The side of her face is smashed against her pillow. Her left arm dangles over the side of the bed. Her right arm is wrapped around her pillow. She wakes up but doesn't open her eyes. She just lays in bed for a few moments. She shivers upon feeling the cool current of her ceiling fan on the upper part of her back. Her bare back. Great. What happened last night? Why does she feel that her bed is empty with just her in it. Her partner. Her partner! Her lover. Was that what he was now? Where was he? She opens her eyes and turns over. She looks at the empty half of the bed next to her. There is a piece of white paper folded on the pillow next to her. It has her name scrawled across the front of it. She lifts it off the pillow and opens it. She reads it to quietly to herself,
Good morning beautiful. I'll be right back went to get breakfast.
Love,
Seeley
She folds the note back in half. She re-reads the name on the front. Sure enough it's her name, Temperance, scrawled across the front. Wait... did he sign it Love Seeley? Great. This was a stupid move just like she had thought the night before. She was screwed. This was...stupid.
She's jolted into reality upon hearing the door of her apartment close. She looks over the side of the bed. She doesn't see one item of clothing that belongs to her. She finds his blue dress shirt. She slips it on and carefully buttons it.
"Temperance," a voice from the kitchen calls out.
She quietly gets out of bed. There are her clothes. At the end of the bed to the door. She rolls her eyes and wanders out of her room.
He's emptying the contents of a brown paper bag as she enters the kitchen.
"Hungry?" he questions.
"That's rhetorical right?"
He nods with a huge grin on his face.
"What?" she asks.
"Nothing you...,"
"I what?"
"Look better in that shirt than I do,"
She rolls her eyes and asks, "Is there coffee?"
"Of course," he nods.
They eat their breakfast in silence. She finishes first as he takes the last few sips of his coffee.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"Eight," he answers.
"We have to be at work in an hour," she says as she scrambles to get up.
"Wait," he tells her.
She spins around, "What?"
"Sit down," he tells her.
She complies.
"What are we doing?" he asks.
"Going to work," she answers.
"No. That isn't what I mean. What are we doing here?"
"I don't know..."
"You don't know?"
"No, not really. You're my partner. I..."
"I just put my career in jeopardy and you don't know what we're doing?"
"Don't get mad I just..."
"You what?"
"Nothing," she shakes her head.
"If this is just sex to you I understand, but..." he says as she begins walking away.
"Seeley is it ever just sex with you?" she questions as she turns around.
"You tell me,"
"I don't think there is such a thing with you,"
"Is that bad?"
"No... I just...,"
"What you just what?"
"You don't know how long I've wanted this,"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You're my partner,"
"So?"
"The line Seeley. That damn line... that's why I didn't tell you. You drew that line and I respected it even though I didn't want to,"
"I didn't draw that line for you,"
"What? If you didn't draw it for me then who did you draw it for?"
"Me,"
"What? That doesn't make any sense,"
"I didn't want to cross that line... I didn't want to hurt you by..."
"Why do you think that you would hurt me?"
"I've seen you get hurt a lot, and I just didn't want to be the one to do it,"
"You could never hurt me...,"
"Why did you hesitate?"
"Unless you fake your death again and don't tell me,"
"I won't," he promises as he stops only a step and a half away from her.
"So what now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do we go on a date or something?" she asks.
"Do you want to go on a date?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"What do you want?"
"I....I'm not good at this,"
"Good at what?"
"Relationships. I don't like to talk about relationships,"
"Why don't you let someone else be in control once. Let the walls around your heart fall,"
"I don't know how,"
"Just trust me," he tells her.
"Ok," she nods. She turns to make her way to the bathroom.
"Wait,"
"What?" she spins around yet again.
He steps into her personal bubble. Their lips collide. Fireworks go off, bells ring, the world sighs in relief.
She pulls away, but not to regain her breath.
"We're going to be late for work," she tells him.
"So?"
"People will talk,"
"Let them talk,"
"But..."
"If we're going to be late we should give them something to talk about," he suggests.
"I'm going to go take a shower," she tells him as she walks away.
As she steps into the shower she hears the bathroom door open and close.
"What are you doing?"
"We should conserve water,"
"How?"
"Shower together conserving water saves the environment," he answers.
"You make a very persuasive argument," she tells him.
At 9:33 Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth enter the Jeffersonian. The quietly make their way to her office. They get stopped before they have the chance to get there. They hear an irritated voice calling after them.
"Where have you two been you were supposed to be here half an hour ago. We have things to do, murders to solve, criminals to put in jail," Cam lectures.
"We were stuck in traffic," Seeley tells her which was true, they were stuck in traffic for three or four minutes, until he turned his siren on.
"Oh. Please get to work," she demands.
"Uh huh," they agree as they continue for Temperance's office.
She tosses her bag on her chair and throws on her lab coat. He follows her onto the platform.
"Well, well, well, look who the cat dragged in," Angela says in an accusatorial manner.
"Do you have anything for me?" Temperance asks.
"No, I need you to put the tissue marker on first,"
"Right," Temperance nods.