoping someone would come by and that someone would be his Bones.
The last several hours he had been given some time for thinking. Maybe it was a sign of God. What exactly did he feel yesterday, how did he felt about it now and most important what were her feelings about it.
The first one was an easy one. At first he was insecure that she wouldn't respond to his actions. But the moment their lips met each other, it just felt right like their moment had finally arrived . It was hard when he had to admit to someone that he cared for them deeply not knowing if they felt the same; it is a feeling both people have feel deeply at the same moment to make the connection.
His second question was getting harder. He knew at this moment it wasn't his fault she wasn't here. She decided to kiss him; of course he had kissed her back passionately, she was the one hiding by decided not to show up here today knowing he would be here. The other thing he knew was that she needed to think; she had a very fast rational brain, but her emotional side was very slow in comprehension. His emotional side on the contrary was fast and knew they bonded very well by their differences balancing each other out. It wasn't just a friendship bonding; he had feelings for other women before. Still this was something different. To figure this out he needed to talk to her, that was the solution he needed for his last question too. Because how she felt about it was not something he could figure out for her. They needed to get through this together. Getting to know what they felt and acknowledge it to each other. He hoped everything would work out fine between them, but he couldn't read her mind, so the insecurity stayed within him
The ride to the Jeffersonian was different then what she was used too. Normally Booth would pick her up and he would drive her there. After what happened yesterday, she didn't know if they could go back to normal again.
When she had fallen asleep this afternoon she had a disturbing dream. This was unlike most dreams that were forgotten after a few mounts of waking, the memory of this dream was vivid and ingrained in her thought. This dream had been different and irrational, illogical. It was about her and Booth, and had been so lively that she feared it would be real. Booth was being held hostage after she had been drugged and put into an adjoining room There was a camera in both rooms and they where made to watch what happened to each other. When she awoke from the effects of the drugs she saw Booth kneeling on the ground, praying to God and his captors to take his life to save hers. She could here him, so she started to yell at him to stop bargaining his life for hers that he had a son and he couldn't give up his life, but couldn't hear her pleas. She heard him praying that he should never left, that he should have stayed the night, that he wanted God to take care of her, and also that God had to let her know that he loved her. The moment his speech was over she woke up with tears streaming down her cheeks.
The moment she arrived at the Jeffersonian she knew something was totally wrong. All the lights were off; she heard almost no noises and doors were locked. She could go further until she was at the door that gave her entrance to the lab. What she then saw made her heart stop.