Greetings! Thought I'd give it a try posting multi-chapters. I usually don't like things like this because I like to read a story all at once. But this dose have some advantages mostly for the writer. For the writer a multi-chapter allows for more time to write (you can post a chapter and see what people think before you write some big long thing that might turn out to be a crappy idea.) Plus people post more comments on multi-chapters because they want the next chapter to be posted by the author.

Sorry about any spelling mistakes. I can not proofread to save my life. I tried to write this like Booth was just on his computer typing up what ever came to mind. Like writing a letter to someone you're mad at, but not sending it, or something along those lines.

Dear Temperance (Bones) Brennen – Who ever the hell you are-

I met you just less than eight years ago. There isn't a day I'm not thankful for that. There isn't a day I don't regret that either. Wow that was harsh. Yes it was, but it was honest too. I am writing this to be honest. I may not be completely honest with you. You figured that one out didn't you.

You seemed out raged that I would have lied to you. You said I had to give an example. Confess a time I lied to you. I told you about Hannah. You clamed up. I didn't even tell you a real lie. But you took it, and you didn't ask for another.

We never got drunk, and played tag, back and forth, spilling secrets and laughing and crying in rememberance. We never promised to be more honest in the future. No I menchened Hannah and you clamed up.

Why did you do that, was it because you had lies too? Ones you weren't going to share. You didn't realize we were playing that game. You didn't know those were lies. You never said anything. How could that be a lie? That was denial. You were lying to someone. And she didn't want to hear the truth.

So you took my lye of omission, you took it at face value, and then we drank. Like we always do. But that wasn't the start was it. No that was years latter. When we were still playing. Just a different kind of game.

This all started over seven years ago, because a girl died. She died and I needed help. I needed help. It sounds strange to say. I needed help. I couldn't do it on my own. I could do just about anything on my own, but I couldn't do this. So I asked for help.

Do you know how lucky we are that we even met? Because it wasn't easy to ask you to come in on my case. To come and help me because I couldn't do it on my own. If it had been anybody else I would have told them to go to hell. You came in and you were better. Not only that but you let me know it to.

I wanted to tell you to get lost, go to hell and take your damn anthropology with you. I spent four years on that case. And you knew more than me just from looking at her bones. I let you come in and do your thing. I think you take for granted how hard that was for me. Anybody else I would have told them to go to hell and showed them the door myself. But I didn't do that to you.

Why? Because you're a woman. Yes, I'm not going to lie about it. You were beautiful (are beautiful) and had the social skills of a socially inept anthropologist. And when we were walking in the theater, and I start dropping hints. You said it was too bad I couldn't ask you out. Too bad. With a hint of sadness in your tone. Was it sadness? Was the great Temperance Brennen, world renowned in her field sad that she couldn't go out with me? It felt good. A boost to my arrogant male ego to no that you were disappointed.

But you don't date do you. That's a waste of your precious time. You didn't want me for dinner did you? You were never looking for a night out. If you were you weren't looking for me. Why would you want someone as stupid as me? I would surly be lost if you wanted to discus the latest findings in what ever god for sake country you had just been in.

You didn't want me for my mind. Not the way you were looking at me. What is it that you always say? 'Symmetrical Features'. You were sizing me up like a steer. You wanted me for sex. Because you knew I would be good. You wanted your urges satisfied. And I was fine with that. I was more than fine. You wanted me. We both know it would have been good.

That's why I could stand it. Having a beautiful intelligent scientist come in and make me look like an idiot. Because I was better. You may have been brilliant, a thousand times better than me in every aspect. But we both knew I was the one who could blow your fucking mind.

I didn't see you after that. After you got in that cab, and came back with a different attitude toured me. And the same to-good personality. Why did you get into that cab? It was raining and we were soaked. We were kissing and you wanted sex. I was going to give it to you. I would have taken you home and blown you away. You would have left satisfied I can tell you that.

So why did you go then. Was it because of what I said? That I'm an addict. Did it make it to real for you? Was it to much to know that every time you saw me you would know that? I never told anybody else. You were the first person I had admitted that to including myself.

But that's not how it was supposed to go. Was that why you were so mad the next day when I came back. Because I ruined perfectly good sex. Mind blowing sex with no strings attached. I was supposed to satisfy your urges, and leave your life for good. You were never supposed to see me again. I apologies to you then. I'm sorry I turned into more then you sex toy. I'm sorry that I made it too real.

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