Here we go, the beginning of a new mulitchapter fic for me. I'm settled in school and need a project to keep me entertained in my down time so here it's. A few month's ago a reader asked me to do a multi chapter fic based on my one shot Why This Time which can be found in my collection Enough for Now which you can get to through my profile.

For those of you that have read me before I write fluff and that's pretty much it, occasionally angsty but for the most part fluff, and this is no exception. So If your looking for cheery pick me up this is it.

One last thing before I begin I don't own Bones they are the property of Fox, Hart Hanson, the writers and the actors that portray our favorite characters. Enjoy the story.

Chapter 1 – Best Friends

We've had a really long week the case was difficult on us, trying all the limits of our relationship. The forensic evidence had been limited, frustrating the squints as a whole and then Bones was taking out her frustration with the lack of evidence on me, yelling at me whenever she got the least bit annoyed or frustrated. On my end of things there had been little to no leads and then ones that we had dried up almost instantly. The result was that we were having a difficult time working together, there were mainly terse silence and clipped sentences.

It wasn't until someone had mentioned that the victim's fiancé's best friend was in love with her, and the best friend hated the victim. I'd brought him in for interrogation room, I almost felt bad for the guy I could understand where he was coming from, and that was how I would get him to confess. I made Bones stay in the observation room, the last thing I'd need was her right next to me as I did it, it was going to be hard enough admitting this when I knew she was listening.

I sat next to him on the table while he sat in that chair looking devastated that his best friend and the love of his life was gone. "You were in love with her weren't you?" I asked, in a calm tone I didn't need to scare him. He looked up at me about to deny it, "Listen I know what it's like. To see her every day to have her confide in you, rely on you. Your always thinking that maybe one day soon she'll realize it's you that she's looking for."

The suspect looked up at me tears running out of his eyes nodding, "But then she went and fell in love with someone else, someone that wasn't good enough for her. Someone that wasn't you?" He broke down sobbing telling me that the man wasn't good enough for her that he was going to bring her down, end her dreams, prevent her from being herself, that he couldn't let her be hurt by that man. I left the man in the interrogation room to allow him to cry his heart out before a junior agent could go in and book him.

Now we were sitting at the bar in the founding fathers each nursing a beer, the animosity that had been between the two of us all week had disappeared with the solving of the case. "Booth what did you mean when you told the suspect that you knew what it was like to be in love with his best friend?" She had her head tilted towards me in that way she has, a regal questioning manner, before looking back at her beer afraid she'd pushed too far.

I would answer her though just like I always did though because I was unable to deny her anything. "Just that I know what it's like to be in love with my best friend and not have her know it … I also know how it feels when she's in a relationship with someone else, although I would never kill someone to prevent her from marrying them… Although now that I think about it she probably won't marry anyone. But no matter what I want her to be happy." I spoke to bar, before setting down my beer and looking at her, "Why Bones? Are you in love with your best friend?"

"I'm not sure that I believe in love but I can appreciate the man's dilemma of being jealous of someone dating my best friend." She shrugged, before moving to stand up.

I put my hand on her arm causing her to pause, "Is this a problem you're currently struggling with, or is it something that you have experienced?" I needed to know the answer.

She tilted her head at me with at questioning look, "You tell me, is it problem that you currently struggling with, or is it a past problem." We were silent for a moment just looking at each other, before she shrugged on her coat. "Lets go, I've got a busy day tomorrow, plus we have paper work to do. Take me home?"

I stood following her out of the bar shrugging on my jacket trying to figure out what her answer had meant. Just when I thought I had her figured out she'd do something like that and completely throw me off. I caught up with her placing my on the small of her back escorting her back to the car opening the door for her.

The car ride was silent she was just looking out the window watching the city roll by. I kept stealing glances at her every so often trying to figure out where her head was. She caught me looking once and just smiled before taking up her vigil again.

I pulled up to her building and broke the silence, "Well here we are." I looked at her waiting for her to climb out of the car; I'd given up trying to walk her up she'd always get mad at me telling me that she was capable of taking care of herself.

But tonight she looked over at me and asked, "Do you want to come up for some coffee? Maybe we can some of this paperwork done now, and not have to do it over the weekend." She was smiling; I think she knew that I couldn't say no to her.

"Sure Bones, let's go." I was so sure that she was going to just climb out and tell me she'd see me tomorrow like usual that I was more than happy to go up with her despite the fact that I had an early meeting.

We spent the next two hours drinking coffee and filling out the paperwork that always comes with these cases, occasionally she would ask about something on the forms, or I would comment on the way the squints went about flushing out the forensic evidence. It was comfortable and normal just like always but I couldn't get her last comment at the bar off my mind, was it a problem she was dealing with currently? I certainly hope it was.

The paperwork was wrapped up sitting on her kitchen table waiting for her to bring it in tomorrow, when she walked me to the door. She paused something she never did, she normally just opened the door and ushered me out with a wave. We were standing close together and the door was still closed. I took the chance and stepped closer; as our bodies brushed, I heard her breath hitch.

"Booth…" But she never finished because I kissed her like I've been dreaming about doing for years. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She was stunned momentarily and then she was kissing me back her fingers coming up to thread through my hair.

When we broke I rested my forehead on hers and looked down at her, "What was that?" she questioned.

I smiled, "An answer to your question. I wouldn't want it to come to murder before you knew I wanted to kiss you."

Her fingers still stroking the back of my neck, "Ok, now I know. We wouldn't want it to come to murder now would we?" She reached up and brushed another kiss across my lips, "Now you know it's mutual."

"What do we do now?" I questioned refusing to let her go just yet.

"We figure it out, in a rational and logical manner… for right now that involves you going home and seeing each other at work tomorrow." She answered in her clear scientific manner.

I sighed, not quite what I was hoping for, before nodding. "See you tomorrow." I placed kiss on her cheek before opening the door and walking down the hallway.

Behind me I heard, "Goodnight Booth." Then her door clicked closed. The question is, is this the time that we finally moved forward in our relationship or would we end up going back to the way we were?

There's the first chapter. Please tell me what you think and if you have any ideas, I'll have another chapter hopefully in a couple of days.

18 days till the season premiere.

Thanks for reading

Babyrose