This was suggested by kaloblack, and she also helped getting the ball rolling:); the song's title is 'Suelta mi mano' (let go of my hand) by Sin Bandera. Short multi chap; let me know if there's interest.

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

Brennan opened the door to her not so gracious hotel room and stepped inside. She had been on a book tour for the past month and has really missed her partner. She has one last book signing in the morning before catching a plane back to DC. Brennan took a shower and climbed into bed.

She was trying to fall asleep, although she was tired and excited that in a few more hours she'd be back in DC. She had really missed Booth; even if she didn't want to accept it. The person on the other room turned up the radio; Brennan sighed. No sleeping tonight. She thought.

A song had been set to repeat and after the second time, Brennan knew the words. As she heard the song over and over again, she remembered that night when Booth said he was her guy. She had said no; how foolish. Every time the song replayed caused Brennan to realize how wrong she had been. That song reminder her of Booth and how he had felt that night. She knew she had hurt him.

No, no es necesario que lo entienda

No, it's not necessary that I understand
porque nunca le ha servido la razón al corazón,

reason has never been useful to the heart,
el corazón no piensa.

The heart doesn't think.
No mi vida para qué te esfuerzas,

No my life for what are you trying,
no me tienes que explicar, siempre amaré tu libertad

You don't have to explain, I'll always love your freedom
por mucho que eso duela.

As much as that hurts.
Y si entiendo que quieres hablar

And yes I know you want to talk
que aveces necesitas saber de mi

That sometimes you need to know about me
pero no sé si quiera saber de ti, ´

But I don't know if I want to know about you
vivir así, seguir así... pensando en ti...

Live like this, continue like this…thinking about you…

Suelta mi mano ya por favor,

let go of my had please
entiende que me tengo que ir,

understand that I have to go
si ya no sientes más este amor,

if you don't feel this love anymore
no tengo nada más que decir.

I don't have anything else to say
No digas nada ya por favor,

Don't say anything else please
te entiendo pero entiendeme a mi

I understand you but understand me
cada palabra aumenta el dolor

Every word increases the pain
y una lágrima quiere salir.

And a tear wants to fall

Y por favor no me detengas

And please don't stop me
siempre encuentro la manera de seguir y de vivir

i always find the way to continue and live
aunque ahora no la tenga.

Although I don't have it now
Y no mi vida no vale la pena,

And no my life it's not worth it
para qué quieres llamar

Why do you want to call
si el que era yo ya no va estar

If the one I was won't be hear anymore
esta es la última cena.

this is the last dinner

Brennan closed her eyes, but the tears still rolled down her cheeks. She knew she should have given them a chance, but she had been scared. Now she was more scared; scared of never being with that Booth. Her Booth; the one that has been her friend and partner for so long. The one who knows who she is and is still there; the one who didn't leave.

Her flight had been held back and instead of arriving during the day, Brennan returned to DC late at night. She had left her car at the airport when she flew out of DC and didn't have to wait for a cab. Brennan found she had driven to his place instead of hers. She debated if she should go up; it was past midnight.

Booth rose from his bed and padded barefoot to open his front door in nothing but his boxer briefs. "Bones?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes to look at her better.

"I'm sorry. I just got back and wanted to stop by and say 'hello', but maybe I should come back in a better time." She said, noting he was only in underwear. What if she was interrupting Booth…and his girlfriend? It hurt Brennan to accept that thought.

"No, come on in." She stepped inside his apartment and he closed his front door. "You want something to drink?" He asked as he went to his kitchen to grab some water for himself.

"No, I'm fine." She felt awkward as she sat on his couch.

"How was your book tour?" He asked from the kitchen.

"It was good. A bit long; I really missed being here and working with you." Brennan felt like a coward for not saying that she had missed him.

"Aww, we all missed working with you too." Booth said, returning from the kitchen. He felt like a coward for not saying he had missed her. Finally noticing he was just in boxer briefs he grabbed a tee that was lying on the back of the couch and put it on. Brennan tried to keep her eyes off of his body as he put the shirt on. A loud cough was heard and Brennan slowly turned her head. She was too late; he had moved on.

Please review and let me know if there's interest. The story is not as emotional/sad as this first chap was. Some humor and smut to come; well if there's interest in the continuation of the story:)