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The Words I Didn't Want to Hear- Part Two

My heart ached for the man that I lost in war. Everyday I lost more and more hope. Everyday I became more distant to my colleagues and friends, and I slowly began to shut out the outside world.

Despite the objections from my colleagues, I returned to work on the following Monday. I didn't do this out of curiosity for the ancient bones waiting for me, or the murder case file that was promised to be given to me. I did it for completely selfish, personal reasons; to feel closer to Booth.

It made sense to me, this is where I met him, learned more about him. I went to work, but I found myself frequently not paying attention to the work in front of me. Everything would be alright until someone spoke, and triggered something in my mind, a memory of Booth.

The memory would be clear, and I could almost hear his voice telling me something, or explaining a pop culture reference. I would feel tears streaking down my face, I would walk away swiftly, and go into my office. I would lay my head down on the cool glass of the desk, trying to control the emotions I felt. Sometime later, Ange or Cam would come in, and try to comfort me. No matter how hard they tried they couldn't, the only one who could wasn't here to do it. Later, I would go to the reflecting pool and sit until dark, hoping he would return.

The worst part of the week was the new FBI agent assigned to the team. To say I disliked him is being kind. He was rude to everyone, never explained references to me, and he obviously didn't want to work with us. Working with agent Christopher Tyler made me realize that Booth was different. Booth was everything I ever asked for in a partner.

A week had pasted since I returned from my trip, and I sit back on the bench where I was last week. The one next to the reflecting pool, by the coffee cart. I shake my head at the atrocity of what I had done today. I assaulted a FBI agent over slander.

I was observing the bones on the table when Agent Tyler comes in. I can't even remember what he said. Something about "Booth was weak for leaving the Bureau, but he was lucky to get away from all of you."

I lost control at that. I walked over until I was standing in front of him, and punched him hard on the face. "Don't you dare ever say anything like that again about Booth. He was, is, a great, loving man. He was helping train snipers, and now he's missing. Never say anything like that ever again." I storm out of the building, and rush to my car. Once I'm in the safety of it, I begin to cry, realizing the emotions I tried to ignore.

I drive to our spot, where I am now, and sit. A new round of tears suddenly pour over and streak my face even more. I sit there for a long time until a pair of shoes come into my line of vision. My heart constricts the instant I realize that they are a women's shoes.

"Here," She hands me a few napkins, "you look like you need them." I nod my head sadly. "I also got you some coffee." I reach for my purse to get the money out of it. "No, no, Honey, it's free. On the House."

I smile gratefully at her, and take a sip. I pause for a second. It's a caramel latte, no one knows that it's my favorite coffee except for... "Who ordered..."

The coffee waiter smiles knowingly at me, "The nice man over there, the good looking one, in the army uniform."

I raised my eyes, and my breath catches. A sob tries to break through my throat, but it doesn't matter, I'm already sprinting across the pavement. He stands up opening his arms for me, and I run and jump into them.

"Booth... I-is it really yo-you?" I sob into his shirt.

"Yes, Bones it's me." I sob harder at that, it has to be him. No one else would call me Bones. We stood there for a long time, just enjoying each others company.

"Booth," I whisper, "Please don't leave me again. Promise me you won't go back." I demand hysterically.

"I won't Bones, I promise. I will never leave you again." I nod my head against his chest.

Eventually he walks us over to the bench I had been previously sitting on. I wipe the last of my tears away, and grab his hand. We sit there for a minute before he speaks, "Did you get the letter." I nod my head again, not wanting to think about the memory. "Did you like it?" he asks softly.

"Yes.," I whisper, "but you got something wrong in it." He looks at me confusedly, "You misinterpreted me wrong."

"I still have no idea what you are talking about, Bones."

"You said I didn't want to hear some words, but you were wrong." Comprehension appears on his face, then a smile.

"I love you Bones." I smile at his words.

"I love you too, Booth," and before I know it he's kissing me.

All together... 3.2.1. Awww. Haha JK, but now that this is over I might write why he came back late, and the mission, but I don't know, tell me what you think. I do have two other ideas for Bones Fan-fictions, so please check them out when I get them up, and thanks for reading. Lastly REVIEW!