Never doubted it for a second

Brennan didn't know what to do at first. Well at first she thought she was having an hallucination. It's possible, she's very tired and had wine at Angela's with her dinner. So the second thing that came to mind was that she was seeing a ghost, but then she remembered that she didn't believe in ghosts, so she took an immediate action, kiss him, or kick the shit out of him. Of course, none of these things were possible with a sleeping Emma curled into her, so she took a different root, She glared at him, and walked up to him, and then veered to the right, placing Emma in her bed.

"Bones" Seeley Booth follows her with his gaze, marveling at seeing her again, and the tiny being in her arms he's yet to meet.

"Shh!" Brennan scolds, coming out of Emma's room and advancing on him.

Booth backs up as quickly as his feet will allow, hands up, and trips on a rug when he gets to the kitchen. He falls back into the table, but catches himself just enough so he doesn't hurt himself. Brennan's eyes are narrowed, and her hands are balled into fists, a warning anyone would see is a threat on their life.

Brennan of course does the same thing she did last time he did this too her, only this time she has enough pent up emotion, more than a years worth, so she punches him in the face, once in the eye, and again in the nose, and then knees him in the groin; Part of her wants to kick him while he lies there on the floor, holding himself with one hand, and clutching his nose with the other.

"Ah!" He lets out, very loudly and Brennan automatically turns her head towards Emma's room. Emma doesn't wake up.

"Shut up Booth!" She yells in a whisper.

"You hit me…and kicked me, what was I supposed to do?!" He whispers back, a strain in his voice as he tries to get up. He leans himself up against the fridge and rises up. Still holding where he's been either kicked, or punched.

"Take it." She says, walking passed him in a huff and wetting a paper towel then placing it on his face. Of course she meant take it like a man.

Booth takes the paper towel gladly, dabbing at the blood that's practically pouring out of his nose. "I thought you'd be happy to see me." His face says pain, but his eyes say he's happy to see her, and that he's missed her.

Brennan again doesn't know what to do…she sort of just stands there in the kitchen, not a word out of her mouth, breathing silently. She takes a hand and brushes her hair out of her eyes, leaving her hand over her forehead, while the other comes up to her mouth. Booth continues to dab his nose, but all the while starring at her from over the bloody paper towel.

Everything is quiet until Booth's nose stops bleeding and he washes his hands in the sink. He dries his hands off, and looks at Brennan, and sees she's fighting back something he knows to be tears, he's fighting the same thing. So he tries to do what he always used to do when she was upset, hug her. But when he goes over and starts to wrap his arms around her, she steps away, and leaves him there in the kitchen as she walks into the living room.

He follows, looking around as he does so. Her place pretty much looks the same, from the last time he was here, except for the pictures on the fridge, and the highchair in the kitchen, along with a few stray toys Brennan has yet to pick up, that scatter the living room rug. When he reaches the living room, there's Brennan, sitting forward on the sofa, head in hands.

He can't help but sit beside her, again trying to comfort her, but she pushes him away, moving to the other side of the sofa. He wonders to himself when, in the world she's become this way. And he comes to the obvious conclusion that he did this to her. But the only way he knows how to fix it, she wont let him do.

Brennan sighs into her hands, her hair again falling into her face but she ignores it. She can sense Booth sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. So close, and she wants him to hold her, and not hold her at the same time. If she lets him, then it's like she's forgiving him for faking his death, and as if she hasn't gotten the point across already, she sort of hates him right now.

"look, I'm sorry Bones." Booth slides over a little closer.

The sound of her pet name sends a chill through her, but she doesn't show it.

"I had a case!" He stresses above a whisper. "I had to do it. If I hadn't I would never have caught the guy." Booth leans forward, trying to see under her wall of hair.

"Who?" She manages to look up, tears almost spilling over. And she curses herself inside for it.

"The real Gravedigger." Booth says, with a smile he can't seem to help. He's been undercover for more than a year, and it finally paid off, if not with a few consequences.

Brennan's body shoots upward and she gives Booth a questioning expression. Somehow for that brief second, she forgot why she was upset with him. She remembers painfully the time she and Hodgin's were buried alive in her car, with only twelve hours worth of oxygen to live off of. And then her race against the clock to save Booth on a ship in the ocean.

"Who is it?"

"A nobody, just some guy named Adam Hostler, who had Heather Taffet do is bidding for him." Booth feels more at ease now, like he used to whenever the two of them would talk about a case, He wouldn't even mind if they bickered.

"Oh…" Brennan replies, sitting back against the sofa. She can feel the anger at Heather Taffet rising within her, and she lets out a heavy sigh.

"But He's in jail…so no more Gravedigger, for good." Booth looks at her reassuringly, and brings a hand to rest on the back of the sofa, behind her body.

"Good." She seethes, and then lets herself calm down. She looks at him, her lips in a perfect line. She wants to hug him. They always used to hug, pretty much after every case. She then gets up, suddenly to Booth but Brennan's just very tired.

"I'm sorry Bones." He shoots up to stand in front of her.

"I know you are…" Her logical thought process over taking her true emotions, one of her old defense mechanisms.

Booth stands there, he's tired of this charade and just does what he feels. He moves forward as quickly as possible and takes her into his arms. She fights back for a minute or two, but he doesn't let up, even though her constant struggle is hurting him all over, physically and mentally.

"Bones" He says, and she finally gives in, holding onto him tightly, and letting a single tear slip from her blue green eyes.

"I was there! I saw you bleed out on the operating table." She cries into his shirt.

"Shh, I'm here now, look, I'm okay." He puts her at arms length, so she can see just how fine he is, from his always clean shaven face, to his muscular arms and body. She nods, and hugs him to her this time, sniffling and trying not to cry so much. Again cursing herself for being so damn emotional.

They hold each other for quite some time, booth whispering how sorry he is over and over and over again, until Brennan lets out a yawn, and she leaves him to sleep on the couch.

~Bones~

Brennan wakes up late the next morning, shooting up out of bed to realize that it's past Emma's time to wake up. It's eight and Emma usually wakes up around five or six. She gets out of bed, pulling on a pair of socks and leaves her room and goes across the hall to Emma's empty one. Brennan Panics at first, but the sound of her baby girl's laughter from the kitchen puts her at ease in seconds.

Walking in a hurry down the hall she reaches the kitchen, and finds Booth feeding Emma. Emma is laughing while Booth pretends her spoon of banana is a fighter jet. Making all the necessary sounds as he flies the spoon into her waiting mouth. Brennan can't help but smile.

Booth then looks up, "Morning sleepy head." He stands upright and gives Brennan a genuine smile, one that heightens his striking features.

"I am so sorry, I never do that." She goes over and scoops Emma up out of her highchair. She kisses her face and hugs her to her.

"That's alright, even mommies need to sleep in, huh?" He tickles Emma. " I feel bad though, I've been playing with her for the past two hours and I don't know what her name is."

"Emma." Brennan says, placing Emma on the ground. Emma looks up at the two of them.

"Booth." Emma says and then giggles, running into her room.

"She certainly knows my name, she's been saying it all morning." Booth smiles again, not being able to wipe it off his face, but than cringes, a bruise forming where Brennan had punched him the night before.

"Yeah she just started saying it yesterday…I don't know why." Even though she does.

"Well she is beautiful, looks just like you, Bones"

Brennan snorts, "She looks just like you." She gives him a look, and for some reason his jaw drops. He should have known. She had promised him right before his surgery that she's continue with the pregnancy.

"Wow…" He's speechless for a moment, while Brennan pours herself and him a cup of coffee. She had set it the day before for when she wakes up with Emma, but it's still hot.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't know." Brennan pulls out a chair from the kitchen table and sits down.

"No, I have been undercover, I wasn't allowed to contact any of you, or even be anywhere near you." He lowers himself into a chair , placing a hand under his chin, staring off in disbelief.

"What About Parker?" She takes a gulp of the hot coffee.

"I saw him before I came to you. I thought he was going to have a heart attack."

"Well, yeah, he's been thinking you've been dead for almost two years….poor kid." Brennan looks away from Booth, feeling herself becoming angry at him again. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, they were only partners before he "died", it shouldn't be any different now.

"How is everyone?" He asks after a few minutes, cocking his head in interest.

"Everyone's good, Booth…I took a sabbatical…after…"

"Oh…" He didn't know what to say to that.

"Angela and Hodgins finally got married."

"Yeah…I was there." He looks down into his cup.

"You were?" Brennan looks at him confused. Figuring he's been off the face of the earth for that past two years.

He leans forward on the table, "Yeah, I saw the enouncement in the paper, and I just had to go, I missed you guys…You looked beautiful." He then adds, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Brennan doesn't say anything at that, she sort of just blushes, and drinks her coffee, not looking at him. Emma comes running back into the kitchen, she's always doing something.

"Hey Sweet pea." Brennan says so motherly as she holds her arms out to her baby girl, that it kind of sends a shock through Booth.

"I knew you'd make a great mother." He points out.

"You think so?" Brennan pulls a strand of Emma's curls behind her ear.

"Never doubted it for a second."

"You were never one to doubt me to begin with." Brennan stands up and Booth does too.

Booth looks from one face to the other, missing the one so much even though she's standing right in front of him, and wanting to start loving the other, his daughter. "Can I hold her?" He asks, even though he's probably held her a lot these past couple of hours, but she gets that there is a whole new meaning to the general action now.

"Of course." Brennan hands her daughter over to Booth, who's warm brown eyes light up like the sun in June. She leaves the two of them alone, while she goes to get dressed for the day.

She comes back a few minutes late to find Booth still standing in the kitchen, Emma hugging him ever so tightly around his neck. Booths eyes closed, wrapped in his own bliss.

"I've been seeing sweets monthly," She says after a moment or two.

Booth opens his eyes and turns towards the sound of her voice. "What is he gone somewhere?"

Brennan Laughs, a sound Booth as missed. "No, I see him by appointment." She starts to rinse the cups in the sink, like her giving into the workings Psychology is a thing of the past. Completely no big deal.

Booth Raises and eyebrow, "What?"

"I'm not the same girl I used to be."

Okay! So as you can see, I made it so Brennan isn't exactly the same person Booth left behind when he faked his own death. I know we all love "Bones" the way she is, but sometimes people change, plus is it extremely hard to write what she says, she says to many intellectual things, And I just can't come up with enough. So I hope you liked it, and please review, there will be a few more chapters.