"Where's Bones?" Booth asked in an annoyed tone as he entered the lab. Jack and Zack sat at a desk, deep in a conversation about the latest conspiracy theories, ignoring the agent's presence. Angela, however, nodded him over to the corner, to which he walked over to find... To find Brennan curled up on the floor with her hands over her ears. "What's wrong with her?"
"Be nice" Angela replied with annoyance, giving him a small slap on the shoulder. "She's overstimulated"
"What are you talking about?"
"She gets like this sometimes, when things get too bright or loud" Angela explained. "It overwhelms her and she just... Shuts down like this"
Booth nodded, not fully understanding, but still wanting to help the scientist. So, he sat down near the freaked-out woman with an unsure expression. "Uh, hey" he said awkwardly. "Can you talk, or...?" he asked, getting a firm shake of the head in response. She wasn't looking at him, but he supposed that wasn't an issue enough to bring up at that moment. "Okay... What do I... Do?"
Brennan clumsily sat up and pulled a notepad and pen off of the nearest desk, then wrote 'Hand' in shotty handwriting. He read the word and quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
"What does that mean?" he asked. Brenna set the notepad aside and held out her hand, which he hesitantly held in his own. She kept a firm grip, using his hand as a method to ground herself from the stress she was currently experiencing. "Okay..."
After a few minutes, she had calmed down and simply stood up to go back to work, which left Booth deeply... Confused.
"Just leave it" Angela told him with a patient smile. "She'll talk about it when she's ready"
"Okay, well I need her for something"
"Give her a few minutes to get back to herself, okay?" Angela requested, getting an annoyed nod in response. "Good boy"
"Don't call me that"
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Multifandom Oneshots Collection
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