This is my first FanFic, English is not my first language, but I sure tried. Please review... I would love to know if I should continue this story or not. I somehow know where this is going because I can do what ever I want with booth and Brennan although they belong to someone else :)

Have fun.

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"Booth" her eyes flared open at him in anger, to turn her head yet in a quick motion.

"Bones" wait; he held his hand to his back, unable to shift from a yet very uncomfortable position on the couch of his dimly lit living room.

"I can't booth" "I can't wait" "I am done with waiting" she almost whispered the next sentence "You don't understand"

Quickly she turned on her heals and walked out, throwing his medicine over her shoulder and under her breath, she muttered "get better".

If he hadn't known better, he would have believed that she was praying for someone.

Temperance Brennan, the world renowned anthropologist, the Doctor, which held her own, at every and any situation, was struggling now. She held the steering wheel of her car and banged her head to it; she jumped at the sound of the loud noise, the horn sounded as her head rested between her white grip.

She wanted to go back up, have the patience to convince him, hell to carry him out of his apartment and into the hospital. No he needed psychiatric attention, she did not believe in psychology, but sure her partner was sick in the brain.

He has been having severe back pain forever now, she watched his moves, all the time, he stopped standing behind her at crime scenes, he would bring his SUV as close as he can get, and with the door open he would always rest his back one the sun warm steel. She even noticed he would shift his weight every so often. She was the best selling author but definitely he would be the best selling creator of fiction in regard to the excuses he gave her for not standing at her head like he always did

"Bones, you hated when I stood so close, you said you want you personal space"

"Bones, I was listening to the radio in the car, I am waiting for information on a case that you are not involved in" he said. She felt neglected when he said that

"Bones, it is too hot and I do not want to go to Parker's PTA meeting sweating like a pig"

And the last excuse he has given her that day topped them all

"Bones, you are wearing a low cut shirt and I shouldn't be standing looking at you... that is so unprofessional"

She snapped her head, flushed from the sun, kissing her face, not able to see him as the rays hit her eyes so brightly, she squinted back to shards of bones she was trying to collect.

Now at her apartment, never felt that empty, she always was content with his closeness during the day, her memories of him, kept her warm at night, and fresh on a hot summer dry never ending evening like this one.

But today, she felt empty.

She turned straight to her bathroom, thrown her clothes on the floor – she never did that – not bothering to put them on the hamper, she stepped in her shower. She turned the cold water; she backed to the wall sighing as the summer warm tile touched her now very icy back. She closed her lids and imagined his closeness his body heat warming her up, soon to be shivering as the water ran down her spine from her now soaking auburn hair.

Not knowing where she was now, but believing that the drizzle from her shower covered up her teary eyes, she walked out of her bathroom dripping and with a thud hit her bed not bothering to dry.

This has become her routine now, her frustration, her tears, always came down in the shower. She never cried, but found that she could always do so and deny it when she was in her shower.

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Cornering a suspect, she held the offensive huge gun in her hand, shouted FBI stop. Turning back for just a second to try and locate where booth at, her heart pumped hard as she heard the click. She always hated when booth used his gun, she knew how much he dreaded to shoot anyone, she heard the gun fire now, as she inhaled and saw booth dragging himself holding his back, his jaw clenched from the pain. Now she understood she felt so cold her heart pumping her blood out of her body as she dropped to the ground, feeling the bullet hole in her chest.