(The Killer in the Crosshairs)

A/N: Okay I had a lot of fun writing drabbles for the 'Hiatus Challenge' and I thought it might be fun to write some more. I will try to update this at least once a week.

I don't own Bones.

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The music playing softly on his stereo in the semi-dark room, Booth paused to listen to his favorite part of the song, 'Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before, just what the truth is I can't say anymore, Cause I love you, Yes, I love you, Oh, how I love you'.

The romantic part of his soul reacting to the words, he shook his head and closed his eyes, "Yeah, that's it. I guess that's been my problem from the beginning and I just didn't want to admit it, not that it mattered. What good is love if it's one sided?"

Disgusted with the situation he was in, Booth slowly stood up and carefully walked over to the living room window. Flicking the curtains to the side, he leaned against the wall and watched a few snowflakes swirl in the air. He knew that the temperature was supposed to climb into the fifties the next day so there was no hope for a real winter storm. "God, even this winter has been all wrong, hardly any snow, more warm days than cold."

Rubbing his forehead, Booth shifted his gaze down to the cars passing on the street below. Surprised, he noticed Brennan's car pull into a parking space across the street. Anticipating her exiting the car, Booth waited only to become concerned as the time clicked by and the driver's side door remained closed. On the verge of going downstairs to check on her, he witnessed the door finally open and Brennan exit the car.

Curious as to why she was there, Booth waited for her to cross the street only to see her shake her head, re-enter her car and drive away. Unsure how he felt about that, he finally stepped away from the curtain and walked into the kitchen. Snagging a beer from the fridge, he twisted off the cap and drank the beer quickly chasing the one he'd had earlier.

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Hearing a sleepy voice answer on the other end, Brennan announced herself, "It's me, Brennan."

"Is something wrong, Bones? It's kinda late."

Hesitating, Brennan weighed her words carefully, "I wanted to make sure you're alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Realizing that Booth wasn't going to make the conversation easy for her, Brennan firmed her resolve, "Earlier this evening you were upset that Brodsky got away and you were also upset with me."

"Bones, I just misunderstood you, okay? You made yourself clear and we're okay. I'm fine . . . we're fine, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Not wanting to end the call, Brennan scrambled to think of an excuse, "The Weather Channel says that we are under a severe storm watch. Apparently we're going to get a blizzard tomorrow."

"When did they say that? They said this afternoon that it was going to miss us."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan replied, "The meteorologists have changed their mind. They thought it was going to stay further off shore, but now they are certain it won't. It should be snowing rather intensely tomorrow morning."

"Sure, why not . . . Do you ever think about us? . . . .Whoa, never mind, I shouldn't have asked that, I'm sorry. It's late Bones and I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep, night."

The call ended, Brennan stared miserably at the little Smurf figurine sitting on the bookshelf across the room. "Yes, Booth, I do."

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So, let me know if this is a good idea. I appreciate all reviews.

A/N: the song Booth was listening to was "Nights in White Satin" by the Moody Blues.