Disclamer: I don't own anything here. Seriously. Pretty much everyone in this story belongs to someone else.

Booth struggled to untie his wrists without moving to much, pulling twisting, they were almost there

31b 62nd street, an old warehouse

Booth struggled to untie his wrists without moving too much, pulling twisting, they were almost there. The ropes were breaking, he just had to keep stalling. "Why though, Henry?" If only he could get to his gun, if only it wasn't pointing right at him.

"Why?" Sneered Henry Tower, the gun still pointing, unwavering at Booth's head. "I gave up everything for that bitch! My job, my son, my home! And she leaves me, she expects me to just let it go, move on."

"So you hit her over the head with your baseball bat. But then you felt remorse, buried her down by the lake. You just left her there to rot. Tried to get your life back on track"

"You don't understand." The man's voice cracked for the first time and the gun shook. "I loved her. I thought she loved me. I just- I just"

"Lost control?" Booth finished for him. "You don't want to do this. Put the gun down."

"I can't, it's too late."

Was that a footstep? "Put the gun down."

"Freeze! FBI!" A woman's voice yelled from the door. Someone was running towards them, a gun pointed straight at Tower. The murderer turned and now the gun pointed at the woman.

"Bones! No!" He struggled more to untie his wrists. Too late. The trigger had been pulled and the bullet was racing towards Temperance Brennan. He wanted to run to jump in its way and stop it from piercing her. But the bullet was already inches away from her and with a splatter of blood it pierced her.

She let out a little "Oh" and fell to the ground, scarlet seeping out of the wound in her stomach. It felt like his world had been ripped apart.

That was it. He hurt my Bones, now he will pay. "Nobody touches my Bones!"He wrenched at the bonds holding his wrists together and they snapped like string. He ran at the man who was shaking, realizing what he had done. Henry dropped the gun and ran. Seely snatched it up and aimed. He pulled the trigger and shot it with the precision of his sniper training. It left the barrel and dug itself into Tower's left leg. There was a scream of pain and the bastard fell to the ground.

Then came the cry. A piteous whimper, like a baby crying for its mother. Bones. She's still hurt He took out his cell phone and dialled 911. "Ambulance to 31b 62nd street. Hurry." He threw the cell away and ran to Temperance. Her eyes were closed.

"No" He whispered, panic spreading over him. "Bones, Come on, speak to me." She wasn't breathing, there wasn't a pulse. He applied pressure to the wound on her stomach, trying to staunch the bleeding. "Bones, don't leave me. Fight it, come on." He ripped her shirt open, exposing the bare flesh and pressed down on it. One, Two, Three, Four. No pulse. "Come on!" Again. One, Two, Three, Four. Still no pulse. "Don't die on me, please!" A tear rolled down his cheek. One last chance. He pinched her cheeks and forced her mouth open. He pressed his lips to hers and tried again.

And then she was kissing him, their mouths pressed together, and he kissed back, pressing her harder into the floor. It was a mind-blowing kiss that seemed to take everything else in the world away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed for what seemed like an age, only breaking apart to breath, until the medics came to take her away, putting her into the back of the ambulance.

"Wait!" he yelled as they made to shut the door. "I want to stay with her."

"Be my guest." The young medic, Karen, had seen how they had been kissing and was certainly not going to prevent him from holding her hand. She may have only been young, but she had never seen anyone more in love than those two.

Booth jumped into the van and smiled at Brennan. He just stood in the corner and watched, too scared to get close and stop her from getting proper medical attention. "Booth?" She whispered. "Hold my hand?" He shuffled forward, more awkward then he had been since high school, and holding onto her soft white hand. He had never seen her so defenceless, not even after being buried alive, or kidnapped.

"I'm here." He whispered and saw her smile.

Brennan's room at St Mark hospital

Brennan lay in the hospital bed, resting, though she was not tired. Booth sat in a chair beside her bed and just looked at her, and he decided that if he could only do one thing for the rest of eternity, it would be staring at her. But they had to talk.

"Bones," She turned to face him, "What happened back there, the kiss, it was-"

"Nothing" Finished Brennan.

"Yeah" No

"I was delirious, I had lost blood and was starved of oxygen, and you had just thought you had lost me. It meant nothing."

So those fireworks were my imagination? "I agree."

"Besides, we have a great friendship and I couldn't bare to lose that." I couldn't bear to lose you. "And the FBI will reassign me if we start going out."

Actually, my plans didn't really involve much going out. "You're right, but I should go and fill out a witness report now." Feeling a little dejected, he left the room. Why did he have to bring it up?

Screw the FBI! I want to screw her. He felt like kicking something. Boot obliged himself by kicking the defenceless wall, a few meters away from Brennan's room. He didn't really want to fill out witness reports. He just wanted to crawl into bed and wallow in self-pity. God, I'm beginning to sound like a girl.

Why? Why did I say those things? Did I mean it, or was I just being stupid. Brennan turned away from the door, Booth was out of sight now and there was no hope of calling him back, yelling at him that she did mean it, screw the FBI. I just can't lose him, like everyone else I've ever loved. Although how do I even know that he would reciprocate? What if I told him I wanted more, and he ran away, I would never see him again, just like every other man in my life?

"Sweetie?" Angela's head popped round the door.

"Hi Angela." She didn't need this right now.

She walked into the room, with a huge smile on her face. "A little birdie told me that you finally kissed Booth."

"Uh huh" Brennan nodded her head.

Angela screamed and hugged Brennan, who was shielding her ears from the racket. "Well?"

"Well what?" Angela looked at Brennan tiredly.

"How was it?"

"It was…" Mind blowing, amazing, passionate. The best kiss of my life. "No, I told him it didn't mean anything. We both weren't in our right minds.

Angela sighed and sat down in the chair Booth sat in. "Sweetie, you may be a genius, but you're still hopeless with guys."

"Well, what should I have said?"

"That you love him, that you want to sleep with him, anything would have been better than 'it meant nothing to me' that is the worst thing you can say."

"But it did mean nothing." If that was nothing, then what's something?

"Sweetie, you don't have to be scared, if you distance yourself from every man who shows you affection you'll never find your true love."

"Love is just a term to make sexual-"

"Relationships more acceptable to society." Angela finished for her in a mocking monotone, like reciting something from heart.

"Exactly." Then what am I feeling then, if it doesn't exist?

Bren, sweetie, for once stop trying to act like a detached anthropologist. Live a little!" Angela grinned cheekily.

Brennan sighed "But, I'm not- what if- what if he didn't like me back and I scared him off, I can't ruin our friendship."

"Come on sweetie, have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on, it's like you're a triple chocolate cake- he wants to devour you. So let him."

"What? He's not a cannibal."

"Sorry Hon, I forgot you don't speak normal person. Look, he wants you real bad, and you want him, so – No don't deny it, I know you want him, so just give him what he wants."

"I do not want him!" Much

"Have you read your books lately? Don't deny that those sex scenes were you and Booth, it's obvious. You're just in denial.

He may have been the inspiration for my books, but that doesn't mean I want him. I work with him all the time and I was merely releasing sexual tension that builds up from our primal instinct to mate. I doubt that he wants me. "I don't"

"Denial." Cut off Angela.

"But it's true"

"You're in denial."

Brennan sighed. There was no point in arguing. "Look, you can't tell anyone. If you do then he'll have to stop being my partner."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Head office, FBI headquarters DC

"Booth,"

"Yes sir?"

"There have been some rumours going around."

"About what?" Though Booth thought he knew.

"That you kissed your partner, Dr Brennan, after she was shot."

Shit "Yes sir, I'm not going to deny that."

"You realise that a relationship with your partner can jeopardize your lives and the lives of everyone you work with?"

"Yes sir. However sir, we talked to each other about it and both agree it didn't mean anything," I'm not really lying. I did say that I agree with her.

"I believe you agent Booth, however, if I hear that your relationship has developed any further that just colleagues, I will have to terminate you're partnership, for everyone's safety"

"Yes sir." Good thing she doesn't want to be anything but colleagues then.

"Now get out of my office."

Booth scurried away like a dog expecting a kick from his master.

About 10 minutes down the hall, Booths cell phone rang. "Agent Booth speaking."

"Booth, it's Ryan, you've got a new case. A body was found under the floor boards of a recently sold apartment building. It's pretty mangled. How quickly can you and your partner get down there."

"How far away is it?"

"Other side of town, on the corner of 9th street and Diamond blvd. Just follow the police tape and crowds of people."

"I can probably be there in about thirty minutes." Booth headed for the car park.

"So is it true that, you know?"

"What?"

"That you kissed Dr Brennan?" It was a good thing Ryan couldn't see him blushing.

"It didn't mean anything."

"So it's true then?" There was a hint of astonishment in his voice. "I mean, there were rumours that you were shagging her and stuff, but I didn't really believe them"

Booth reached his car and opened the door. "Who said that?" He would break their necks.

"Pretty much everyone really. So are you really going out?"

"It meant nothing, we're just friends." And he hung up before he gave too much away. Booth breathed in and out to calm himself down and got in his car. He dialled Brennan's number. "Hey Bones, we've got a new case, I'm coming to pick you up so be ready in about 10 minutes." And he hung up again, realising that this was the first time they'd talked since she was in hospital.

Well, what do you think? Longer? Shorter? This is my firs story and I want to improve so be constructive.