I'm soo overwhelmed and grateful for all the reviews I've received on the first chapter! WOW. 30 reviews! You guys are awesome and make me feel so good! So glad you're liking the concept. It kind of just hit me one day lol

So I'm thrilled to present you with this chapter!

Charlie and Booth quietly made their way through Booth's apartment building using the back stairway. Booth had told Charlie that it was especially important that he kept quiet because his building was still fairly active at all hours of the night and he didn't want his cover blown. This was all a lie of course; mostly Booth just didn't want to hear Charlie's yapping. They'd run into Booth's apartment, grab some clothes, a couple necessities, and be out in ten. Then Booth could finally be on his way to the hotel for some rest and relaxation. A week off from work sounded mighty fine after being shot.

When they reached Booth's apartment, Booth went directly to the fridge to grab a case of beer while Charlie began wondering around Booth's apartment; paying no mind that he wasn't actually invited anywhere past the living room.

"Listen, Charlie. I'm just going to grab a couple things, you can just sit here and wait," Booth gestured to the couch. "Shouldn't take more than a couple minutes tops."

"Okay... but can I use your bathroom?" The kid looked up at him with puppy dog eyes; he looked like Parker when he had to go. Like a six year old.

"Uh, yeah. Sure... just right through the bedroom," Booth pointed in the right direction, hoping he wasn't about to have his stuff gone through.

Charlie nodded and headed off, while Booth continued to stuff some snacks from his pantry into a gym bag. But it wasn't long before Charlie returned. He looked even more awkward than he had a moment ago.

"Um... Agent Booth?"

"What, Charlie?" Goddamn, the guy didn't need instructions did he?

"There's someone in your bed..." Charlie's voice went down to a whisper and he saw Booth immediately draw his gun. "Um, I don't think its that kind of visitor, Agent Booth... I think its Dr. Brennan..."

Booth withdrew his gun and immediately went to his bedroom with Charlie hot on his trail. A rare and audible gasp escaped his lips when he saw the sight Charlie had just reported. It was Bones. She was passed out in the middle of his bed, wearing one of his t-shirts... only his t-shirt. Booth couldn't even think; all he could do was stand there looking at his almost naked partner his his bed. The dark blue FBI t-shirt did little to cover her modestly; infact he could see a slight glimpse of her perfectly shaped ass. If he were standing at a slightly different angle... or if she was laying at a slightly different one... there was no question that he would be able to see her...

"I thought you said there was nothing going on between you?" Charlie spoke softly over Booth shoulder; and reminding the special agent he wasn't alone.

"Charlie. Hallway. Now," Booth ordered gruffly. He could see Charlie's eye's raking up and down his partner's long milky white legs.

"Okay... okay..." Charlie went. Looked like he wasn't getting to use the bathroom after all.

Booth's eyes never left her as he heard the front door gently shut. How had she remained asleep? More importantly, what was she doing in his bed? Was she here waiting for him... naked in only his t-shirt? He felt his stomach instantly flip at the idea. Maybe she was there because she wanted him? Oh shit... and maybe she fell asleep because he had taken so long getting back to his apartment? Booth quickly dismissed the idea before he got to excited. The way she looked laying on his bed was doing enough on that front.

He slowly and quietly walked over to the bed... thinking he should wake her. But upon further investigation, he noticed something different about her complexion. Her face was puffy around her eyes and her nose was a slightly pinkish color; she'd been crying. Suddenly, the image of a sexy Bones waiting for him on his bed took a completely different turn. Her face, though she was in a peaceful deep sleep, possessed a certain sadness he'd only seen from her on a few occasions. It made no sense to him. She knew he wasn't actually dead, why was she upset? His hand cautiously came up to stroke a couple lose strands of hair away from her face. Her hair was wet... and it didn't smell like her's, it smelled like his.

Booth looked over to the bathroom and saw a trail of her clothes leading to it. Not only had she snuck in to sleep in his bed, but to use his shower too. It was all like some sort of twisted Goldilocks story. His attention turned back down to the woman sleeping in his bed; it would be a crime to disturb such a calm and beautiful image. Whatever she was upset about, it looked like she was finding some sort of escape in her dreams. It would probably just be best if he gathered his things and left.

So he did that. With sniper like stealth; he was done in less than three minutes. But before he could leave, he felt himself drawn to a blanket resting in a corner chair. He placed it gingerly over her exposed body; doing his best to be a gentleman and not look anywhere he wasn't supposed to. Before he could fully remove himself from her side, his lips came down and placed a soft kiss to her temple.

Then he was out the door.

Tomorrow he'd look for answers.

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Brennan awoke sometime after seven to the sound of her cellphone's alarm. The few seconds between her eyes opening and her hand silencing the ringing had been the most blissful moments she could have asked for. For just a little bit she forgot where she was and what had happened. But the moment she hit the alarm, the memories of the previous day's events came flooding back to her.

Booth was dead.

She coiled herself up and tugged the blanket harshly over her. Booth was dead and she was laying in his empty bed. What had possessed her to come here last night? This wasn't were she belonged... at least technically it wasn't. Something about laying there and inhaling his scent... it was like there was something right amongst all the wrong she was feeling. Obviously, her sense memory was reacting to the environment of his bedroom; thus reminding her of him which had sentimental value to her. It was just science... and maybe a little more.

Brennan tried to will her body out of the bed, but was finding a lack of control. She needed to be at work in the next two hours and she needed to get back to her apartment before that. Still, she wasn't ready to leave. She didn't want to go to the lab today... she knew she could probably have the day off and everyone would understand her absence. But that would be even worse than going. To know that everyone was pitying her and thinking about how hard she was taking Booth's death... it was the last thing she wanted. Her pain was private; she didn't want people speculating on it or even knowing she possessed it.

She sat up in his bed; a tiny step of progress to her actually getting out of it.

There had always been some wonder and mystery about this moment for her. The moment she would wake up in Booth's bed; she had always figured it was bound to happen at some point. This, however, was not the way she'd ever pictured it. She never thought she'd be here alone. And now she knew she always would be. She missed her chance.

A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek; dropping to the blanket that covered her. She hadn't remembered grabbing this blanket; she didn't recall having it as she went to bed. Maybe she'd grabbed it in her sleep? She'd taken a small sleep aid before she'd gone to bed... maybe that was it. It had kept her warm... like she'd imagined he would.

She threw it down off her and went to gather her clothes. No more of this foolishness.

So I'm guessing that may not have been exactly what you thought was going to happen. You probably thought that Charlie was going to walk in on Brennan in the shower... but oh no! A little different! Hope its not disappointing, though. I have certain plans for this...

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