A/N: Here is the sequel to Fiat Justitia Ruat Coelum, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously I have no assets, least of all Booth and Brennan! They belong to Fox and Hart Hansen unfortunately!
Rarely Pure and Never Simple
'The truth is rarely pure and never simple.'
-Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, Act. 1
"Come on." He said, tugging on her arm.
"Booth, I have to catalogue these remains and then I have to…" she started.
"Later Bones." He interrupted.
She sighed and wordlessly let him lead her out of the lab.
When they were outside, he steered her in the direction of the gardens. She smiled when she felt his hand slip into hers. He'd been doing that lately, a simple gesture that warmed her from head to toe. It felt so long ago when she admitted her feelings, when in reality it was a little over a month ago. He hadn't acted on them at all, he had completely understood when she said they couldn't get involved. He told her they would take it slow and figure it all out. She couldn't believe he had so much patience, that he was willing to wait for her for so long.
There was still the supposed threat on her life, even though it hadn't been acted on. He was there for her all the time, driving her to work, making sure she got home at night. Taking her out to dinner, checking the security of her apartment. The old her would have found it extremely annoying, the new her only slightly. But she knew that he was doing it because he cared. This was his way of showing it.
Booth reminded her of her father in this way. Always protecting her at any cost to himself.
Her expression darkened as she thought about what had happened in the last few months. Her father had been apprehended and then later killed. They had no lead for his murderer and the FBI weren't being very cooperative. Booth had taken over the investigation but was told by Cullen that the higher ups wanted to make sure it wasn't a priority. After all, the death of a criminal isn't that important compared to the other things happening.
She knew he was working the case as hard as he could. One day after he had driven her home, she realized that he had left her jacket in her apartment. She had decided to drive over to his place and return it to him, but discovered that he wasn't there. She drove over to the FBI building, and sure enough even though it was nearly midnight he was there. He was sound asleep when she walked into his office and she noticed the papers spread all over the desk. Moving closer, she realized it was her parent's file. He clutched in his hands of picture of her when she was young.
Since then, she had worked as fast as she could during their cases, thinking that the time saved would let him get more sleep. If he noticed a change, he didn't say anything about it.
And there was Russ. She hadn't heard anything, she filed a missing persons report even though that didn't produce any results. She missed him, he was her brother despite all he had done and the thought of him out there, possibly dead made her sick.
"Stop it." He said, looking over at her.
"Stop what?" she asked.
"Thinking." He replied. "Just relax. It's a beautiful day."
She looked around at the various flowers in bloom. It was a beautiful day. She turned to Booth and smiled. "Okay." She replied.
He smiled back at her and they continued walking through the garden until they came to a bench beside a small waterfall.
"Let's sit." He said.
She nodded and followed him to the bench and sat down. They sat in silence, taking in the sights around them, hands still clasped together.
He turned and looked at her, watching her stare out into the gardens. He knew that he would do everything in his power to find out what happened to her father and to Russ. She deserved to know the truth; she had waited so long for it and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He wanted to make this better for her.
"What?" she said, turning to look at him.
As usual, he was stunned by her natural beauty. Her hair was blowing softly in the wind, and he longed to reach out and run his fingers through it, pull her close and never let her go. He thought back to when she had tried to kiss him, right after the first day of her father's interrogation. He had promised himself that when he kissed her it wouldn't be because of some highly charged emotional trauma, it would be on an average day.
Realizing that this was in fact an average day, he decided to do what he had been longing to do for two and a half years. He leaned over, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
