So, it's been ages since I've written anything, mostly because I was deeply horrified by the stories I wrote when I was like 14/15 years old. But I'd like to think that since I've gotten older, I've also gotten a little wiser. Hence, I decided to give writing a try again.

I was re-watching the last two episodes of season 6 for the millionth time (they're among my favorite episodes of the entire series), and I couldn't help but envision scenarios of the parts we didn't get to see, as well as think about what was going through Brennan's mind throughout these episodes. I'm a psychology student, so stuff like this interests me endlessly. You might see that in the story, as it's mostly an attempt to get at Brennan's underlying thoughts throughout the episodes. However, there are some sweet moments between Booth and Brennan included, obviously. Still, it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I do hope some of you will enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

I divided the story into two chapters, one for each episode. I will post the second chapter soon, it just needs a little editing.

Obviously, I don't own Bones, nor any of the characters. Any mistakes are all mine though.

Chapter 1 – 6x22 "The Hole in the Heart"

"Can I just…"

"Yeah, that's why I'm here".

Brennan laid her head on Booth's chest and cried like she hadn't in a very long time. Poor Vincent. Sweet, goofy, poor Vincent. For a while, all she could think about were his last moments, the way he had begged her not to make him leave. But maybe Booth was right. Maybe he wasn't talking to her, but to the universe, or whatever entity he believed in, to please not let him die. And he did say that he had loved it here. Whether he meant being alive or being at the Jeffersonian, that comforted Brennan a little. At least he had been happy.

Then, Brennan's thoughts shifted. She noted how comfortable she was not just lying on Booth's chest, but also in opening up to him about her thoughts and feelings. She went back to the night they acknowledged that there was something between them, that perhaps they could be together at a future time. Maybe that time was now. Vincent's death had put things in perspective for sure, but if she was being honest with herself, the last of her imperviousness had been gone for a while now. And maybe she was just imagining it, but it seemed that Booth was no longer angry. She looked up at him, bracing herself to ask him. But when their eyes met, it seemed that they had been thinking about the same thing. Something shifted between them in that moment. It was as if everything that had hung between them lately finally cleared up.

Still, Brennan was unsure if she should make a move. She had never been the best at reading people's emotions and thoughts. If she got this wrong, she could ruin what they had.

But before she could fully finish her train of thought and withdraw from him, his hand palmed her face and his lips were on hers. It was very gentle, but oh so good. They had kissed a few times before over the years, but this time felt different. This was not just a drunken or a desperate kiss, but a kiss full of emotion. It was real.

And this must have been what Sweets had been talking about, that dam breaking after they kissed. It didn't happen the other times, because it wasn't right. But now it was. They pulled apart, but not for long. The dam was broken. Their lips were back on each other's, not gentle anymore now, but full of passion. That passion fueled them and soon, all sadness of earlier was gone, leaving only lust, want, and perhaps even love.

Brennan woke the next morning with her head tucked in Booth's neck and her arm slung around his waist. She pulled back slightly to look up at his sleeping face, and couldn't help but smile. Last night had been amazing. It started out full of sadness and grief, but had ended in pure bliss. She knew she'd been right when they were stuck in that elevator a while ago and she'd said they would be very compatible. She chuckled. They were very compatible indeed.

Booth awoke too, roused by the slight movement she'd made. He looked at her, moved a strand of hair away from her face, and smiled. "Good morning, Bones. What were you laughing about?"

Brennan returned the smile. "Good morning to you too, Booth." Her eyes sparkled. "I was just thinking that I was right all those weeks ago. We are quite compatible."

Booth laughed out loud at that. "That's a bit of an understatement, Bones, but yeah, it was amazing." He grew more serious then. "Listen, I know that there is a lot we need to talk about, but right now I have to focus all my energy and attention on catching Broadsky. I just don't want you to think that this was just a one-time thing, or that it didn't mean anything to me, okay? Because it meant the world. I need you to know that."

"I know, Booth. And I understand. Broadsky is your priority now, as he should be. We can talk later."

Booth smiled gave Brennan a quick kiss. "Great, thanks Bones. Now, let's get ready, we have a big day ahead of us."

Brennan had been distracted all day. Thoughts of Vincent were mingling with thoughts of her night with Booth, and it made it hard to focus on her work. Of course, Angela picked up on it right away. Brennan debated whether she should tell her best friend about Booth, given that she and Booth hadn't even had a chance to talk yet. But Ange was her best friend, and maybe talking to her would help settle her mind a bit.

"… and, I got into bed with Booth last night."

At first, Angela didn't speak. Brennan wondered why not. She figured her best friend would have been ecstatic to hear the news, but maybe she no longer thought her and Booth getting together was a good idea.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" She eventually asked, part curious and part afraid of the answer.

"Because I don't want to yell "Hallelujah" so close to losing Vincent," Angela replied.

This answer settled Brennan's mind a bit, glad that Angela was indeed happy for her. But it also stirred something worrisome.

"I think I did it because of Vincent." Sure, last night felt so right, but what if she did it for all the wrong reasons?

Angela's voice interrupted Brennan's thoughts. "Wait, whoa, wha- what exactly happened after you- after you crawled into bed with Booth?"

Brennan couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she remembered that night. What happened was… amazing.

Just then, Hodgins entered, clearly having something to share, but Angela made him leave right away. When he was gone again, Brennan voiced her earlier concerns about why last night had happened last night.

"Ange, what if- what if my reasons for doing it were wrong? What if we've just laid a completely wrong foundation for something that should have been completely right?"

"Oh sweetie, no, don't think like that. What happened between you and Booth was beautiful, and it was a long time coming. So who cares what the exact circumstances or reasons were for it to happen last night? All that matters is that you and Booth have been chasing each other for a long time, and last night, you finally caught each other."

Brennan still wasn't quite convinced. "You really think that?"

"Yes, of course. Now, stop worrying and give me all the juicy details. It wasn't just you two who have been waiting a long time for this to happen, you know."

Angela was right, of course. And so Brennan told her all, well almost all, about what exactly had happened that night. And for a while, it made her happy. But still, her worries weren't completely gone, and they remained in the back of her mind for the remainder of the day.

That night, they sent Vincent off, back to his home country and to his mother. Despite singing "the Lime and the Coconut", which lightened the mood a little, it was all very sad, and Brennan was glad to have Booth there for comfort. She linked her arm through his, and after saying goodbye to the others, they left together. As they walked to his car, however, her worries about why exactly last night had happened came back in full force. Despite her earlier assurance to Booth that this would not be just a fling, she was feeling very overwhelmed by the idea of talking about being in a committed relationship. She stopped dead in her tracks.

Booth looked at her. "Bones, you okay?"

"No, I am not, actually. I know we said we would talk after we got Broadsky, but I don't think I can do that right now. With Vincent dying, it's all just too much. I- I need some time to figure things out."

She saw the hurt look on Booth's face, so she tried to ease his mind a little and took his hand in hers. "I am not running away from you, Booth, I promise. I won't need long. I'm just afraid I will ruin what we have before it even has a chance to unfold if… if I don't get all my ducks in a row, as you like to say. So, please, just give me a little time. Can you do that?"

Booth sighed. "Fine. Let me know when you're ready to talk, okay? I'll be waiting. I'm not giving up on you, on us."

"Good, because neither am I," Brennan replied. She kissed Booth briefly, before letting go of his hand. "Will I still see you tomorrow at work?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

And with that, they each went their separate ways.

That's it for now, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Any feedback, either positive or negative, is welcome. Like I said, it's been a while since I've written anything so I might be a little rusty, and I'm always looking to improve my writing. Also, this chapter was quite short, but the next one will be a little longer, as I feel that most of the development of the story actually took place more in the last episode.

Stay tuned for the next chapter!