Hi guys I'm back, this is pretty much a sequel to carpe diem but although I'd advise it : ) you shouldn't need to read carpe diem to follow this. To those of you who have read the carpe diem thanks for reading and you have no idea how hard it was to come up with a whole new bunch of Latin phrases lol : ) Here's part 1, not sure when I'll update again but I'll try to be as quick as I can. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones but the plot is mine

Carpe Noctem

Summary: Everything seems great for Booth and Brennan. They have the perfect career, the perfect relationship, the perfect life. However when old faces return and the pair land the case from hell their lives become far from perfect. Can the pair combat the lies and betrayal and learn who to trust before it's too late and they lose someone close to them or will babies, baddies and bickering make the pair wonder whether or not their perfect life is worth the fight?

Chapter 1

In omnia paratus - Ready for anything.

Temperance Brennan sat up slightly and rested her head on her hand as she leaned on her elbow and stared down at her sleeping lover. She smiled as his eyelids twitched gently as he dreamed and wondered if she was in his thoughts. She half wanted those eyes to open so she could stare into the chocolate box eyes, the exact colour and shade of which she had ingrained on her memory.

His hair was tousled from sleep and...other things and she blew softly to brush it away from the soft expanse of his face. She shuffled closer to him, feeling that she could never be close enough, and as she did the white cotton sheet that covered the pair slipped slightly revealing the smooth planes of his chest. Her eyes flicked over the column of his neck before drifting back to his face, only to be startled from her reverie by the sound of his voice.

'Is there something you want or are you just going to stare?'

He grinned and his eyes inched open. He glanced at the clock behind her and panicked at the flashing neon time of 9:15 before remembering it was Sunday. He leaned forward to kiss her soundly and as their mouths met he remembered why he loved Sundays so much. It was the one day of the week they had just for each other. Their working week being so full and exhausting being the perfect boyfriend or girlfriend was often difficult and then on Fridays and Saturday morning they had to face the things they had unintentionally neglected during the week: he had Parker and church; she had publishing meetings and forced shopping trips with Angela. Saturday night was occasionally spent together and then there was Sunday, the day of rest.

No matter how hard the week had been or whatever else was going on Sunday was their day. He loved waking up next to her, that was his favourite part of Sundays. He loved waking up to find her looking at him, like today, or sleeping silently beside him.

He leant up on his arm much as she had done minutes earlier and stared down at the woman below him. He was always fascinated by her and moments like this. To most she was a professional, the world renowned anthropologist and author but looking at her now as she lay smiling and flushed from their kiss beneath him he saw her for what she was: a beautiful talented woman who was vibrant and full of life despite the time she spent with the dead. He saw the woman he loved.

'You know I love you right?'

'Well I thought I did but maybe you should run it by me once more before I make an informed decision.'

She grinned and he crushed his lips to hers once more, whispering against her soft mouth.

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

That was her favourite thing about Sundays. She loved being able to tell him how she felt without looking over her shoulder or worrying who was listening. Their relationship was hardly a secret, after all most people had seen it coming long before Temperance and Seeley had themselves but discretion was important to both of them. So far nothing had been said but both were silently dreading the day someone would do something other than congratulate them on their relationship. They had been together nearly six months now and had so far managed to keep their personal and private lives separate but both of them knew there was only so much you could do when you spent as much time together as they did.

That was the real reasons for Sundays, that was also the reason for her apartment. She could no longer remember a time when she wanted to go to sleep and wake up next to anyone other than Seeley but she still had her rules, her unspoken safety mechanisms, and she never spent more than four nights a week at his place and vice versa. Her apartment gave her space, it let her keep part of herself isolated, allowed her to keep that last little part of herself she was as of yet unable to give up to him.

She had once told him that losing that last part of herself to him scared her more than anything else in the world but now, laid in his bed whispering words of devotion to each other he smile faded slightly as she realised that was wrong. What she was most scared of wasn't that she'd lose that last little bit it was that she'd never be able to give herself completely to him and he'd never quiet have everything he deserved.