The Missing Scenes in Their Story

Ok, so I have this idea… I wish I had started it way back when but anyway, I'll do it before this next season starts. Suppose something happened in The Woman in the Sand in season 2 that changed the course of Bones in the future. Well that's what I'm proposing. And I will go through each of the episodes after that one, and add in a new scene that pertains to the "incident". So here's the first chapter…

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She sat on her sofa. Not in a relaxed manor however, like she would have normally done. Instead Temperance Brennan was sitting forward, her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped tightly in one another. She was waiting.

They'd returned from Las Vegas earlier that day. It had been one yell of a vacation. Wait, she thought, scolding herself for letting that slip. We had worked on a case. We were there for professional reasons. Oh, but how unprofessional we'd been.

She was waiting. Waiting for him. Where is he? Her mind reeled with the facts of the past three days. Not facts of the case, but of what had gone on between them. The night before they left, after the case had been solved they had decided to celebrate. However, Booth being as beaten up as he was, Brennan refused to let him wander around the "City of Sin" as he'd called it.

Then go get us some drinks. He had told her. Or order room service. When she picked up the phone he added, you know that room service is for people who are too 'busy' to get their food themselves, he had said with a wink.

Temperance had sighed and called in anyway, I don't want you here by yourself, was her only explanation. She ordered them a small dinner, wine, and a few other miscellaneous alcoholic beverages upon Booth's request.

After it had arrived and they'd settled, Booth held his glass high, Here's to us.

To us. She repeated barely above a whisper.

Their celebration lasted longer than it should have, as Temperance recalled as she sat on her sofa now. She'd woken to a cell phone blaring an annoying and incessant noise, sounding very much like the "Mexican Hat Dance". She had reached over to grab the phone, pulling it very close to her face. Noticing that it wasn't her phone, but Booths, Temperance set it down slowly as she turned her head. Beside her lay her partner. Lifting up the sheet slowly, Temperance confirmed her fear. Yup, we're both naked. As she sat up quickly the room around her spun wildly. She groaned as she pushed her mussed hair away from her sensitive eyes. She climbed out of bed pulling all of the blankets with her, wrapping them tightly around her body, leaving a naked Booth ass up in bed. Moving to her bag she pulled something out of it before moving to Booth's side of the bed. Sliding the plastic glove onto her hand, Temperance hesitated before smacking Booth's backside.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before his eyes slowly made their away open. When he saw he standing before him, wrapped in blankets with a confused expression on her face, he had thought it was a dream. It took him a few seconds to realize; for one he was naked and two it was most definitely not a dream. Booth jolted into an upright position, grabbing the pillow behind his head and placing it onto his lap.

Bones? He had asked, begging for an explanation.

She shrugged in a meaningless fashion. Do you think we… She alluded.

Booth lifted the pillow slightly, looking down at himself. Well, I'm pretty sure I did, I don't know about you.

Temperance blew air out her mouth quickly, making her bangs fly up without caution. I was afraid of that. I think I did also.

Booth looked at her, one eyebrow raised slightly as he pointed back and forth between them. Do you think we…

Booth, don't be an idiot. Of course we did. She sighed storming to the other side of the room and back. I woke up naked in your bed and… She paused, noticing the shine of metal on her finger. Oh your God, Booth, did we do this too? She asked holding her hand up for him to see.

Shit. He said under his breath, he sighed. It was bad enough getting my mom to stop praying for my soul when I had Parker out of wedlock. And now I've gone and got myself, IN wedlock just in the wrong sort of way.

We can't tell your mother, I've never even met the woman! Temperance shouted. Hell, we can't tell anyone. Especially not Angela! She finished, pointing a finger at him for effect. She pacing had quickened.

Her motions, making him seasick, had to stop. Bones, he said standing up, the pillow falling to the floor as he halted her movements with his hands on her shoulders. You're killing me with your pacing. Now don't worry about it ok?

She tried to keep her eyes locked at him, but the second she looked down she'd regretted it. Booth. She said, looking over toward the bed.

Yeah, I know. He stated, reaching over and grabbing the pillow as a blush crept up his cheeks.

No, Booth. She hurried toward the bathroom. We have to be on our plane in an hour and a half.

Shit.

She couldn't sit and wait anymore, she had to do something. Standing, Temperance began to pace the length of her apartment. They'd talked very little on the plane ride back to DC. He had said something about an annulment and she had continued to read. An annulment? For some reason she didn't like that word.

She stopped suddenly as she heard the sound of something at her door. Not a knock, just movement. Jogging softly to the door, Temperance looked through the peephole. On the other side of her door was her partner, pacing the four feet in front of her door repeatedly. Reaching into her pocket to grab her phone, Temperance speed dialed number one. Upon hearing the ringing on the other side of the door and him answer as he always did by saying his name into the speaker, Temperance sat down on her sofa. "Will you please stop pacing and get in here." She said, flipping her phone shut.

Another two seconds later, Booth entered her apartment. Without a word he moved to the living room and sat on a chair facing her. They were silent for several minutes.

"So." He said, attempting his chair smile, which was shot down as she spoke.

"So what, Booth?" Her voice was tinged with anger and perhaps a little hurt. She stood and marched toward the kitchen.

Booth followed slowly after her. "Do you want to get this annulled?" He asked, his voice soft but probing.

"Of course I do." She said angrily, her voice rising slightly. "I don't want to be married right now. Least of all to you." Her last sentence was filled with venom; she avoided the sad look that fell to his face.

"Ok." He said. "I'll work everything out and track down the papers we need."

She nodded. "You understand where I'm coming from though, right? We're professional partners and friends. Just friends. Why put ourselves through something we weren't meant to do together?"

Booth shrugged, he looked at her as she stared intently at her feet. With a sigh, Booth turned away and headed toward the door, he stopped as he reached for the handle. "Would being married to be really be all that bad?" He asked in a low voice. When she didn't respond, he pulled open the door and left a gaping whole in her apartment.

Temperance stood there alone, thinking for another five minutes, contemplating the meaning of his question. A question that she would be contemplating late into that night.

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Will they stay married or not?? You will soon find out.

I hope you liked it and found it intriguing. I'll be doing every episode so of course you know that the next one is "Aliens in a Spaceship". I'm trying to navigate this idea through each episode so pardon me if it takes me a while to post.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.