A/n: Yeah not much time, but I will grace you with another one-shot to tie y'all over 'till Chapter 2 is finished (which may be tonight, if your lucky!)

I think I may start a little ritual with writing from Booth's POV/ Brennan POV. What can I say? It's so fun!

Dedicated to a special friend of mine: Franzi! Luv ya hunnie!

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"Lame isn't that bad"

I felt like kicking myself as soon as the phrase 'guy hug' came out of my mouth. It sounded so, well…lame. She would never fall for that, even if she really needed a hug. You know the great big type of hug you need at times when everything goes completely array and it makes everything seem so much better, even if it is just for a split-second when time seems to stop and you've forgotten what's happened…yeah, those types of times. She was never one to show her feelings and was slightly surprised when she leaned in to the embrace, not that I could say I wasn't happy. All my painful experiences of that night just slipped away, and I could only hope it had the same effect on her. I admit, that arresting Will Hastings proved harder then I thought or hoped. Just moments before, I saw how happy she looked with him. I rarely ever saw that smile and then to see it just fade away and turn to tears, was enough to make me wince. I hadn't intended it to be that way, but when does anything go according to plan?
She just stood there in my embrace and she seemed to be holding back her tears. I wish I could take all that pain and all that remorse away, but sadly I couldn't. It wasn't my place to, I had made that all to clear in the being partners, like guy friends, part. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I did have feeling for her that went deeper then words could say.Deeply inhaling her intoxicating scent of lavender mixed with something I just couldn't put my finger on and had to be simply unique to her alone, I traced small circles on her back with my thumbs, hoping she would understand I was sorry, that it would be okay. My fingers became slightly entangled in a few loose strand of her beautiful auburn hair. Smooth and silky, they quickly escaped my gentle grasp. I wish I could have frozen that moment, just being there with her made my heart flutter with joy. Stress and hectic had no longer a meaning and for once in a long while I felt at peace…
Maybe being lame wasn't all that bad after all. Or at least it had it's plus sides… sometimes…

kathi