Booth brought out two of his fancier glasses which he only uses when there is company. He pulled out a bottle of his favorite aged whiskey from his cupboard. "Since you're already here, might as well enjoy the night with some good 'ol whiskey." Booth poured whiskey into the glasses and gave one to Brennan. "Cheers!"
Brennan sipped her drink slowly, trying to enjoy each drop. "This is very good whiskey, Booth. Thank you very much! So, tell me about your day."
"It was awful. I didn't get any information that can help us disprove Dr. Kutner's suicide. No one knows anything about him." Booth ranted. He was frustrated and it showed in his voice. "And Sweets, he was no help either! Did you find out anything useful when you were analyzing his bones?"
Brennan pouted. "Everything the police mentioned in their report checks out. I didn't find any conflicting evidence when I was in the lab." She raised her glass of whiskey. "That's why I'm here drowning my sorrows."
Brennan started rambling. "When my parents disappeared and Russ left, the thought of committing suicide constantly crossed my mind. It was the hope of finding mom, dad and Russ that kept me going each day. Dr. Kutner had it even worse than me. His parents were shot to death and he was left alone in this world, when he was only 6 years old. He survived all of that. It doesn't make sense that he would give up now." She was looking into Booth's eyes, teary-eyed. "He didn't commit suicide. You have to trust me on this."
Booth's heart ached, sharing Brennan's sorrow. He could never bear seeing Brennan crying. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around Brennan, giving her a warm, intimate hug. "I trust you completely, Bones."
Brennan wiped the tears off her eyes. She looked deep into Booth's eyes. She whispered quietly on Booth's right ear. "Thank you, Booth. You always make me feel better." She gave Booth a soft kiss on his right cheek. Booth tilted his head slightly, making his lips touch Brennan's. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.