Once I was done getting ready for bed and lying in bed about to turn off the light, there came a knock on my door. I groaned and looked at the clock which read midnight. I rolled out of bed and began walking towards the door. I looked through the hole and who I saw comforted me, Booth. I opened the door and that's when I had a chance to fully take in his appearance. His hair was flat due to being wet, and his clothes were soaked with water. This brought the assumption that he had walked to her house in the rain from wherever he had been previously. Confused and worried I decided to break the silence.
"Booth, hi. What happened?" He just stared at me with sadness in his eyes.
"Here come in," I said gently taking hold of his arm and pulling him into the house. I shut the door and my eyes moved instantly back to Booth. I brought him over to sit down on the couch as I sat beside him leaving not much distance between us.
"Booth, please tell me what happened." I said pretty much pleading. His head dropped slowly and I put my arm around his back and rested it on his arm. I was confused when I felt a rip in his shirt and I looked at my hand to see it covered in red. I gasped and shot up. I knelt down beside him and examined his arm. It had a deep looking gash on it.
"Oh my god Booth. What happened?!"
I looked in his eyes and saw the sadness, pain and need of comfort and I guess he saw the worry and sadness in mine because he began talking.
"I got in a fight. I was walking home with a friend and...someone came out of nowhere and began beating on him. I tried to help but then another guy came from behind and began trying to hold me back. I finally...hit...hit the guy holding me and then I went after the other one but my friend...he was already...was already...gone. I tried to fight the other guy but the two of them together I just- They had a knife and so that's where that came from."
"Oh my god."
"I just left the crime scene after being cleared. Refused to let the EMT check me out because I needed to see you. My friend...he was another FBI agent and I...I let my friend get stabbed. I held him in my arms."
"Booth...it's not your fault. There was nothing you could have done. You said it yourself, they overpowered you. You were being held back and even though you were overpowered, you fought back hard Booth. You got cut and you still tried to fight back. His death...it wasn't your fault. You dont have to feel guilty. It was nobody's fault but the two people who attacked you."
"No Bones, I could...I should've been able to save him. He didn't deserve to die. Why kill him and leave me alive?"
"I dont know."
"He...he had a wife and two kids."
I felt so bad for him and yet I couldn't think of anything that I could do. I had been told that I had no people skills whatsoever and that I tend to make situations worse them better them but I couldn't just watch him suffer. I didn't know if what I was about to do would work but I took the risk.
I put my hand on the side of his face, bringing our eyes to meet and gently caressed the soft skin.
"This is not your fault. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over."
There was silence for a matter of moments while I continued to caress his cheek. I had no idea if it there was any cause for it but what I did know was that it felt good to be touching him.
"Now, you stay here." I stood and went in the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit and walked back to find him in the same place, hands in his lap. I knelt down again and said,
"I need your shirt off."
"I had his blood on my hands."
"Booth, im going to take your shirt off."
"His 3 year wedding anniversary is coming up."
I began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I pulled it off and examined the wound on his shoulder. I treated it carefully, he winced a little at some parts but he was trying to remain strong. I bandaged it up. When I was done, our eyes caught and we stared deep into each others eyes. Then out of nowhere...

He leaned in and gently brushed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first but as the kiss intensified, my hands made their way around his neck pulling him closer. He was the first to pull back panting.