A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt writing fanfiction, so I hope you like it! This is just a little snippet based on "The Bones That Weren't." Please Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of the characters.

Knock, knock. Brennan sighed, getting up. Three hours and she was no further on her book than when she arrived home from the hospital. She glanced at her watch and wondered who could possibly be knocking this late. She unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door.

Booth looked exhausted, both emotionally and physically, but when he caught sight of Brennan, his face broke into a huge grin. "Hey Bones!" he greeted.

"Hello Booth. Why are you coming over so late? You should be at the hospital, with Hannah."

"Hannah's sleeping. I wanted to come talk to you."

Talk to me? About what exactly, she mused. "You may come in. Would you like a drink?"

"Nah, thanks Bones. I can't stay too long."

He registered the slight flash of hurt in her eyes before she nodded, "Of course." She gestured for him to sit down. "So, of what did you speak?"

"I just really wanted to say thanks, again." His warm eyes locked with hers. "I mean, I don't think I could ever repay you for what you did."

She's glad to have done something for him, for once. He always seems to be the one making sacrifices for her. "It's fine Booth. I'm pleased that I could be of assistance."

"I mean it Bones. I don't know what I would have done if I lost her."

Brennan desperately tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "Yes," she managed to get out, "I know how much she means to you."

He looked into her eyes for a moment and then stepped closer, so that their faces were nearly touching. He tilted her chin up with his index finger and whispered, his hot breath on her, "Hannah means a lot to me, but no one, I repeat no one, could ever mean as much to me as you do."

Brennan felt her legs slowly turning to mush. "I" she choked out. She tried clearing her throat, "I –." But nothing else was coming out. What was it about this man that managed to render her so unbelievably speechless? He had seemingly disabled any ability for her to form coherent thoughts.

And then, he pulled her into the biggest bone-crushing hug she had ever experienced. Brennan, unable to handle it anymore, simply broke down. Tears were streaming down her face, staining his shirt. "Shh, baby, it's okay," he murmured.

"I thought… I couldn't… didn't want to lose… lost you anyway," she breathed against him. She pulled back enough to look at him. "Booth, I think I'm… in love… with you."

And then his lips were on hers, and they were consuming each other's passion and despair and love. It was better the kiss outside the Hoover, better than under the mistletoe, better even than that in the rain, because this time it was real. And this time neither one of them was planning on ever letting go.

His tongue found its way into her mouth as their bodies fell back onto the couch.

So, what do you think? Should I write more?