Well here's the second chapter to this story. I'm not totally sure if I am going to continue with this story. I'd like to, but I think I am going to try and go with other stories. Writer's block, you know? So hopefully there will be more on this story in the future. Enjoy! :)
I was so tired last night that I need to add in a few things...
Like a disclaimer: Not mine...(*bursts out into tears*)
And I also need to add in a few lines so it makes sense. It won't change the story line though. Again, Enjoy! :D
He was pacing his living room floor relentlessly.
He hadn't seen her in two days.
Well, 34 hours and 3 minutes to be exact. Not that he was counting or anything.
They hadn't had a case since he had proposed and he had been thinking of her every single minute.
He slumped down on his couch and buried his face in his hands.
Hell, was there ever a time he wasn't thinking of her?
Of what she might be doing that very instant? Eating, sleeping, taking a shower. Whatever it might be, he kept going back to the fact that she was doing it alone.
Without him.
He didn't like that.
Especially the showering and sleeping part. And the eating part. Hell, he might as well admit it.
He liked doing everything with her.
He just wanted to be there to see if she was safe.
If she needed him.
He sat back on the couch.
"C'mon Booth," he chided himself. "You know she doesn't need you. She says so herself almost every single day. She can protect herself."
But he had seen the times when she needed someone.
When a criminal was firing at them and she had brought that stupid big gun of hers and had run out of ammo.
When her father had left for the second time.
When Zack turned out to be Gormogon's apprentice.
She had needed someone during those times. He was there.
He wasn't looking for recognition, he just wanted to be around to protect her.
Being completely in love with her helped a little too.
When he had first met her, he had thought about her all of the time. He just couldn't help it. She was the last thing he thought of at night and the first thing he thought of in the morning.
Four years later it wasn't all that different. Although now he knew that he was in love with her. Which scared him a little.
With Rebecca, he was just trying to do the right thing. He didn't want her to go through raising a child alone. But now, he actually wanted to marry for love.
He loved everything about his Bones. The color of her hair, the shape of her smile, and her lips. He remembered the times when he only dreamt of tasting them. He wouldn't want to lose that… privilege.
He half smiled.
Would he be considered to be 'entitled' for having that privilege?
He was in love with her. He knew that.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
Did he make the right choice in asking her to marry him?
To him that was the next logical step. You love someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them, you marry them.
Would she see it like that?
Or would she see it like being trapped in a cage? Or being tied down?
He needed to know what she thought.
If she said yes, he would be the happiest guy in the world. He would have everything.
If she said no, well… he wasn't quite sure what he'd do.
He'd still want to work with her of course. They were the best team the FBI had. He couldn't ruin that.
He'd still want to be around her.
But he didn't think he could propose again.
Not like Hodgins and Angela.
They were different.
They didn't work out.
He knew that if she gave them a chance, he would make it work.
She thought things out thoroughly and efficiently. He knew that she couldn't be rushed.
He was okay with that.
He was once a sniper. He was used to waiting.
It didn't have to mean that he wasn't anxious about her answer.
He sighed.
She would call when she was ready.
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