Author's Note: Ok. So this is my first Bones fanfic. Actually my first fanfic ever. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I make. English is not my first language, so there may be some misspelling or misuse of some words.

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Chapter 1 – In Dreams

She preferred to work late at night. Half of Washington D.C. was sound asleep. It was quieter, peaceful, and her mind didn't have any distractions to dwell with.

She took the files containing information of the remains the FBI had found that morning, trying hard to keep herself awake. However, it seemed lately that her body didn't have the same disposition of her mind. She was having trouble concentrating, her eyelids seeming to have a will of their own, asking her to call it a night and continue on the following day. Despite the fact that she had a pile of files to go through that night, she gave in to her body's plead for rest and fell asleep on her desk –the lights still on-, telling herself that she would wake up earlier the next day and make up for the time she lost.

5:30 am. Ok..not that bad, Brennan thought. She wasn't nearly as relaxed as she hoped she'd be, her body a little sore from the terrible position in which she had slept in. Figuring the temptation to crawl into bed would be too big for her to resist if she stayed home, she decided to arrive early at the Jeffersonian and finish her work at her office.

He woke up startled. He noticed his forehead was very sweaty. He was hyperventilating and his heart rate was faster than usual. Booth got up from his bed, walked straight to the bathroom, opened the sink and threw some water on his face. What just happened?, he thought.

It wasn't long before he remembered the nightmare he had just woken up from. They were on the top of a cliff. She was hanging from the edge, her fingernails scratching the hard ground, trying desperately to climb back up. He held on tight to her arms, pulling her up with all his strength. She started slipping, a terrified look on her face. He tried holding onto her as much as he could, but she kept sliding down and ,after a few moments, he lost his grip on her. For a second it seemed that everything around him had frozen. There were no sounds, no movements. It seemed as if the world had just stopped turning. But then he heard distant screams. His stomach contracted in fear. He could recognize her voice. He looked down, only to see her nearly reaching the ground. He shouted her name. She kept falling. He was going to lose her, and there was nothing he could do. He just stood there watching, powerless, praying for a miracle. Only he wasn't sure if he got his miracle or not, for an instant before the crash she simply vanished.

It meant nothing, he said to himself. It was just a dream. Despite his attempt to reassure himself, he couldn't shake off that weird feeling. Unwillingly, he kept replaying the nightmare in his mind. That terrible image of Brennan slipping away from his hands wouldn't leave him. Realizing he was too agitated to go back to sleep, he decided he'd leave earlier than usual and stop by the Jeffersonian on his way to work. Just to be sure, he thought.

Booth took a quick shower, not wanting to admit it was because he wanted to get to the Jeffersonian as quickly as possible. He knew it was irrational to worry like that. It was just a stupid, meaningless nightmare. He also knew that Brennan would laugh at him if he told her why he was there so early. She always refused to accept that dreams were anything more than pointless manifestations of the subconscious. But this time, he didn't care if she was going to laugh to his face. For some reason his nightmare was bothering him more than other bad dreams he'd had in the past. And he knew why. When it came to Brennan, his alert senses were always more sensitive. He liked to tell himself that it was because she was his partner, and therefore he needed to keep her safe. But he knew that during the long time they had been working together he had developed a strong attachment to her. And it wasn't just work-related. He had become dependant of their conversations, of her teasing him, of their incessant bickering. He enjoyed spending time with her more than he'd like to admit. So besides his natural protectiveness of his partner, there were other feelings involved. He was concerned about his friend. Well, probably not just a friend to him, but that's what they were, officially.

Not wanting to delay his visit any longer, he just had a cup of coffee and decided he'd get some breakfast after he made sure she was fine. So he grabbed his badge and his gun, almost forgetting his car keys while he headed out.

He drove slightly faster than usual. There was no traffic at that time of day, thank God, Booth thought, so he was able to get to the Jeffersonian in only a few minutes.

Crossing the long corridors of the Institute, he tensed up a little. What if she's not here yet? worried Booth. He shook his head at himself. This was Brennan. It was very likely that she was already bending over some remains as he headed to the lab. His confirmation came from the bright lights coming from her office. A small smirk crossed his face. That's my Bones.

He quickened his pace a little and got to her glass door, already open, a focused Brennan sitting on her desk reading some files. She didn't notice his arrival, so he knocked softly at the door.

Brennan's gaze turned from her papers to the door, wanting to find out who was her early-hour visitor. When she noticed it was him, she smiled.

"Booth? What are you doing here?"

Noticing the indelicacy, she added "Sorry" and laughed a little. "Good morning, Booth", she said, broadening her smile.

"Good morning, Bones" he replied, also smiling. The mere sight of her made his whole body relax.

"Why are you here so early?" she asked, curious.

"Couldn't sleep, so I figured I should go to work earlier today. Then I imagined you were probably already working and thought I'd stop by and see if you want to get some breakfast" he answered, omitting the part about his nightmare. She was alright. I don't have to tell her about the dream.

Looking at all the files spread across her desk she thought of turning down his offer, but she didn't want to say no to him, and she was also tired of analyzing that case for so long, so she said "Sure" and started to rise from her chair, before adding "Just not pie, though" a huge smile forming on her lips.

"That's fine by me", Booth said, grabbing her coat and helping her put it on. "No pie today".

So? What did you think? I hope you all enjoyed it. Please leave a review and let me know. I'll work on the next chapter and update as soon as possible. This is only the beginning and there are some important things that are going to happen in the future. So sorry if this first chapter didn't have much action!