I DON'T OWN BONES!

A/N So here's just a little bitty scene about Booth and Bones. It could turn into a little story if you want. **In this Hannah has her own apartment and Booth moved in with her. He still has his old apartment because he hadn't sold it yet.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

What the hell? What time is it? 3 A.M.? I got up and went to my door and there he was. Booth. He was wet from the rain and looked slightly shaken. I let him in and he immediately went to the couch.

"Booth what's wrong?" I handed him a towel, a shirt, and pair of sweatpants that he kept here. I grabbed his tight v-neck one that showed off his muscles.

"Thanks, Bones. Han-Hannah kicked me out." I tried to keep my face neutral, but inside I was screaming for joy. Finally, Booth was back on the market. Even if I don't know what that means. It's a phrase Angela uses often.

"Do you want to stay here? You're welcome to the guest room." I will admit I was a little frazzled with the sudden appearance of Booth. If seemed strange to me that of all the people he could have came to, he chose me. Then again it wasn't really all that of an anomaly. I was the only one he could trust. The one who never ceased being there for him. He was the same for me.

"Yah. Thanks, Bones." I let him use my bathroom so he could dry off and change. I went to go put clean sheets on the bed and grabbed a few extra blankets because I knew he got cold at night. I heard him creep into the room, trying not to startle me. I, of course, knew he was there. I didn't have to hear the creek of the floorboard to know. Some how, when he was near, my heart just knew.

"Hey," I said shyly.

"Hey," He said, matching my tone.

"Well, I've changed the sheets and I brought you extra blankets. I know how you get cold at night." All Booth did was nod and he crawled into bed. He brought the covers up to his chin and tried to get comfortable. I went over to him and planted a kiss on his forehead, as if he was a child. "Anything you need, don't hesitate to wake me up." He simply closed his eyes.

It must have been an hour before I heard Booth come into my room. His eyes were laden with sleep and his hair was rumpled. I knew he had been tossing and turning and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Bones? Can I.. can I..." He couldn't seem to finish his sentence. I wordlessly patted the bed beside me and pulled down the covers. I watched as he sank down gratefully and curled into the sheets. He then did something that I found odd. He held his arms out to me. Like I was the one who needed comforting. I went into his arms though. He instantly drew me close and buried his head in my neck. I placed my arms around him and held him. He wasn't crying but I knew he was hurt. Hannah meant a lot to him. She was a skank, in my opinion...

Within moments, Booth had fallen asleep. He didn't move all night. I woke periodically to make sure he was fine and it wasn't until late in the morning that he actually came to. He blinked in the sunlight and was momentarily blindsided by the fact that I was in his arms. When it dawned on him where he was, he smiled and snuggled back in my arms.

"Booth!"

"Bones, ten more minutes!"

"Booth, it's Saturday! You can sleep as long as you want."

"Good. 'Cause I'm not moving from this spot." I giggled as he tickled me. It was amazing how quickly he got over Hannah. Maybe he really wasn't so in love with her.

"At least let me make coffee!" He let me go, but grumbled about it.

"Come back, Bones! You're so warm!" I giggled. This was an odd feeling, having Booth in my bed and me making him coffee. It was almost like we were a couple. I made coffee and my Booth radar informed me that he had come into the kitchen. He sat down at the table just as I was pouring the coffee. I immediately poured in two packets of sugar and a splash of cream, just the way Booth liked it. I had mine with just cream.

"This is great coffee, Bones." I blushed and simply nodded. I knew I shouldn't rush him, but I had to ask the nagging question in the back of my mind:

"So why'd she leave?" Booth glanced up at me, the smile he had on his face from before, now erased. "Too soon?" I amended, ashamed that I had ruined our moment.

"No, no. It's good to talk about things. I'm always making you talk..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I didn't rush him with the tale, but let him talk when he was comfortable. It only took a few moments. "Last night, Hannah and I were eating dinner. She was getting super clingy and saying that I should be spending more time with her than at work and with Parker. I told her that she just needed to deal with the fact that I have other priorities besides her and her sexual appetite, which I can't seem to satisfy lately." He blushed as he said that. That's my Booth. Always the prude. "I asked her what she wanted from me and she said that she wanted me to marry her. I know that I'm all about marriage and spending my life the right one, but Hannah... She just didn't seem right. So, I told her that she was an asshole for making me choose and she said 'get out'. That was it." He didn't look at me. I knew he was thinking about our encounter on the steps of the Hoover building. I didn't want him to remember me refusing him. When I came back from Maluku, I was ready to say 'yes' to him. But he was already with that skank.

"I'm so sorry, Booth. You're welcome here any time. You know that, right?" I reached over the table and grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I could see surprise in his eyes when he looked at me. I could tell that he wanted to kiss me, but was conflicted because he had just broken up with Hannah.

"Thanks, Bones." His voice was gruff and his inner struggle with not to kiss me seemed to be getting out of hand. I pulled him to his feet and decided to help him with his inner struggle. I hugged him and he hugged me back. When we broke apart, it was only a fraction of an inch. I looked in his eyes and then glanced at his lips. He still seemed to be debating whether or not to kiss me. We both leaned a little closer and I knew that I wanted this. I loved him. I loved him. I loved Booth and I knew he loved me too. He never stopped loving me, even when he was with Hannah. That's why he came over last night. He was finally free of his consolation prize. I knew he didn't want to break Hannah's heart, but lucky for him (and me!) she took things a bit too far and she broke his.

He leaned in too and his lips were tantalizingly close. I just wanted to capture his lips and kiss him senseless. I knew I had to wait for him to kiss me first because of his alpha male tendencies, but my alpha female just wanted to devour him. He bent down and kissed me. It was magical and I know for a fact that alchemy doesn't exist. I kissed him back and entwined my hands in his hair.

"Oh, Booth!" He responded with such vigor, I was taken aback. He pressed me up against the fridge and began to inch up my t-shirt. I pulled away from his grasp and looked him in the eyes.

"I love you,Booth. I just needed to tell you that I do before this goes any further. I've loved you since you kissed me in the rain after we got drunk. My loved deepened when you saved me from countless dangers. When you told me you wanted to give this a shot, I was scared. I panicked and said no. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I wanted to take it back. Then when I got back from Maluku, I was ready to be with you. But you had Hannah and... and..." I was becoming hysterical.

"Bones, shhh! It's ok. I love you too. You don't know how wonderful it is to hear you say it back. I'm shocked! I've loved you from the same moment you loved me. I tried so hard to deny it,but I couldn't. I will admit, that when you refused me, I was angry. But now... this makes up for it. I love you, Temperance Brennan. I love you." He kissed me to accent his words. I kissed him back and with more passion than ever. He resumed inching up my shirt until it was off. I had worn my bra to bed so that was still covering my chest. I ripped off his shirt and ran my hands all over his chest and arms. I next removed his pants. I really wished he had on his 'cocky' belt buckle because I've wanted to remove it so badly. Nevertheless, I slid down his sweatpants. Booth was now standing in my kitchen in only his boxers. While I was admiring his physique, he had removed my short pajama bottoms. We were now only in our undergarments. I couldn't believe this was happening. I knew I wanted this and I knew it was meant to be. Booth picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

"Booth! Your back!" I was worried for his safety and the fact that if he injured himself, we were not going to finish what we were starting.

"I'm fine!" He growled as he laid me on the bed. He went to remove my bra as soon as he was on top of me, but I heard one of our phones ringing. It sounded most like Booth's.

"Booth-"

"Leave it." I could tell he was really ready to do this.

"It could be a case!" I wasn't trying to procrastinate, I was just trying to keep our jobs.

"It can wait." We were both completely naked now and it was heaven. I was enjoying this way too much. Then there was a knock on the door.

"DAMN IT!" Booth was pissed. I quickly got up from underneath him and threw on a robe. Booth ran to the kitchen and threw on his sweatpants. He sat back down at the kitchen table while I answered the door. It was Angela, Hodgins, and Caroline.

"Um, hey. What are you three doing here?" I was shocked to see them.

"Well, neither you nor Studly were picking up your phones so we decided to stage an intervention." Angela was eyeing my mussed hair and flushed cheeks. I was overly aware of the fact that I was naked under my robe.

"Is Booth here?" Hodgins had obviously noticed the same indicators as Angela. I knew that they both knew that he was here and that they obviously interrupted something. I glanced over my shoulder to see if it was ok for me to say that Booth was here. He shrugged. They would find out eventually.

"Yes, he's in the kitchen. Would you like coffee?"

"How 'bout you let us in, Chary." I blushed and ushered them into the kitchen. Booth simply waved and raised his coffee cup in greeting.

"Why are you here exactly?" I was curious. They had interrupted what was going to be an excellent day.

"In case you forgot, you two were do in court an hour ago. I was left to say that you had fallen ill. If either of you care, we won." Caroline had a peeved look on her face, but under the facade she was happy that they were together.

"Oh, shit!" Booth was pissed.

"It's OK, Booth." I shot him a look not to say anything about our encounter. "Is that why you're here? It seemed that only one of you could have delivered that message."

"WE WANTED TO SEE IF YOU HAD FINALLY COME TO YOUR SENSES!" Hodgins had blurted out.

"If you wanted to know, you could have asked on Monday." I was unfazed.

"I HAD TO SEE FOR MYSELF!" Angela blurted as well.

"I'm just the driver." Caroline grabbed my coffee cup and then dumped it out when it didn't taste good to her.

"Well, we have, so could you all leave so we can get on with our morning?" Booth had been silent until then. We all looked at him and I smiled. He smiled right back at me. It felt good to be with Booth.

"Let's leave." Angela ushered them out and then looked back at us and winked. This was going to be a hell of a gossip story for her to tell Cam.

Soooooooooo how'd I do? More?