Dr. Brennan was working on some paperwork at her desk when she got a phone call.

"Brennan," she said as she picked up the phone.

"Hey, Bones. We've got another job for you," Booth said.

"Alright, I'll meet you there. What's the address?" She got out a pen and pencil.

"That won't be necessary," Booth said. At first it sounded like it came from the phone she had in her hand. But, when she looked up, she saw Booth standing in the doorway.

Brennan suddenly felt the same strange warmth come over her again. She didn't know what it was, but when she thought that Booth was dead, the warmth burned so brightly and hurt so much that it was hard for her to keep her feelings under control. That wasn't usual for her and many times she thought to herself, What is wrong with me? when she thought he was dead, after, and even before when it was just a dull glow. But one thing she did know, even though it was hard for her to admit it, was that she felt safe with him.

Little did she know that Booth felt the same way. When he saw her at his funeral, he saw pain in her eyes that she would never show or let anyone else see. It hurt his heart to see that he had put her through so much pain and he wanted to kill the person that was in charge of telling his family and friends that he was still alive because he could tell that that person had not told anyone, especially Bones and putting her through all this pain. He loved Bones, albeit he didn't want to admit it, and gladly took the bullet for her, although it wasn't on purpose. He would protect her any way he could. He was standing at the doorway, waiting for her to say something, when he noticed how beautiful she looked today.

It had been nearly half a year since the shooting happened and although nothing exciting had happened, Booth still saw the pain in Brennan's eyes. He even saw pain from what Zach had done to the entire team added up into her eyes. She still blamed herself for not taking care of him more, even though she couldn't do anything more. She loved to have something to do to keep her mind off of the pain, even if it had subsided a little, and was ready for her next challenge.

"Let's get going," she said as she grabbed her jacked.

"Alright, I'll drive," Booth said.

"Why do you always get to drive?" Brennan asked.