He stood in the hallway and watched her in the bones room. She was closely examining the bones of a skeleton and had just place a rib down on the table. He liked the way she focused on her work. He liked the way she stood, with one ankle behind the other, her weight shifted to one leg. Her touch was always soft and gentle and her gaze, unbroken. Sometimes she listened to music while she worked, she once said that is calmed her down. She was the most rational person he knew. Always careful about what she said and did. Always careful to plan her actions and think about the consequences of those actions. Her life had been difficult and he knew that bones were the only things that calmed her. Well, that and his strong arms around her or their daughter's cheeky laugh. He smiled, he couldn't help it. She was such a strong person. Her ability to love and care for others would always be astonishing to him. She had come such a long way from the time he had first met her. He never had any doubt that she could love. It never crossed his mind. He knew her, he really knew her. He felt it from the moment he first kissed her outside that dingy little bar. He knew she could love and he had only known her a few days. Now, they shared a child together. Their life was together, everything revolved around them. They were the centre. When they decided to give in to their temptation, they were both worried that the centre might break. The night they loved each other until nothing hurt anymore was the moment that they knew the line had been crossed and that it was for the best. Two lives had collied that night, they broke the law of physics. He looked at her now, her curves visible under her lab coat and he sighed. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. She was blissfully unaware that he was watching her. He did this often. it was almost his guilty pleasure. Just watching the way she examined the bones, taking mental notes. She was brilliant, she didn't need a pen and paper to remember anything. Her brain amazed him. The way she rationalized things, the way every thought had a process and she never says anything she didn't mean to. He loved her and standing there watching her, he thought back to all the other times he watched her without her knowledge. Breast feeding Christine, playing with Parker when he came to stay, writing her new novel at 2am because she couldn't sleep.

He had enough watching and he needed her. She had turned her back to the door and he quietly walked in. With no words he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him. She bent her head back and it landed on hard chest. He kissed her neck and palmed her hips. Inhaling her scent, he dropped a kiss to her shoulder. She turned around in his arms and captured his lips with hers. The kiss was sweet and soft, almost like they were trying to find each other again. It always felt like that when they kissed. Like the first time. It would always start out slow and soft and then they would battle. They broke apart and leaned their foreheads together. Looking into each other's eyes, they smiled. Nothing could change the way they looked at each other. Always with love. Always the same words were spoken without being verbalized; "I love you."

AN: This is part I. Part II is on my page and is from Brennan's POV.