58Blame It On The ALCOHOL
Chapter 3: Sick and Tired.
No One's POV: In The Jeffersonian.
Okay, Brennan thought to herself. That's completely impossible. She thought. Maybe, this was a symptom of a hangover, Delusional thoughts.
"Bren?" Angela snapped her friend back to reality.
"I think I need an Advil." Brennan said. The light of the lab really annoyed her.
"What? Are you okay?"
"I feel really... sick." Brennan replied. The noise of her coworkers, well, working annoyed her too.
"You have a hangover. A bad hangover." Angela told her.
Brennan groaned. "Maybe..." Brennan said, not wanting to talk or listen much.
"What happened when you and Booth went home that night?" Angela asked, not letting it go.
"Angela, I really don't want to talk about it." Brennan said.
"You and him..?"
"I never said that-"
"You did!" Angela said excitedly.
"I never said that."
"I can see it in your eyes sweetie." Angela told her.
"How-?"
"I just can sweetie, plus if you look over the hangover symptoms, you're glowing..." Angela hesitated. " Plus, you have a hickey."
"WHAT?!" Brennan yelled. She looked at her neck and sure enough, there was a hickey there. She hung her head. "I have to hide that." She muttered.
"Put your hair over it." Angela told her, and Brennan did so. "Good. I can barely see it."
"You can still see it?"
"Sort of."
"Damn."
Cam walked in, after a lot of consideration. "Dr. Brennan, Booth's on the phone. He wants to talk to you..." Cam told Brennan.
"Okay.." Brennan said, getting up.
"You want me to help you to your office?" Ange asked.
"I can get there on my own." Brennan told Angela, getting up and almost tripping.
"I'm helping you." Angela told her, bringing her to her office. "I think you should just go home Bren."
"No." Brennan replied.
"Pick up the phone Bren." Angela reminded her. Brennan did so.
Brennan put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" Brennan said.
"Hey Bones!" Booth said cheerfully. Brennan had to hold the phone away from her ear.
"Why are you talking so loud Booth?" Brennan asked.
"I'm not talking that loud." Booth replied.
"Why did you call Booth?" Brennan asked.
"I wanted to talk over lunch, about... Ya know..."
"I do know." Brennan said. She switched the phone into her left hand, and thats when Angela saw the ring on her left hand.
"Oh My..." Angela said, to surprised to say god. Brennan switched hands again and Ange took Brennan's left hand, looking at the ring.
"So... Want to meet at the diner?" Booth asked.
"I was actually planning on skipping lunch." Brennan told him.
"You didn't eat at all yesterday, you need food Bones." Booth told her.
"I can take care of myself Booth." She reminded him for the fifth or sixth time.
"I'll pick you up at 12:00. See you then Bones." He said, without letting her respond and hanging up. Angela squealed.
"What did I miss?" Angela asked, refering to the ring. " Tell me now!" Angela commanded.
"I don't know. I was drunk." Brennan told her.
"You two got married?" Angela asked.
"I really don't know. That's our assumption." Brennan told her.
"Ya know, that's kind of romantic in a way... Two friends, who are completely perfect for eachother, get together while they're drunk..."
"We will be getting a divorce." Brennan told her.
"You can't!" Angela told her.
"Why?" Brennan asked.
"You two at least have to try and stay married. If it doesn't work out, you could just get a divorce." Angela reminded her.
"Booth is probably going to agree with me." Brennan told her.
"I doubt it." Angela said.
"Why wouldn't he?" Brennan asked, genuinely curious.
"He's catholic, sweetie. Divorce is against his religion..." Angela told her.
"I-" Brennan started and groaned.
"Marriage is forever to a catholic." Angela told her.
Brennan hung her head. "Can you please get me an advil Ange?" Brennan asked.
"Sure. I'll be right back." She said and starting to walk out the door.
"And can you turn the light off on your way out?" Brennan asked.
"Bren. I might have to call Booth to bring you home. You have a really bad hangover if you want me to turn off the light. Plus you're really pale." Angela told her.
"I'm fine Angela."
"No matter what you say, I'm calling Booth." Angela said walking out.
Booth sat in his office. He was litterally counting the seconds until elevan thirty, which was when he was picking his wife up. His wife. Wow, it was really different to even think that. Then, Booth's phone rang. He picked it up quickly thinking it was Bones. "Hello?"
"Hey Booth." Angela said.
"Hey, whats going on?" Booth asked.
"I'm getting Bren an advil. She has a really bad hangover and I want you to come, pick her up, and bring her home." Angela commanded.
"I'll be right over." He said.
"She's going to be very... resistant." Angela told him.
"I'll handle it." Booth told her.
Angela heard Booth hang up, just before she went into Brennan's office with two advils and a water bottle.
"I'm going to go talk to Cam." Angela told her, placing the water bottle on Bren's desk and putting the two red circular pills in Brennan's palm.
"I'm not going home."
"Sure..." Angela said walking out. Brennan took both pills and drank the whole bottle of water.
Booth was there in record time, though nobody had the nerve to tell him that. He walked into Brennan's office.
"How you feeling Bones?" He asked.
"I'm fine Booth." Brennan replied. "Are you here for a case?" She asked, followed by rubbing her temples.
"Nope. I'm here to take you home." Booth told her.
"I feel fine Booth."
"Is that why the light in your room is shut off, and you're rubbing your temples?" Booth asked. "I'm bringing you home Bones." He said. "Even if I have to carry you."
"You wouldn't!?" She said annoyed.
"I will." He told her, with a smug grin on his face.
"Fine.." Brennan whined, and followed him to his car. He helped her in. She hit him saying she didn't need his help, but he still helped her. He then jogged to the driver's side and got in.
"Your house or mine?" He asked.
"What do you mean Booth?" She asked.
"I'm taking care of you." He told her.
"I can take care of myself." She said.
"My house it is." He said, driving out on to the highway.
"I want to go to my house." She said.
"Okay, then I need to grab some of my stuff on the way." He said.
"Why? I can take care of myself." She said for the eighth time.
"I'm your husband Bones. I'm going to take care of you." He told her.
Her head ache grew stronger and she really didn't feel like arguing, so she just mumbled "Fine."
To Be Continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been getting a lot of reviews about pregnancy, and symptoms of it. I knew I would, and I love the fact that I completely tricked all of you, but who knows? I just wait, she may get pregnant, I haven't decided yet. I don't own BONES. REVIEW AND COMMENT ON MY YOUTUBE FOR MORE.
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