One Last Dance
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. Maybe because they haven't discovered writers on here. (shrugs)
A/N: Popped into my head from the episode last night. Enjoy! :)
The murderer was caught, interrupting the reunion. Brennan sat down in one of the chairs in the gym and looked around and up at the twinkling stars. She smiled. Booth came into the gym and sat next to you.
"This was really nice thing the janitor did for you," he said, looking up at the stars. Her eyes started to pool tears and Booth noticed it. He rubbed at her eyes and she half-smiled at him. He quickly took his hand away and said, "The night is still young--" Brennan did understand the colloquial.
"It is impossible for night to be addressed in any age and, from the beginning of time, it's not young, perhaps more than a million years old!"
Booth chuckled. "Metaphor, Bones. Anyway," He stood up and extended a hand at her, "One last dance?"
"There's no music--" He quickly raced for the sound system and put on the song they slow-danced to earlier. He came back and extended his hand one more time.
"One last dance?" His eyes twinkled and he gave a warm grin. Brennan grabbed his hand and he pulled her flush against his body, his hand on the small of her back, his other hand in his hand. They moved slowly and they stared intently into each other's eyes.
She fell that tug at her heart, a colloquial that she had heard. It didn't bring her pain, as she had the other night when she didn't want to give them a chance. It... She couldn't find the words to describe it. But she wanted to feel it again.
Sorry, it's a bit long. :P Review, please? :)
