The rain echoed on the ground as a lonely soul walked the streets. There was no one about. The streets were lost amongst the fog and the tears of the woman walking them. Her footsteps echoed on the pavement and her tears and sobs were drowned out by the rain. She walked slowly, the rain drenching her body. She was freezing, her body shaking and barely covered by the tattered dress that she wore. She had been running for most of the night, but was too tired to continue. Just putting one foot in front of the other was becoming a difficult task.

She had no idea where she was, she just knew that she had to keep walking, further and further away from where she had been. She had turned pale, as her body grew colder, her skin milky white in the dull light being omitted by the streetlamps. She had one of her arms hugging her body, trying to keep her warm, and the other pinned to her side, trying to stop blood pouring from her wound, trying to stop her from being killed by blood loss.

She was growing weaker by the second. She had no money and no phone. Her eyelids closed and she fell to the pavement. The blood loss was too great for her body to handle and the exhaustion from running all night was too great to keep moving.

Her head hit the pavement and she was knocked unconscious. She was powerless. Her mind lost to her subconscious and her blood lost to the outside world. She was still alive, but barely. She didn't have much time.

There was a gunshot and the sound of breaking glass. She could hear sirens and feel the footsteps of twenty or so men on the ground. She heard another gunshot, her heart racing with fear. But then she heard a familiar voice say "You're under arrest. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Her heartbeat slowed and she relaxed, relief washing through her body. He was alright.

She was standing outside a warehouse, behind the SUV as Booth had instructed. They had come to a compromise that if she wasn't going to stand behind the police tape she had to at least stand behind the SUV if it was parked more than 50 metres away. She had reluctantly agreed, knowing that there was no way he would let her go any closer. She didn't understand why. She figured if she was going to be shot at it didn't matter where she stood.

At the sound of an arrest she moved to the front of the car, leaning against it waiting for him to come back. She watched as he walked from the building, handing off the murderer to other agents and commending their work, before walking over to her looking angry.

"Bones, I told you to stay behind the car, not in front of it!"

"I WAS behind the car. I heard you arrest the guy so I figured that it was safe."

"Oh you figured did you?" He said taking off his bullet proof vest and putting it in the back of the car before going to the side of it and standing right in front of her. Her eyes were blazing and she was ready to retort whatever else he said.

"I told you to stay behind the car, AT ALL TIMES." He emphasised the last part, knowing that it wouldn't matter what he said to her she wouldn't obey.

"But you got the guy. It seems perfectly logical to move from behind the car once the suspected danger had been erased from the situation."

He stepped even closer to her, bending slightly so their eyes were level. She could smell his cologne and he could smell his perfume. They were both momentarily lost in each other before Booth remembered that he was angry at her.

"You have to promise to stay behind the car at all times; otherwise I won't let you come to an arrest, ever again." He said quietly, but forcefully.

"Fine" She said patting him on the shoulder. "I won't come." She smiled at the surprised expression on his face. She knew he had expected her to promise just so she could come, maybe some more compromising, definitely more arguing, but not to just never come at all. She smiled at him again and then walked around the car to the passenger side door.

"What?" He said, still surprised, blocking the door so she couldn't get in."You're just not going to come?"

She nodded and pushed him aside. She clicked in her seatbelt as he continued to stare at her, shocked.

"Come on Booth. I have work to do."

He clambered into the car, still thinking that he had imagined her response. He liked having her there – he wanted her to be wherever he was all the time.

They sat in silence, Booth contemplating whether or not he was dreaming, his mind going in circles wondering if she had actually not argued further about it. His mind went round and round before he finally decided to just ask her if she had been serious.

"You were joking weren't you?" He asked, not wanting to sound like an idiot.

She smiled mockingly at him. "Yes" she confirmed before hopping out of the car and walking quickly into the lab.