A/N: This is my first B/B fanfic so hope you like it. I have some ideas to where this story is headed, but it may change. I have the first 3 chapters written, and I'll be trying to update every day until I go back to school next week since I know my semester will be super busy. So I'm trying to keep up with it. If I fall a little behind, I will let you all know. Thanks for reading and review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Bones belongs to Fox as does the characters. The idea and plot is all my own.

Chapter 1:

Brennan typed fluently on her laptop as she sat on her couch in her living room. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. Not just a knock. A pounding. A moment passed as she stopped typing and looked at the door with fear in her eyes. She knew who it was but wasn't sure if she wanted to speak to him at that moment, seeing as what happened earlier that day.

Flashback

She couldn't wait to see him. She and Booth had been dating for a few months, and he had already admitted he was in love with her. But as in every decision Brennan made in her life, she made them methodically, taking her time, thinking through all possibilities. Now she was ready to tell him. She walked through the J. Edgar Hoover building and everyone recognized her immediately. The first date they had gone on Booth had given her an official FBI badge so that she could come and go as she pleased. She had given him a hard time before about the fact that she had given him a Jeffersonian badge without any romantic involvement, and he should be more than willing to give her an FBI security badge.

She walked to the elevator and took it to his floor. Once there, she said hello to several secretaries and agents she had become acquainted with over the past few months. Then she met her destination. Booth's office. She saw that he was in there questioning a woman about the case they were currently working on. She decided to step back and for once in her life, not interrupt something. She smiled as she watched him move from behind his desk to the front, leaning against the wood. His stance showed dominance: arms crossed in front of him with a somewhat stern look on his face, yet still listening intently to the woman who was speaking.

'Booth is really good at listening.' Brennan thought, looking on.

What Brennan saw next was something she would never forget as long as she lived. The woman stood up and walked to where Booth was and leaned up to look in his eyes.

She could see Booth getting uncomfortable as he put up his hands to stop her, but then she kissed him with force.

Brennan saw Booth close his eyes and that was all she could stand to watch. She looked away in awe as tears began to swell in her eyes. She needed to get out of there. Far away from him.

Once Brennan made it back to her apartment, she finally broke down. Once she shut and locked her door, she leaned her forehead against it and let out a deep sob. She slid down to the floor as sobs wracked and overtook her body. She had never reacted this way about anyone or anything since her parents had vanished. She promised herself that she wouldn't lose control. She would never let her guard down. She had made it 15 years…until Booth. He had gotten to her, gotten her to lower all of those barriers, and she had let him in. and she loved him for that. He had saved her from a lifetime of loneliness and hurt. Until now. Now she could never trust Booth again.

End Flashback

The pounding continued, and she could sense Booth's frustration through the door, but she wasn't going to give in.

"Bones! Look, open the door! I know you're in there," Booth said through the door. "And I really need to talk to you, and I'm not leaving until you let me. I'll stay here as long as it takes."

"I know you will," Brennan whispered silently to herself. Booth never gave up on anything, why would he stop now?

"Bones, please," Booth said miserably leaning his head against her door. He was nearing tears as well. Booth couldn't lose her now. Not after everything. Just because Bones was there at the very wrong time.

Flashback

As soon as Booth opened his eyes he was Brennan running toward the elevator. He quickly pushed the woman away, hearing her fall to the floor, but not caring.

"Bones!" He shouted after her. He saw her enter the elevator and the doors close before he could reach them. He made a mad dash for the stairwell and ran down them as fast as he could. When he reached the lobby he was the elevator doors shutting and Bones walking out the door.

"Bones!" Booth called out again as he ran toward the entrance, but by the time he had gotten there, he saw Bones driving away down the street.

End Flashback

"Bones, look I'm sorry. For what it's worth. I mean … if you would let me explain it to you, you'd understand," Booth said through the door about an hour later. He had continued with his pleas every few minutes for that hour, only to be met with more silence. After the first half hour he had situated himself in the hallway. He sat against her door, knees close to his chest.

"I never understand anything you try to explain to me," he heard Brennan reply for the first time. A smile crept to his face when he heard her voice.

"Bones! You said something! Thank God. I was starting to think you snuck out," he said relieved that she was there. He was met again with the silence. "Are you every going to talk to me again? Oh, unless you want to make a nice sarcastic statement, then you'll talk." Booth regretted it the moment those words left his mouth. He knew if she was angry before, she was beyond livid now.

"I have listened to your pleas for over an hour, and now when I finally do speak all you do is insult me. Thanks, Booth. Have a nice night sleeping against my door, it'll do wonders for your back," she said and he could hear her get up and move around the apartment.

"You do realize that you implied that you would speak to me tomorrow." Booth asked. He knew he had gotten to her now.

"What? When?"

"Just then. About spending the night against the door, which suggests that tomorrow morning you will let me in or talk or whatever," Booth said and Brennan bit her lip and bit back a groan. Booth knew he had gotten to her and defeated her. Until.

"Do you know that you just made yourself sound like a squint? Taking things literally," Brennan said and Booth let out a breath to suppress his anger.

"I'm not going to fight with you, Bones," Booth said as calmly as possible.

"When are you going to stop calling me Bones? It's very derogatory, Booth." This tugged at Booth's heart. If he had known that it bothered her that much, he never would have continued calling her Bones. It hurt his feelings when she said this, but he would stop if it's what she truly wanted. "Never mind, I'm just going to sit her and work on this chapter. Continue on talking to yourself, although I'm not entirely sure how it will affect your mental health," Brennan said sitting back on the couch.

Booth sighed and stood up. The anger pulsating through him. He kicked the wall next to Brennan's apartment and started pacing through the hallway.

"Bones, you know I could've been in there an hour ago? Yeah, I could've broken down your door, but I didn't," Booth said putting both hands on either side of the door.

Brennan looked to the door debating whether or not to reply. Over the past few hours, she had felt every range of emotion: sadness and despair to a pity party to anger and now annoyance. She had stopped crying before he had gotten there, but began crying again as she listened to him plead with her.

"Oh yeah? Why didn't you? Does it make your shoulder hurt too much?" Brennan couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She had never said anything this horrible to Booth before. Granted, she had never been this angry before. Of course she would get angry with the murderers they dealt with, but she had never been quite as mean to them as she was being with Booth.

"Bones! Just shut up!" Booth yelled loudly making Brennan jump. "Just for once shut up and listen to me!"

"Well, I've listened to you for the past hour and look where that got me," Brennan replied angrily.

"Temperance, right now I'm so angry I'm not going to say anything. And you're angry too. So why don't we both just try to calm down? When you're ready, you talk to me," Booth said as he once again sat down at her door.