One night after a long case, Dr. Temperance Brennan was sitting on her bed, thinking about Booth. This case had been a tough one personally for her. A woman of about 30 had been writing a love letter for someone she'd been in love with for a long time, when one of her ex-boyfriends stabbed her multiple times in the neck, back, and stomach. It had been particularly difficult because she herself was in a similar situation. No, she didn't have ex-boyfriends that wanted her dead. Aside from the one that broke into her apartment to steal the TV; and Michael who was an ego maniac that shouldn't have been messing around with one of his students in the first place (even if that student was smarter than him), they hadn't been that bad. No, what was similar was that she had been in love with a man for three years now, and she hadn't said anything to him.
Now, as she sat thinking about him, she realized she couldn't put it off any longer. She scrambled off of her bed and searched for some paper and a pen. Once she found some, she went back to her bed and tried to think of how to start it.
Booth,
No, that was too professional.
Dear Booth,
No, that didn't sound right. It had to be personal.
Dearest Seeley,
No, that was TOO personal.
Seeley,
Perfect. Now, what would it say? Should she tell him that she's secretly been in love with him from the beginning? That throughout her relationships with David, Michael, and even Sulley, all she could think about was him? No, that was a bit too much for the first love letter. Hmm...Ah!
Seeley,
There's something I need to talk to you about. Could you meet me at the diner at around 7 tonight?
Okay, that sounds good. But how should she end it?
Sincerely,
No, too business-like.
Love,
Uhh...NO!
Bones
Good. She put the note in an envelope and wrote "Special Agent Seeley Booth" on it. Once she made sure it was tucked away safely in her purse, she laid down and smiled. She fell asleep almost immediately, dreaming of what the next day would bring.