This is my first try at a Bones FanFiction

This is intended to be a two-shot or maybe it will be longer.

Im mourning the end of the show, although it was perfect.

English is not my first language and I do not have someone to proofread these. So bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones nor any characters from that awesome universe, just love having fun with them

BRENNAN

After a long day on the field, Brennan was ready to go home. They were working on a case that required a small road trip and she was ready to open a bottle of wine and maybe work on her novel for a few hours. This is how she relaxed after a day full of murder, writing about solving a murder. She found this "hobby" of hers satisfying; to be able to control the crimes and their solutions, to be able to know who did it from the start, what to look for on a set of remains, the exact particulates that were to be found on a body and where they came from. She specially loved the fact that, in her books, she was able to relate to the other characters almost in a human level. Social interactions did not come easy to Temperance Brennan, but when it came to Kathy she could figure it out, she could create dialogue were Kathy had easy conversations with people, like equals. Sometimes she felt that the constant effort she had to put into this interactions in real life were more exhausting than dealing with death all day. She also felt that maybe, if she was a little bit like Angela, she would make her friends' lives easier.

Booth was driving her home, like usual, and she was not in the mood for small talk, like usual. She always found herself getting into her partner's nerves with her lack of political correctness. Goading Booth was fun, but tonight she was just too exhausted to even try. "Cat got your tongue there, Bones?" Booth asked, throwing her an easy smile before turning his eyes back to the road.

"I don't know what that means. I do not have a cat nor do I desire to have one, Booth. And I certainly wouldn't let one get near my tongue" Booth looked at her almost expecting that answer, but still looking affectionate towards her "It means that you are quiet tonight, Bones, that's all". Brennan remained quiet, pondering how she should answer this. "Oh" was all she said. Booth waited a few minutes, but she could feel he was not happy with her response. "You are not as cold as everyone thinks, Bones.. I know that" Booth added, almost reading her mind "you don't have to try so hard to please everyone all the time, I know you know this, but I also can tell when that big beautiful brain is torturing you, double edged sword that thing of yours.."

Booth already explained the meaning of that last saying he used on a prior ride home. To think about her brain as a sword or a weapon of sorts was empowering, but to find that the weapon was able to hurt her as much as helping others, was painful. All of this was put on pause after her partner's use of the word "beautiful" to refer to her most important feature; that was definitely cause of pride to her. This man was not only her partner, but someone who accepted her for what she was. Yes, he was always trying to help her be more "human" and she appreciated that, but all in all, she knew he understood her logic and calculating ways as more than her being cold. He understood her nature and she was thankful for that, why was so hard for her to express all this feelings to him?

"I hurt Angela's feelings today, I think" Brennan said almost ashamed of herself. She knows her partner esteems her best friend almost as much as she does, and Angela and Booth understand each other on a level that maybe she never would. "I… find it difficult to mold myself into the normal social standards" she looked at him and he was waiting for her to go on, of course, her lack of social skills was not news for him. "I don't know how to show her I empathize with her, even though I do. I don't know how to lie to her to spare her feelings. I don't know how to be a good friend."

"Temperance" her partner said. People rarely used her first name, and she rarely liked it to be used, but when it came to Booth… well, she liked to think it was reserved solely for his use. "Angela knows you ok? She loves you for what you are. Stop that. If you hurt her with what you did, then you can probably make it better in the morning. Now stop thinking about this, and let's just enjoy our ride, ok?" Brennan was not entirely sure he was right, but she relented. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she spoke again. "Booth, I know I don't say it enough but…" "Anytime, Bones.. Anytime" he smiled at her.

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Booth promised he would be there early that morning to pick her up. She was ready when her phone rang announcing his arrival. She grab her things and went downstairs.

Entering his car, she smiled at him "Good morning, Bones. I see you feel better today". She got comfortable, sipping on the coffee he brought her "You were right, Booth. I called Angela yesterday and we are ok now" she said as she placed the cup on the holder "I was honest, and told her I was sorry about my lack of skills at chee chat" booth smiled at her "CHIT chat, Bones.. not chee" he corrected.

She ignored this.

BOOTH

She did not correct him when he called her "Bones" anymore. He calls that progress. What started as a way to irritate her, became a pet name.

After 5 years of riding with his partner, he was starting to believe his car was getting smaller. He knows that is not possible. His partner would say that the idea of his car shrinking was physically impossible or something like that, but that's what it felt like, and he was never wrong when it came to his "feelings". Bones always made their surroundings a bit different, a bit uninteresting. He loved having this moments when was only the two of them, he had this rare glimpses into a more relaxed version of Temperance Brennan. His favorite version of Temperance Brennan. Lately though, it was becoming more and more difficult to control himself around her. Hence the size of the car being a problem.

He was sure he was in love with her, with every unnerving, crazy, smart, intolerant side of her. Her scientific explanations for every single thing he threw her way went from annoying to soothing. He could always count on her to calm him with her facts and tribes mambo jambos, even if he did not understand them sometimes. And he found the way she argued everything he said almost as she was trying to pick a fight with him, for the fun of it. He secretly enjoyed those discussions too much. He also enjoyed the thought of her enjoying them as much as he did.

"I have a date tonight"she said all innocent like. She liked sharing this days. He came to believe that sharing is NOT caring, always. Just like that she killed all the nice thoughts he was having about her. "A date huh? What's this guy's name?" he asked trying to mask whatever it was he was feeling at the moment. "A friend of Angela's, that's why we had that disagreement. She told me I need to spend some time with someone that is alive. And maybe she is right. I go from the lab to my apartment and back again." he stared at her "Well… I'm alive and I spend time with you" he said feeling a bit offended. "Someone who wants to have sex with me, Booth. Not my partner" Well, who could argue with her logic, he thought. Someone who wants to have sex with her, not her partner. "I…. we're here bones, chop chop, we need to solve a murder" he said, making a movement with his hand signaling for her to get out of the car. She did not find this behavior weird, so she just followed him towards the lab.

When they got there, Angela was about to go up the platform "Good morning, sweetie" she said, giving Brennan a hug. "Morning, Booth" she smiled a little bit too much at his expression. "Hi, Angela" he said trying not to sound annoyed. Booth would never get used to see a set of remains on a table like that, the platform was definitely a safe place for him to be next to Brennan. "So, I called Jake yesterday, as you asked, and told him I was willing to have dinner tonight. He's picking me up at 8" Brennan announced while examining the set of remains for their current case. "Great Brennan, I'm glad you decided to follow my advice. Alive time, that's what you need. Maybe it could even be sexy times" Angela said this staring directly at Booth, even muttering the last sentence for effect "Angela, you know how Booth gets with the mention of sex. Let's talk about this later." Brennan finally looked up, oblivious to her partner and best friends staring contest. "Yeah Angela, lets discuss the case yeah? So what do you have so far?"

ANGELA

Sexual tension during a murder investigation, just like on a TV Show. But no, this was too good to be scripted and it was happening right in front of her. It's been happening for the last 5 years and she was used to it. Only that lately, something changed.

She was witness to the several smiles, looks, "guy hugs", flirting… and the foreplay. All that fighting they did, definitely their foreplay. Angela was ready to take it to the next level, even if they were not aware of it yet.

Hopefully Booth will break soon enough.

BOOTH

"Booth?" Brennan called his name. He was taking her home so she could get ready for her date with Jack, Jake, whatever. "A cat ate your tongue?" he smiled "GOT your tongue, Bones. And no. I'm not really a cat person" she joked, she did not catch that. "I asked because you are being quiet"

Booth realized they were at her apartment already. He did not talk to her on the entire ride, that was weird.

"I'm just tired, Bones" he said. He was tired of all this pent up frustration he got from being around her. "and hungry, and thirsty…" They were parked in front of her apartment, she reach out towards his keys and turned the car off. "Come upstairs while I get ready, drink some water and then go home". Booth looked at her, he knew he should just go home and let her get ready for her date, but he didn't want to go back home yet. "Thanks Bones" he smiled at her and follow his partner inside.

When they arrived to her door, she started looking for her keys. She always carried around all her keys together. It could not be possible she was not finding them. "Booth, I can't find my keys" she said after several attempts to look for them in her purse. He had seen her breaking down doors before, so Booth took a credit card from his wallet. "This time we are doing this my way". They were almost touching and every time he spoke he could see her staring at his lips. This was driving him crazy. He was not trying to open anything, he was too focused on her eyes on his mouth. "Booth" she called his attention "the door…?" "yeah, yeah right.." he responded and after a few tries, they were in.

She gave him a glass of water and told him to make himself at home. "Don't leave yet, let's go together" and at this point he wanted to see her all dress up, even if it wasn't for him. "Ok" he said and she presented him with a remote. "You got a TV?" he asked while she directed herself to her bedroom "Yeah, Booth. You've been telling me for years I need to watch more TV. I find the History Channel and Discovery Channel fascinating even if sometimes they talk about aliens a little bit too much. There are some interesting documentaries on this channel MTV? I don't know why it is called like a Music Channel, it rarely shows any music..." she continued talking from her bedroom, with the door closed. He was not listening anymore. He was focusing hard on naming all the different disciples he could remember to not imagine his partner undress on the next room. "Yeah yeah, documentaries, music channel" he said knowing he was not making sense while whispering "Peter, Andrew, Judas, John, Philip…"

BRENNAN

When she came out, Brennan could see she made the right choice. She was wearing the dress he picked for her all those years ago, in Vegas. The dress fit perfectly. "Like a glove" her partner would say, even though she did not understand what it meant. Phalanges were not sexy, specially while wearing gloves. "Do I look OK?" she asked adjusting her dress just a bit. "You look.. Bones.. yes… you look ok" she smiled at that. She walked towards him, grab his empty glass and was taking it to the kitchen when he softly grabbed her arm and stopped her.

BOOTH

The tag from the dress was sticking out and he decided it was definitely his duty as a partner to help her, it had nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to touch her so badly. Without saying a word, he extended his arm enough to take the tag and put it inside the dress. When he touched her neck, he could feel goosebumps trailing his finger. If they weren't so silent, he was sure he wouldn't be able to listen to her heartbeats and her breath getting caught on her throat.

Brennan was stunning, and right there, reacting to the smallest of touches like that, she was perfect. She turned to him, her eyes were looking for something and apparently she found what she was looking for, because while holding his eyes she closed the space between them.

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