So  I've been thinking, which happens a lot more than people realise  (glares at boyfriend and boss), that we all seem to love Hannah. Very much.
And I'm really sad to be ending this book in ten chapters and an epilogue. I'm gonna miss Hannah...

But what if I told you that I've had an idea. An idea I'll probably regret later but seems great now!

But I need to ask. In theory, if I planned a book two... Sweets or Aubrey?

And if, theoretically, I did do this, would you guys like to do a small competition to, say, have a character of your design as the main character?
Hmm?

Think on it. Get back to me.

》Bree《

Chapter Ten: Really Sweet on You

It was late November now and Booth had taken to sleeping on Hannah's guest room in two weeks since she had been discharged from the hospital. The whole team had taken to keeping her company during the day, calling or randomly popping in. Sweets usually came at lunch time, bags of Chinese or Italian for them to eat. Brennan would  call to let Hannah know what was going on at the Jeffersonian, keeping Hannah busy as she gave her input on the odd case that popped up. Hodgins and Angela came over as well, sometimes together, sometimes apart but both of them cheered her up immensely.

"Booooooth." Hannah groaned as he appeared just as she was about to stand. "You don't need to hover like a mother duck."
"But you're supposed to rest. Rest means not standing."
"But my butt hurts." Booth rolled his eyes and disappeared into the kitchen. Hannah heard the fridge door open and then close. Booth reappeared with two beers and the box of pizza that Sweets had brought but they hadn't eaten. Mainly because Hannah fell asleep before they could eat but also because they talked for so long that neither of them were very hungry.

"I can't do anything about that, Han."
"You can let me stand up."
"Not gonna happen, amigo." She sighed and took the beer and rested back on  the couch. She took a swig of the beer and pulled a face.

Booth grabbed the remote and turned it on, Hannah grabbing a slice of pizza and watching the side of his face as he watched the game that was on.

Booth had forced Hannah into letting him stay with her. Forced as in he asked and she jumped at him being there and not being home alone. She had developed a small fear of being alone at night even though she knew that there was no way that Taffet was going to grab her and dump her in a soon-to-be destroyed building. Sweets, who had eagerly jumped at the chance to help his friend, was helping her work her way through it but for so reason, he kept bringing up her past that she DIDN'T want to talk about. He always frowned when she drove around it and went to the original conversation but he didn't stop her.
He had also tried to talk about Hannah and Booths developing working, and personal, relationship. Hannah, however hard she had tried to deny it, she had started to notice the little things and couldn't help but notice things that Sweets had pointed out.

*********

"You're the only person, besides Doctor Brennan and Saroyan, that he doesn't argue with."
"Thats because I'm his partner and yes, we do argue."
"About what?"
"..... Dinner? Me walking, me showering-"
"Showering?"
"Yeah, apparently it's dangerous with a broken foot. What he doesn't know is that I sit down in the shower and just stick my foot out the side." Sweets sighed and forked a piece of chicken.

"You're like an old married couple already."
"No we aren't."
"Yes you are. And he doesn't stay at anyone else's house when they've been injured."
"You said I have PTSD."
"And he's worried about you. He cares for you more than you, and himself, ever cares to admit." Hannah ate some of the food on her plate. "And honestly, I think you're in love with him as well." She choked on her food at that and looked up at Sweets as she coughed.

"What?"
"You heard me."
"Can you explain?"
"No."
"Sweets..."

********

A week since that conversation and Hannah was now more aware of everything. It was like when Booth walked in, her senses went hyperactive and she was more aware of everything.

"So... When are you coming back to work?"
"After my foot is healed up, apparently. So that means I have another month of sitting around, doing nothing." Booth snorted.

"You'll be fine." He contemplated his next words and smiled, his eyes crinkling as he voiced them.

"So I have Parker next weekend."
"He's your kid, aye?"
"No, he's a puppy." She three a pillow at him which got him in the face. Booth caught it before it dropped to the floor and threw it back, hitting her in the chest. "Of course he's my kid." Hannah hugged the pillow to her.

"So what does that have to do with the price of eggs?"
"Well he's very good at making people laugh."

"Aaaand?"
"How would you like to spend the day with Parker and I?" Hannah's face lit up.

"Would I be allowed to stand up?" Booths eyes twinkled in amusement.

"I'm sure we can arrange that." Hannah fist pumped the air and then reached a hand out to Booth and squeezed his shoulder.

"Thats a hand hug, by the way. Just because I need to save my energy for next weekend." Booth grinned as he watched Hannah settle back into her seat, a content look on her face. Her phone buzzed at that moment and she wriggled it out from under her and looked at it, a frown gracing her face  as she pressed the decline button.

"Everything okay?" Hannah nodded, eyes focusing on the television as she reached for more pizza.

"Fine. Everything's fine."

**************

Angela was quite handy with the scissors, Hannah learned as she sat quietly, listening to the snipping of the scissors.

"I can't believe you're doing this." Angela muttered.

"I need to. It's too warm. And too hard to care for." Another long blonde strand fell to the floor and Hannah felt her stomach do a kind of flop as she watched it fall amongst the pile of hair.

"Sweetie, if you're about to go through a mid-midlife crisis, at least let me warn Aubrey so that he can get back here and kick your ass." Hannah rolled her eyes.

"I'd kick his ass before he could kick mine. I have a moon boot." Angela giggled as she put the scissors down and gave a satisfactory sigh.

"All done. And I think I need a drink."
"I think Booth left some beer in the fridge. Unless he drank it all." Angela pulled the towel off of Hannah's neck and helped her up. Hannah groaned as her back cracked and she wondered over to the bathroom, stretching her aching bones.

"I sound like an 80 year old woman." She groaned as she stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch, her eyes lighting up when she saw Angela's handy work.

What once had fallen to her waist, her hair was now curling around her shoulders as it dried from the water Angela had sprayed on it. She grinned as Angela stepped behind her and smiled.

"You like?"
"I love. Thanks Ange." She wrapped an arm around her friend and hugged her. Angela squeezed her back as they looked in the mirror, admiring her work.

"Hey, you know how Hodgins has a tattoo of you on his arm?" Angela groaned, a laughter bubbling out as she shook her head.

"You want to know how that came about?"
"Heck yes!"
"Ask Jack. It's more amusing." Hannah groaned and hip bumped up her friend out of the bathroom and followed behind, flicking the light off.

"But what you can tell me, young Miss Price, is why you haven't done anything about you and Booth?"
"Did Sweets put you up to this?" Angela pulled a face.

"That baby faced sweetheart looks like he  needs help tying his shoelaces. He can't put me up to anything."
"He broke you and Hodgins up."
"Not directly."
"True." Angela lolled her head as she walked to the couch and flopped, staring and the mess of hair.

"I... Booth has been extremely helpful and caring."
"And?"
"He is very attractive?"
"Oh sweetie, everyone knows that. But there's something more." She taunted. Hannah crossed her arms over her chest and bit her lip, shaking her head.

"Angie.."
"You like him."
"Don't-"
"Oh. My. Gosh. You REALLY like him, don't you?" Hannah sucked her cheeks in, trying to hide the pink that was spreading up her face. She hadn't even admitted to herself and here was Angela, saying it for her. Angela cracked a wide smile.

"Cam owes me five bucks now." Hannah started laughing.

"Why, because I have a huge crush on Booth but you haven't actually gotten me to admit it so you're assuming?" Hannah's eyes widened as Angela smirked. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yes you did."
"Please don't tell anyone, Angela!" Angela put her hands up in surrender.

"I won't, scouts honour!" Hannah, who had buried her face into a pillow, looked up at Angela and frowned.

"I bet you weren't even a scout." Angela grinned and shook her head.

"It's the thought that counts, right?" Hannah laughed a pillow at her. Angela allowed it to hit her and hugged it to her, watching as the fluffy ginger tail of Aslan brushed past her. Aslan jumped onto the couch in between the friends and rubbed his head against Angela's arm.

"Are we still meeting Booth and Brennan for lunch?"
"Yeah. We should probably go, aye?" Hannah nodded and stood back up again. Aslan continued to purr and smooch up to Angela, ignoring the movement.

"That bloody cat..." Hannah chuckled. She turned and went to her room, grabbing her ballet flat for her good foot, her jumper and her hairbrush, giving her new hair cut a good brush before grabbing her purse and walking out.

"Your cat is on me."
"That means he likes you, Ange."
"But he's getting fluff on me." Hannah hobbled over and leaned over the arm of the couch, picking the giant cat up off of Angela's lap and kissed his face. He meowed and squirmed, Hannah putting him down.

"Let's go!" The women left the apartment and as they walked, Angela grinned. "What are you smiling about?"
"Well, we're gonna get proof that Booth likes you." Hannah raised a fair eyebrow.

"And how would that be?" They exited the elevator they had been in and walked out to Hannah's car.

"Men almost always tend to notice a change about a girl if they like her. Not all men. Some are idiots. But others always notice when there's been a change because they spend more time looking at you than they care to admit." Hannah nodded and her head and the frowned.

"I'm lost." They got into the car and Hannah put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the car park.

"Booth looks at you a lot," Angela said slowly. "And he will notice your hair."
"I still don't get it." Angela sighed.

"Don't worry sweetie. I'll explain when you're older." Hannah grimaced

***********

Angela was right, of course. Booth noticed the moment Hannah walked in that her hair wasn't swinging half way down her back.

"You got a hair cut." He said in greeting. Hannah's hand immediately went to her hair and she nodded as she sat. Angela grinned and murmered something that made Hannah elbow her in the ribs.

"So what've you got?" Brennan had been watching the whole thing with mild amusement and was pulling out the case files they needed. She handed them over to Hannah and gave Booth a kick under the table  a smile playing on her face. He repressed the grimace and the urge to kick her back as Hannah flipped open the file.

"What's so special about this Harry Reid?" Hannah asked after a few minutes, eyes scanning over the file.

"He's connected to the presidents daughter." Hannah pulled a face.

"Friendly or romantically?"
"Romantically, as determined by Sweets when he interviewed the daughter." Hannah tapped her fingers on the table.

"You didn't ask?"
"Well no. That would be insensitive." Booth replied. Hannah stuck out her tongue at him, knowing he was referring to one of the cases they had been on. She had taken a leaf (or as Booth put, 'the whole damn thing') out of Brennan's book and had been quite blunt with the questions. Sweets had tried to convince Hannah throughout that particular case that being as detached as Brennan wasn't a good idea but Hannah had shut him down. She was more keen on getting answers that people fluffing about.

"The point is, this is the president's daughter, not the coal miner," Brennan said. "Booth has been handling most of the talking but it's like talking to royalty. As much as they want answers, they don't want to dirty their respectable image." Angela had pulled out her tablet and was flicking through images, showing Hannah what they had on Reid and his associates.

"Is it possible that he overheard something he shouldn't have? This is the White House we're talking about."

"We thought about that and although it seems highly possible however very unlikely. Separate accommodations were provided by the president so that he wouldn't over hear such things." Booth added. Hannah was tapping her fingers on the table again and she looked at the face of young Reid.

"What're you going to do, then?"

"We're going to interview his boss, colleagues and his flat mate. We could really use you on the other side of the glass." Hannah nodded, her spirits lifting more. Even though she wasn't supposed to be back until January, the thought of being able to work, even for a little bit, made her smile more.

"When do we go?"

"After we eat." The waitress had brought their food as Booth said that. He and Brennan had ordered them all burgers and Hannah's mouth watered as she took a bite into the Royal Diner's famous burgers that she had fallen very deeply in love with.

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Hannah stood in the small booth with the computers and the microphone and sighed. Sweets was picking something off of his suit jacket when the door into the interrogation room. Booth walked in first, unbuttoning is jacket so he could put his hands on his hips.

'Ohh he's going for the intimidation tactic. This should be interesting." Hannah raised an eyebrow and turned to watch as a man followed him in. Hannah couldn't see his face but the way he walked made Hannah hiss through her teeth. Sweets noticed and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Hannah?" She shrugged him off and shook her head, eyes glued to the window as Brennan came in and closed the door behind her. Booths eyes flickered to the window then back to the tall man who was making his way to his seat.

When Hannah finally saw his face as he sat down, her eyes widened and she shook her head. Even though she knew Booth couldn't see her, she didn't want to be there.

"Han, what's wrong?" Sweets asked again, his eyes darting between her and the goings on in the room. She ignored him again and moved suddenly, surprisingly fast for a person in a moonboot. Sweets was too startled to do anything but watch as the door slowly closed in her wake. He watched as the door leading into the interrogation room swung open, revealing the pale and angry face of Hannah. The man in the chair looked shocked at the sight and Booth yelled for Hannah to get out. Sweets turned the sound on.

"... You need to go!"

"No. No I will not. How could you be here?" She turned her question to the man.

"Harry was my roommate... I told you this..."

"When? When did you tell me this, Gus?" Booth did a double take. Brennan was standing now, a hand on a seething Hannah's arm. Sweets, who was still in the booth, gaped.

"How do you know each other?" Booth demanded, gaze sharpening. Sweets managed to make the connection before anyone else and wasn't all too surprised by Hannah's answer but still felt the shock of it.

"Because he's my brother." 

Authors Note

Woooooooooooow who saw that coming?

Because I did. Sort of.

Thanks guys for being so patient with me and so loving. I was worried I wouldn't get it out after Sunday. But you guys are so amazing (cough* Rosebud1208 * and Dr3amChaser*cough). I love you all very much!

》Bree《