Who: Booth and Open to Eliot and others if they want. What: Brooding, being quiet. Loud people will be thrown in a closet. When: After the demon fest. Where: community kitchen Warnings: unhappy Booth is unhappy.
Booth had been on edge since the attack of the demons and learning Lucifer was now freed from his cage. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't think straight, and he definitely didn't want to be sitting around on his computer wondering if there was something more he could have done. Or should have done. In the end he knew there wasn't logically, but emotions tended to screw that up along the line and Booth was no exception. Leadery stuff he was used too. He'd done it in the army rangers, lead troops military style into Iraq. But demons were a whole new playing field and Seeley was overwhelmed by the game.
He had a beer on the table infront of him and his arms folded in his lap. His body was bruised and sore thanks to Eliot's demon, and his faith was no help there. His mind was restless and he couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened. His chair was tilted back slightly as he tried to relax. His eyes half closed. He was still running on adrenaline and didn't know how the Winchesters did it. He found himself setting the chair back down on all four legs and pulled out his phone. It was a cherry red blackberry he still hadn't figured out. There were four calls from work, new cases no doubt. One message that he ignored, and a few texts from Spike that he equally rolled his eyes at and ignored as well. Scrolling through his contacts, he realized he still had Bones' number in his cell and he paused on it with a tiny frown creeping into the corners of his lips.
Giving his phone a bitterly annoyed look, he placed it down on the table and picked up his untouched beer. Still he didn't drink it, he only watched the liquid swirl slowly in the bottle and let his thoughts trail off.