Hello! My name's IConcurVehemently (after my favorite Bones quote), or Vehe for short. This is my first Bones fic.

I know the "what happened in between Booth's 'death' and the funeral?" thing has been done before, but this is my take on it. We'll have around 14 days, each told from both Booth's and Bones' perspectives. I might skip a few days if I feel they're insignificant - no use in writing stuff that's unimportant, right?

Well, on with the story! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. If I did, Hodgins and Angela would be married by now.

Booth:

"Damn it, Bones, where's my belt buckle?" I muttered as I fumbled through my garbage bag smorgagbourg of belongings: badge, gun (Jesus Christ, that thing was loaded! Who the hell put that in – oh, safety's on. 'Atta girl, Bones.), cell phone, wallet – it had held all my clothes too, until I realized that I was butt-naked except for that airy hospital gown. Female nurse. Awkward.

But where the hell was my belt buckle?

I was completely ready to go, even though it was three in the morning. And I had to go – nobody's supposed to see the dead guy. Me. The dead guy.

That would take some getting used to.

I mumbled her name when I woke up – Cullen laughed. Awkward.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Sir." I straightened in my bed. "My apologies."

He laughed. "Well, with the way she was hovering, I'm not surprised you thought I was her. Was a hell of a time convincing her to leave."

What? "What'd you do to her?" Too protective. Crap. "Er, where is she?"

"Downstairs cafeteria. We slipped crushed hunger-inducing steroid pills into a cup of pudding. Didn't take much more than that – she hasn't really eaten in the past two days." He smiled mischievously. "I had forgotten how fun squint-stumping is."

Relief. "So, I'll see her?" Too hopeful – his eyes widened questioningly at the joy in my tone. Crap. "I – I have to thank her. For saving my life, you know. Hand compression on the wound."

He wasn't buying it.

"That's sweet. But no – you're leaving."

"What?! No. Why?"

"Kid, let me paint a little picture for you. You chase wanted fugitive. You find said fugitive. You fight wanted fugitive. He says he's not coming back until your funeral."

"But…I'm not dead?" The statement stumbled out as a question.

"Good boy," he replied condescendingly. "You're not dead. But Richards doesn't know that, does he? You got fifteen minutes, Booth. Then you're out of here."

"But Bones!" I protested. "What's she gonna think if I just – you know – die? C'mon, sir! I can't do that!"

His patience was clearly spent. "Are you dead, Booth?"

"No – er, yes, well…" I grimaced sheepishly. "That's sort of complicated right now, Sir."

"You give the Bureau a list of people – trustworthy people – to tell you're not dead. If you want," he paused, "she's on it. But if your butt ain't out of here in ten, we'll see how you take another bullet. Am I understood?"

So here I was, three minutes left and counting, with everything but my belt buckle. Belt, yeah – but what the hell am I supposed to do with a belt when I can't attach it?

Agent Collins stands nervously by the door – he's new. Cullen says, Collins does.

"C'mon, Booth. We've gotta get out of here. I'm supposed to shoot you if you don't, you know." He fidgets with his hands.

"Cool it, Junior. I'm not walking down the hall like some gangster with his pants at his ankles." I rifle through the bag one more time.

"She probably took it as a keepsake. She seemed pretty attached to you…"

"What? How?" The bag breaks as I accidentally shove my hand through the plastic. Contents clatter noisily to the floor. I curse under my breath.

"She wouldn't leave your side. Them other squints, yeah, they did the same – but not like her." I looked over at the chair next to my bed. You could still see the outline of her legs in the faux leather. "Two days, man. Didn't move, ever."

"Yeah, that's Bones." I scoop up what fell – cell phone, wallet, gun.

Junior gets nervous suddenly. "Sir, we need to go, now. Or Doctor Brennan will see you."

You say that like it's a bad thing. "Take it easy, kid. We're going." Beltless.

Damn it, Bones! Where the hell's my belt buckle?

Poor Booth! The Cocky belt buckle will come back in the future - I promise!

Please tell me what you think! Should I continue this or leave it as a oneshot?

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!