This is a re-write of my first fic. It has remained a favorite. As I was sitting here I thought now might be the right time to resurrect it. Some of it may seem familiar as I have used parts as bases in recent stories, but I really liked this and will post it here with all of its changes. I am also going to add the second and third installments of this love story Parker's Story Part I and Part II so that it all becomes their life together. Since all but the flourishes are written I will be posting quite a few chapters at a time. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: As usual I don't own any of these charters, and as usual I wish I did.

I Will I Will – Booth and Brennan Begin

Chapter 1

Thursday Morning

She was hunched over her computer working furiously. He watched her drinking in every nuance before clearing his voice to get her attention. He knew, after four years together, if she caught him staring he would get an ear full. Today was not a day he wanted that discussion. She really was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The way her hair fell, the side view of her face, he could remember the color of her eyes, the smell of her hair. That he could remember all of this about her was amazing. He had never remembered this much about any women he had known not even Rebecca or Cam.

He grabbed her coat and the jump bag she kept by the door and said "Bones we got a case, lets go chop chop".

She jumped a little out of her chair, as she always did when he surprised her, and said in an exasperated tone "why do you always have to surprise me? Can't you just knock, wait for an acknowledgment, and enter like a normal person?" Rising from her chair and noticing he was holding her coat, she quickly moved to put it on. She had often argued she was totally capable of putting on the coat her self with no help from him. She usually lost so; she simply placed her arms in the selves and let him help her put it on. One of the things she had learned during the past four years working with him, was arguing in her office was unproductive. She often received better results if she waited until they were in the car and on their way to the crime scene. Walking out the door and reaching automating for her jump bag she noticed he had grabbed that too. Oh well that, also, was an argument for another day. She was simply too damn tired today.

Seeing her reach for the bag he was holding Booth said "I know you can carry the bag your self, you just looked like you need a little extra help this morning". Noticing her scowl, he realized he was probably in for a tongue lashing. Placing his hand in the small of her back he continued at a fast pace leading them both out of the lab to his SUV. He opened the door for her and to his surprise for once she got in with no complaints and fastened her seatbelt. He moved around the vehicle placing her jump bag in the back of the SUV and got in the drivers seat.

They arrived at the crime scene relatively quickly; he watched as she put on her jump suit and gum boots and walked over to the crime scene. Walking toward the scene he thought once again he should get some boots to save ruining another damn pair of shoes. He had tried but they really hurt his feet, and his feet hurt enough, so he just bought new shoes when his current ones became too hard to clean.

She did her usual thing giving him the proximal date of death, size and sex of the body and if she could determine it, was the death a result of murder. He told the tech's to bag everything including the surrounding soil (which, after four years working with her at crime scene, they also knew) and send it all to the Jeffersonian.

After returning to the SUV and starting back to the Jeffersonian he noticed she was looking out the window and seemed lost in thought again. Ok he had enough. "Hey Bones a penny for them"

"I still don't understand what that means"

"Your thoughts, what are you thinking about. When someone looks deep in thought, and you want to know what they are thinking about, you ask a penny for their thoughts"

"I am quite sure my thoughts as you put them are worth quite more than a penny but I guess as I really need some input from someone and as I usually deferrer to you in these circumstances, so I would like to talk to you. Since this it personal could you come over to my house this evening so we can talk?"

The butterflies started in his stomach he as he tried to sound causal. "Of course, what time? I'll bring dinner; I know you never have any food. What do you want, Thai, Indian, Italian," naming off their favorites.

"What ever you want," she said absently, "I'm sure it will be fine."

Her statement said in such a flat tone turned his butterflies into dive bombers. What was the problem anyway and how bad for him was it going to be?

Later Thursday Evening

He decided on Indian, it was a little spicy but it would give him an excuse to leave if the conversation got to squinty or hard for him to take. He found his love for her was getting more exquisitely painful every day. He was not sure how much longer he could keep his emotional and physical reactions to himself. Her past would make telling her he loved her, run far and fast and that would kill him. As for a purely sexual relationship, friends with benefits as Angela called it, there was no way in hell he could settle for that. He wondered for perhaps the millionth time; just when he had come to realize he loved her so much that he would often forget to breathe when she was around? How his every actions were always wrapped in how she might see them, what she might think. Why did he always given in to her requests even when, like now, he was afraid she would kill him with one word or sentence? Now he was at her door, once again unable to resist her with food in hand, knocking. He quickly put his thoughts out of his head, got his obvious physical reaction under control and put on his Bones game face. He had the smile in place when she opened the door. "Indian" he said walking past her to the kitchen, placing the takeout cartons on the table with an ease that came from nights of familiarity he noticed the table was unset, something Bones usually had done before he arrived. Something was really bothering her.

"All right eating before talking" he said quickly setting the table, the wine and then tucking into his food with apparent gusto. It was quite oblivious to him she was picking at hers this evening.

"Ok Bones what is bothering you, and don't give me some vague answer. You were the one who asked me over to talk, so talking is what we are going to do, out with it"

"I don't know how or where to start".

The beginning is usually the best, go ahead".

Taking her wine and moving to the couch she indicated he follow her. "Ok" and taking a big breath she started". You know lately we have been working on cases that are very hard for me. All of them have involved children who were in the foster system. We have not been able to solve any of the cases. I have not been sleeping, working on my new book or able to concentrate on my work in limbo. I have been offered a position at Stanford and I am thing about taking it. I would be able to do pure research, as much field work as I wanted and as little instruction as I wanted. They are offering me a salary commiserate to that of the Jeffersonian and the same working conditions. However, it would mean leaving all of my friends here. I have never had friends to leave before. I am not sure I could make new ones and I am not sure I want to be lonely anymore…"

At that point he stopped listening and the song started in his head: 'you're the one I've wanted, the one I've been dreaming of. But what can I do, I can't make you stay here
But if you should choose to go your own way, remember this moment, remember these words I will, I will give up my life for you if you want it, give you my heart, you already own it.'

"Booth, Booth did you hear anything I said?"

"Yeah, some of it. I'm sorry Bones as you started to talk, something started to rattle around in my brain and I kinda got lost in it. You were saying something about not wanting to be lonely anymore?" He thought for a moment, he needed to say these next few words, but would either crush him or bring him indescribable joy. If he failed now there would always be the what if left in his memory. "Bones, do you ever wonder why these questions are so damn hard for you to answer? First there was Michael, then Sully and offers from other Universities. Why have you never taken them before and you are considering taking this one? Look deep into your heart before you answer. Take more than your usual millisecond. Why is it so important to get my feedback? Why not ask Angela? What do you want from me Bones?"

She thought ok; here it is the moment of truth. Had I asked him here to get his ok to move on with my life without him or did I want something more. Was I running away? I know I love him, but does he love me? Am I just so scared he doesn't feel what I feel that I will run away rather than just ask him? I really hate psychology, it is a soft science. What if he already has someone I don't know about? What if I am still just a partner? What about the line he drew? There are so many 'what ifs.

"Bones, you're scaring me. I know I told you to take a second to think but you have never taken this much time before. What do you want to know?"

Well as of right now I do have the Stanford offer and if he has negative answers to my question then I can go there and leave all the embarrassment behind. Taking a really big breath she rushed out "I think that after four years you have become more than a partner. Taking another breath she rushed on "?"

"Bones that was to fast I don't think even you could understand it. Is there a question in there some where?"

Ok she thought she had been in death camps, and seen death under many difficult situations, she could do this. "After four years as you're partner, I think I have developed deep feelings for you." Taking another deep breath and turning her head away from him so she didn't have to look into his eyes if his answer was no, she continued "I think I have fallen in love with you. Now I'm not exactly sure what that means… but Angela assures me that I have all the symptoms of love. I think about you all the time. I can feel you enter a room even when I don't see you. If I close my eyes I can smell your cologne and shampoo, and most of all I have begun to love your belt buckle, socks, and ties. Do you think that is a sufficient description of love?"

Taking his thumb he turned her face to him seeing the distress on her face and what this confession had cost her. As he took a breath and started to speak she wrenched her face away interrupting again with…

"I'm sorry I should have never brought this up. I know you set up boundaries and I have crossed them. I think it will be best if I take the Stanford position and that way there will be no tension on the team. I, of course, will recommend a candidate to work you…"

Gently holding her arms to her side so she couldn't move away, turning her face to him again, he began "from moment I saw you I have always thought of these words" gently grabbed her arms pulling her closer so she would hear his next words from the same song. He began to sing in her ear with a voice that was soft and low. Like the moist kiss of a lover: "I look in your eyes and I see our life, so full of happiness. Do you see the same? Or just someone you'll blame. I don't want to weigh you down like an anchor. If that's how you see me now, I would rather let you go free, just sail away. I'd give up my life for you if you want it. Give you my heart, you already own it. I'll do anything, I'll go anywhere, it's true. I will, I will…love you."

The heat of his moist voice softly flowing across her ear brought shivers to her spine and butterflies to her stomach. "Booth I don't see you as a burden or and anchor. Please don't sail away and do you think you could kiss me now even though there is no mistletoe?"

"I will, I will, I will…" gently taking her into her arms he began a kiss that quickly grew in intensity. As the fire grew he pushed her into the back of the couch. After four years they could not get enough of each other. Their tongues danced the dance as old as time.

He began to remove her blouse and bra. Once he had them off he was stunned by her beauty. "Baby you look incredible," as he moved his hand up her back to her hair he pulled her down for more of the incredible kisses. Their kisses lite their souls and bodies on fire. Everywhere their lips and hands touched their skin burned with desire.

When breathing became impetrative she took the time to remind him "you have more clothes on than I do take off that shirt Booth," she smiled seductively.

"I don't think so" his smile became one of pure lust. One she had never seen on his face before, but one she was sure she had put there and sure she was going to be putting there for years to come. "I took off your blouse you have to take off my shirt."

"Ok," she said and she began. Slowly starting at the top she unbuttoned each button. As she left it she left a kiss in its place and trailed her tongue downward to the next one in line. When she got to his waist she pulled his shirt out of his pants. As she pushed his shirt back to expose his chest and abdomen she changed form kissing to using her tongue to draw circles on his abdomen. As she began to travel southward again he grabbed her head and stopped her. "Bones stop that or this will be over much faster than either of us wants it to." Removing the rest of his shirt he gathered her up and they moved to the bedroom. The wait was finally over, the line was obliterated and they were off onto a new chapter of their lives. Oh yeah, and she most defiantly was not moving to Stanford.

"I Will I Will" – Performed by Jimmy Wyane – Lyrics by Dave Pahanish and Rory Lee Freek

A Story of love, man, woman, soul mates, parents, friends. All of them coming together to make life worth living. Light fluff, some angst about Parker, some laughs.