This is just a piece I wrote this afternoon while bored. I was listening to the song 'Darlin' by Between the Trees, and it reminded me about Booth and Bones, so I decided to take a shot at it. Hope you like it even though it's pretty short and choppy. I just felt like writing something raw.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, Batman, or Between the Trees. Oh snap..if I owned both David Boreanaz and Christian Bale? ...Is it hot in here to you?

This call is meant to be brief a

simple hello ending with goodbye

You picked up the phone, intending to call her with only one thing in mind: the case. A short message, a blunt notice, hopefully on her answering machine.

Then you say hello

now, I am melting

The second you hear her voice, something inside of you snaps, and you're falling apart once again. You surrender to her maddness and it's like nothing else exsists.

and now my goodbye

becomes a goodnight

You never meant for the conversation to escalate to anything particurally meaningful, but the intemacy envelopes your sentences and an innocent message becomes a thoughtful remark.

I don't mind if you don't mind

please say you do not mind if this call

goes on all night

Your sentences get longer and the subjects get deeper. Her words are like magic and you can't help but smile at every single breath she takes and every little thought she speaks.

cause I have more to say

my afternoon was O.K.

my evening was fine

but this night I want it to be the best night

of our lives

Everything you ever wanted is in that elongated conversation, and you lose yourself in the thought of you and her together. Every night you want to spend together floats through your mind, and its all you have ever needed.

These calls are getting longer

and these nights go on

and on and on forever

One phone call turns into a nightly ordeal and you're beginning to think this isn't just your partnership speaking, but you can't let that slip from your lips. Someday you could regret the sacrifice you could have made for a little bit more.

I do believe I'm getting better

knowing you

hopefully all of you

The level of your conversations is growing and growing, and you end up never talking about cases. You reserve that for the day and what-could-be for deep into the night. You hope and pray every night that this isn't a dream.

Sitting watching movies

we both know I do not watch a bit of it

Phone calls turn to semi-dates in your apartment and 'Batman Begins' has never been so unappealing to your boyish mind. You're sneaking glances at her shining face, wishing it was constantly peering back at you.

cause I am much too busy

leaving my hand close enough

so you'll hold it

The both of you know that your hand didn't accidently end up in hers. Nothing in the universe as ever been more on purpose than that single movement.

And I can not stop thinking about you

I can not stop wondering

if you're constantly

thinking about me

Your mind drifts off in the movie to a completly different place--Gotham City, maybe--and you're wondering if your heroic gestures have any affect on her. Maybe this really is a dream and you're Christian Bale and she's Katie Holmes, and it was never really meant to be.

Don't close your eyes dear I'm still staring

I won't lie dear I'm still breathing

even though your beauty is breath taking

She suddenly looks back at you, and you're having flashbacks from middle school History class when Mary Ann Yates caught you staring at her. You're shocked at the fact that you're still conscience even though she's giving you a look no woman, not ever Mary Ann Yates, has ever given to you. Your heart is no longer in your chest and maybe breathing isn't for everyone.

Sweet Darling

this is my confession to

the crimes of wanting you badly

Your words are suddenly not your own and you're suddenly telling her every little thing you've ever wanted to confess to her. Your eyes are closed with defeat and the slight of fear to look at her, for what if she's gone and you've made the biggest mistake of your life.

And Darlin' if you're wondering

here's your answer

yes I like you

Silence has overtaken the room, and you still can't open your eyes, but you don't need to. Her lips are on yours, and her actions are speaking louder than your words ever will.

I can't love you

You still ponder the thought of whether or not she heard your whispers in the dark of your living room of the one thing you will always feel for her.

I can't love you

'I love you, Bones.'