Okay, so welcome to a new, short fic. My muse, Branwen, has been very busy today. The idea for the story came to me today and I worte all three chapters. I've been busy. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own these "people". I just like to play with them.

Rating: M ... yes, this is my very first fic rated "M". It does contain...some detailed scenes. Viewer (urr…reader) discretion is advised. You've been warned.

A/N: The verse below is from the song "Bring it on home to me" by Little Big Town

When your long day is over

And you can barely drag your feet.

The weight of the world is on your shoulders.

I know whatcha ned

Bring it on home to me.

It was raining. Again. Dr. Temperance Brennan looked out of her window at the large drops of water. It had been raining on and off for a solid week. Leaving everything wet, and everybody miserable. Brennan wrapped her arms around her torso, and rubbed her hands briskly up and down her upper arms. Her apartment was warm, the air out side was warm, yet the dampness of the rain seemed to seep into her bones- chilling her to the core. Thunder boomed and lighting raced across the dark sky. The rain began to fall harder. Brennan reached out a hand and placed it on the window. With her pointer finger, she followed a droplet of water as it trickled down the outside of the glass. She took a deep breath. "It's been a long week," she said to herself. Her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth and her had been working a case all week. A body- a skeleton- found outside of a local children toy store. They had both spent too much time in the rain. Brennan's mind flashed back to the day the bones were discovered. She knelt down next to it, while Booth held an umbrella over her. She looked up for the skeleton and took in his appearance. His hair was plastered down over his face. His shirt and pants clung to his body. Brennan could make out the definition of his muscles. She could remember how the sight took her breath away and she had to quickly drop her eyes. Yet, before she did, she could have sworn that she saw something in his eyes. That she saw a flash, almost like lighting.

Outside the storm raged on.

The day the skeleton was found wasn't the only time during the past week that Brennan noticed something different. Two day after that day, they were all in the lab. She was telling Booth of their finding when thunder clasped so loud it shook the building and then the lights flickered, and then went out. Within a second or two, the back up generators had the lights dimly back on. Computers were shut down and evident secured. Brennan could remember her heart jumping slightly in the sudden darkness. And when the lights came back on, Booth had asked if everybody was ok. He spoke to nobody in general, yet his eyes were staring at Brennan. She felt heat begin to rise up in her body. Again, she could have sworn that she saw something in his eyes.

Brennan took a deep breath and pulled her mind back to the now. Outside the storm raged on, with no signs of stopping. A storm also raged inside of Brennan. A tingled mess of emotions that she couldn't figure out. They were all so new…so different. She didn't know how to sort through them. Her logical mind couldn't but them in order. And that scared her. Brennan had told herself many times over the past week that it was nothing. That her imagination was running away with her. That the storm was playing tricks with her. But she knew it wasn't true.

Thunder roared and lighting blazed tracks through the night.

Brennan rubbed a hand over her face. It's been a long week, she thought. A long, wet week. Her hand traveled to the back of her neck. She could feel the tension that had settled there. Tension from the case. Tension from her emotions. Tension from everything! "I need a bath," she said aloud. Yet she stood still. Still watching the storm. A sudden, sharp knock on her front door made her jump. Brennan turned away from the window, from the storm, and stared at the front door. Again, someone knocked. Three times. Knock…knock…knock. She made her way slowly across her living room. She placed her hands on the door, and lend forward toward the peephole. Her heart skipped a beat. Outside of her door stood Booth. His hair and clothes wet. His face drawn from exhaustion. Knock…knock…knock. Brennan stood up. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Booth, what are you doing here?" Booth stood with his hands in his pants pockets. He brought his eyes up to meet hers.

"I umm," he started. "I was out and thought-well, I thought I would stop by and see how you were doing." Brennan watched as he rocked back and forth slightly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "It was…it was a hard case this week. Thought you might need someone to talk to." Brennan watched his face as he talked. She wasn't good at picking up hints-reading signs- she knew that, but something about Booth's composure made he think that he wanted…that he needed to talk. She swallowed.

"I'll like that," she said, moving out of the way so that he could enter. He gave her a grateful smile. He stopped just inside of her door and slipped his wet shoes off. "Can I get you something to drink? I was thinking about making some coffee."

"That'll be great, thanks," he answered with a half smile. She nodded and walked into the kitchen. "Wonder if this rain will ever let up?" Brennan looked up from the coffee maker and saw that he had made his way to the window. The window she had been looking out of when he started knocking. His hands were back in his pockets. She smiled to herself, and continued with the coffee.

Neither one of them spoke while the coffee was brewing; filling the apartment with it's rich scent. "Long week," Brennan said, coming to stand beside him. She held out a mug to him and he smiled his thanks as he took it. They both focused their attention to the rain outside. Outside where the storm raged.

"So, umm, how are you doing?" Booth finally asked.

"I'm…doing ok," she answered softly. She wasn't use to this kind of small talk. She wasn't use to pretending a case was effecting her more then it really was. But she knew-call it women's instinct or spending way too much time with Angela-but she knew that Booth wanted to talk. And for that- for being able to know- Brennan was proud of herself.

"Good." Silence. Thunder. Lighting.

"How are you doing?" Booth brought his mug to his lips and took a sip of the hot liquid. Brennan watched his actions out the corner of her eyes. He was thinking.

"I'm…getting by," he finally said. She reached out a hand and placed in on his arm.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Booth turned surprised eyes towards her. Brennan knew that this wasn't like her. That she normally wasn't this good with the spoken word. Wasn't this good with…people. But this was different. This was her partner. Angela had spent hours upon hours talking about how to be sensitive to him. And even though Brennan had rolled her eyes most of the time, she was now very grateful for her advice.

"It just kinda…got to me, you know," he said. He turned back to the window. "Things that were done it…to him." Brennan thought back to the skeleton was lying in her lab. The one they had been working on all week. The evidence was said that his was tortured. That hadn't sat well with Booth. He had taken it very hard. Brennan knew why. She knew that it was because of what had happened to him. She waited…and the storm raged outside. Booth took a deep breath.

"Booth," she said softly. "Seeley, what happened?" Brennan watched as his eyes closed.

"I've seen so much, Temperance," Booth answered, his eyes still closed.

Chapter One is out of the way. Chapter Two will be up soon. Please review each chapter. It makes me feel better.

TBC...

Happy writing and blissful reading,

wolfy & Branwen, my muse