A/N: Yay new stuff! So this is intended to be the things I wish had happened at the end of various episodes. There will likely be at least one from each season. More from some seasons, less from others. Review please!

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Tag for 03x14 "The Secret in the Soil"

You wouldn't even have coffee with me?

Well, in your scenario, we wouldn't even know each other. Because there are no murders.

Were, I said no more murders.

Then fine, we could have coffee. So that's clear, that I mean, that we'd have coffee.

After a shared look between the partners and a smug smile from the young psychologist the session ended. Booth got up and skulked toward the door while Brennan gathered her things.

Brennan didn't think much of Booth's hasty exit as she walked toward his truck. Truth was that things had been different since they were left standing at the altar at Hodgins' and Angela's attempted wedding and it wasn't just because Booth hadn't stopped Zach from going to Iraq. Ever since then things had been strained and tense between the partners. Booth's strange behavior no longer seemed to faze Brennan.

"Home or the lab, Bones?" He questioned.

"Home, please." Her response was quieter than she'd meant it to be.

The ride to Brennan's apartment was quiet and tense. There was none of their typical banter, just Booth sulking and Brennan running through the day's events in her head. As Booth pulled up to Brennan's apartment she again gathered her things and prepared to get out of the truck. She was about halfway out of Booth's truck when she stopped and turned to face him.

"Why does it bother you that I said we wouldn't have coffee?" She queried.

"What? It doesn't."

"Obviously it does, Booth. You were rather upset when I said we wouldn't have coffee."

"I wasn't upset. I was just… I wasn't upset." Booth sighed.

Clearly Brennan wasn't going to get an honest answer out of her partner. She turned and finished exiting the truck, not looking at Booth as she shut the door and headed for her apartment.

Booth was upset. Not necessarily at Brennan for saying they wouldn't even have coffee. Mostly at himself for drawing that stupid line. Even more at himself for letting his feelings for his partner cast a shadow over their working relationship. And even more for not having the balls to just tell her how he feels about her. Maybe if she knew how he felt she'd be willing to have coffee if there were no more murders. Finally he put his truck in 'drive' and headed for home.

Brennan made her way to her apartment and settled in for a night of working on her book. She sat down with her laptop and attempted to at least get one chapter down on metaphoric paper. After two hours of writing and erasing and rewriting the same three paragraphs she gave up. She couldn't stop thinking about Booth's reaction to her comment about coffee. Why was he so offended that she theoretically wouldn't want to have coffee with him? It's not like that was ever really a possibility. Murderers were never going to stop murdering. Besides, he definitely wasn't interested in crossing his stupid line. Brennan closed her laptop and started to get ready for bed. She'd brushed her teeth and changed into pajamas before she decided she wasn't going to get any sleep until she knew what was going on in Booth's head.

Booth was nodding off on the couch catching up on sports scores when he was startled by a soft knock at the door. Who the hell would show up at his apartment at this time of night? He was only mildly surprised when he opened the door to find his partner standing before him. It wasn't totally out of the ordinary for her to show up unannounced, but after their conversation tonight he was a little surprised to see her.

"Bones. What are you doing here?" He questioned.

As was typical, Brennan cut right to the chase, "Why were you upset about the coffee, Booth? I know you said you weren't, but something is bothering you about it. You didn't say anything the whole ride home which is very unusual." And once she started the rest just came out, "It's just coffee. And if there were no murders we would never have met. And I don't understand why you'd want to have coffee with me if we weren't work partners anyway. You're clearly annoyed by my perceived social ineptness. You clearly have no interest in me socially. You made that perfectly clear with your line. So what is it, Booth? What about me and coffee makes you so upset that you won't even speak to me."

Booth looked at his partner dumbfounded. The man who had a quip for everything was suddenly speechless. It was suddenly clear to him what he needed to do; he just needed to make himself do it. He took a step toward his partner. "What makes me upset about coffee, Bones?"

Another step. "What makes me upset about coffee is that I drew a line that apparently makes my partner want nothing to do with me outside of work."

Another step. "What makes me upset about coffee is that the thought of my partner not wanting to have coffee with me makes me upset and I can't tell anyone for fear of our partnership being ended."

Another step. "But what really makes me upset about coffee is that I'm in love with my partner and I can't tell her because I drew a stupid line and she doesn't want to have coffee with me."

At this point Booth had backed Brennan up to his front door. "Booth, you realize that your logic is circular and that the only new fact that came out of that was that you're in love with me which I find…" He didn't let her finish before crushing her body between his and the door and crashing his lips down on hers.

Her lips parted under his allowing his tongue access as she kissed him back. Her hands immediately grasped his white undershirt and she yanked him closer to her. His hands moved from her head to trace her curves and come to rest on her hips.

This is why she'd come here. To find out why he was upset about coffee, but also to ask him to erase that line. The truth was that the reason she didn't want to have coffee with him was because she couldn't bear the thought of having to continue to see him and not be able to touch him the way she wanted to. Her thoughts shifted back to the task at hand.

Her hands explored his chest tracing the hard lines of his abs and making their way down to his waist. She broke their kiss as she traced the hard line of his jaw with her tongue and simultaneously cupped him through his sweatpants. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden contact. "Bones." He moaned.

She continued to stroke him through his pants as his hands went to work on her jeans. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't seem to get the button undone. For a trained sniper with nerves of steel his nerves were certainly shot now. He'd been especially tense since the case with the horse play sexual fetish and their conversation about the difference between crappy sex and making love. Finally she came to his rescue flicking open the button on her jeans allowing him access.

Booth sighed as he slipped his hand into Brennan's jeans cupping her and then stroking her over top of her panties. A shudder rocked her body as she moaned his name.

Brennan pushed off of the door and sent the two of them hurtling toward the couch where she pushed Booth down and straddled him. Booth's ever-present self control was in short supply as he frantically pulled at her shirt and bra trying to get to the skin beneath. When he finally got his mouth on her he was rewarded with a moan and a shudder from his partner as he lavished attention on her breasts. She ground her hips into his eliciting moans from him between licks to her breasts.

Brennan pulled Booth's shirt off in one swift movement and trailed kisses down his neck and chest making a trail toward the waist of his pants as she slid down his body. When she got to his waistband Brennan pulled at his pants and he assisted by lifting his hips allowing her to take his pants down. She was surprised to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear. She slowly took him into her mouth sliding her tongue along his length.

Booth's whole body responded to his partner's attentions. She continued to lick and suck until Booth was almost certain he was going to combust. He pulled on her arms encouraging her to come back up to him. "Need to be inside you…" he moaned as he pulled her on top of him. On her way up Brennan shed her panties. She was beyond ready for him.

Booth used one finger to test her core. He rimmed her before settling at her center dipping one finger in and positioning his thumb at her clit. One finger wasn't enough. "More," she moaned. And he responded by adding another finger and setting a rhythm that was fast enough to work her up but slow enough to drive her crazy.

Brennan was running short of patience as she ground down on his fingers. She grabbed his arm and pulled it out of the way. She grabbed his cock and crashed her mouth down on his as she sheathed him in one quick movement. His moan was lost in her mouth and he was surprised he didn't explode with that one quick movement.

She set a pace that quickly brought both of them to the edge. As soon as they were both ready to tumble over she abruptly stopped then started again almost painfully slowly. She repeated the process two or three times until Booth couldn't stand it anymore. After the last cycle he flipped them so she was below him. He lined himself up at her center and plunged back in. This time he set a rhythm that was sure to send them both over the edge in minutes.

"Booth." Brennan moaned as she tried to hold back.

"Come on, baby. Come with me." He responded.

Ignoring the juvenile endearment, Brennan allowed herself to be pushed over the edge while Booth tumbled after her both calling out for one another.

Booth collapsed on top of Brennan, but shifted enough so that he wouldn't crush her. After a few moments he shifted again to lie at Brennan's side. Booth's fingers absently drew circles on his partner's cheek. They laid there in comfortable silence stroking one another and enjoying this new closeness.

"Booth?" She asked.

"Yeah, Bones." He sighed contentedly.

"I would definitely want more than coffee with you."

Booth smiled as they drifted off into a sated sleep. He would regret sleeping on the couch tomorrow, but he would not regret waking up next to his Bones. Tomorrow would bring new questions, difficult questions, but they would make it through.