seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-03-21 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | seeley booth, temperance brennan |
Who: Booth and Bones
What: Company and pie.
When: Tonight
Where: His place.
Warnings: TBA
Booth was unhappy to say the least. At first he wasn't sure what was going on with Lavender. When he woke up, her stuff was gone. Had she run away again because he hadn't instantly forgiven her? He thought he'd made it fairly clear that there was not going to be any instant fix, that just wasn't how he worked. Then the thought that maybe he hadn't been clear enough came to mind, and he was convinced for a while that her disappearance was his fault. At first glance it seemed like it. They'd been going through some rough times, had difficulty talking, and sometimes even looking at eachother, but Booth had hoped they were going to work through it. He hadn't given up on them, he just wasn't fast when it came to working on emotional problems. That's where people like Sweet's came in to help, but Sweets was still partially convinced everything was a bad dream, or that he was crazy or something. Seeley had lost track of where the kids head was at. It'd been a bad day for the FBI Agent.
He spent the last two hours eyeing his liquor cabinet, it was cleared out but that didn't mean the thought to bar hop wasn't there. Bars were around the corner on every block in this city. He wasn't surprised with all the weird shit that happened, people needed a fall back. He needed a fall back. Sitting on his couch while Parker slept in bed in the next room just wasn't cutting it. Lavender wasn't there to watch Parker anymore if Booth went out, but that was the problem with addiction. When it came back it was often selfish. It was all about satisfying instantaneous need. Booth was all for some of that. Instant comfort. Lavender had been a constant since he arrived, despite their problems. She'd always been there. Now that she wasn't it was unnerving. Old habits were hard to break.
Grabbing at his leather jacket, Booth picked up his keys and headed for the door. The only reason Lavender's cafe hadn't disappeared was probably because he was still copping the bill on the place, brilliant. Now he was stuck with a bigger building then he needed. A bigger, lonely building. Sweets and Parker were there, but Lavender had made it something special. Without her, it wasn't going to be the same. Maybe it was also a sign to look for a different place, or let Sweets go to the complex if he wanted. Booth didn't know what the next move was, the only thing on his mind was a temporary escape. And there was that need again. He shut the door to the cafe and turned to lock it. He hesitated outside the building, looking up at the cafe he frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets. No way he was going to run it on his own, he was a good enough chef but cooking professionally? He had enough on his plate with a new partner and the new murder case in his lap.