Booth sat behind his desk, staring at paperwork. He was weary - both physically and emotionally. Even though she was safe now, that feeling of panic still hadn't cleared his system. He'd stayed at her place last night, on her couch, unwilling to leave her alone. He had lain there in the dark, still trying to process everything. He'd wanted to hold her; physically reassure himself she was really safe, make love to her. Wait, where had that thought come from? She was his partner, his closest friend, but couldn't ever be anything more, no matter what he longed for.
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a/n Big shout out to Mrs. Pollifax for helping!