AN: Ok first of all this chapter was inspired by the song Your Call by Secondhand Serenade

so thats the name of the song for the lyrics at the end.

This song is beautiful and I love it.

You guys should really check it out, and if you can - listen to it when you read this.

Enjoy guys

and thank you so much for the support

March 6, 2010: Revision! Woot woot! Watching The Hero In The Hold :D One of my favorite episodes!

Booth walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, walking into the living room and looking upon Brennan sitting in one of the chairs with her laptop in her lap.

"Bones," Booth whispered tiredly "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I'm not tired," she answered simply "I thought I would catch up on my book. My editor has been calling me non-stop."

Booth groaned and pulled a pair of boxers and sweatpants out of his suitcase, setting them next to him as he sat on the couch.

"How is your back?" She whispered shyly, her voice colored with guilt.

"A little better," Booth said.

"And your feet?"

"Much better," Booth said with a weak smile "Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for. It's my fault I worked you so hard," she admitted, averting her eyes to her laptop, to stop herself from drowning in his warm brown eyes.

Booth smiled and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Don't sleep out here," she ordered quietly, her eyes roaming over his tired face.

"What?" Booth asked, the semi-conscious state sending him into a revere of confusion.

"I want you to sleep in the bedroom. It will be better for your back, and you slept out here last night. Now it's my turn," Brennan said.

He smiled and laughed gently "Are you sure?"

"You know me Booth," she said with a smile "If I wasn't I wouldn't say it."

"Good point," Booth admitted with a smile "I'll be right back," he said standing up and walking into the bedroom, changing into his boxers and sweatpants, walking out and kneeling beside her, leaning against the side and resting his head on her shoulder as he gazed at the screen "How's the writing going?"

Brennan chuckled and rested her head on his "Fine," she whispered, her heart slamming in her ears "You should get some sleep."

"I'm not tired," he whined.

Brennan laughed "You sound just like Parker. If I read you a story and tuck you in will you go to sleep?" she asked sarcastically.

"Maybe…" Booth droned "Depends on the book."

Brennan chuckled and nuzzled her nose lightly into his hair "Go. Get some rest. You are going to be very sore tomorrow, but you should at least be well rested."

"I don't get tucked in?" Booth asked in his sad kid voice.

"Booth you're a grown man, you don't need to be tucked in anymore," Brennan argued quietly.

"Humor me," he whispered.

"Booth…"

"Please," he asked, his voice pleading.

Brennan sighed and moved the laptop from her lap "Ok," she said quietly "Get into bed."

"Geez Bones, I didn't know you liked me like that," Booth said sarcastically.

Brennan slapped his back and Booth jumped forward "Ow!" he said, turning his head to look at the red spot on his shoulder.

"You deserved it," Brennan said, pushing him into the room.

Booth chuckled and stumbled through the threshold, pulling the blankets back and flopping on the bed, jumping and thrashing with a goofy smile before finally stilling and brought his hands behind his head. "This is comfortable," he said.

Brennan rolled her eyes and shook her head "Get situated," she ordered.

Booth squirmed around and rested on his side, his back to the door, hugging a pillow close to his chest and looking up at her with sparkling, but tired eyes. "I'm situated."

Brennan smiled and pulled the blankets over his legs, stopping at his hips, before speaking. "Do you want me to cocoon you in?" Brennan asked playfully, an amused smile on her lips.

Booth chuckled "Nah, this is fine," he said "Thanks."

"No problem," Brennan said, leaning down and lightly kissing his temple, his eyes automatically closing, before her fingers ran down his arm tenderly. "Good night Booth."

Booth reached over and lightly squeezed her hand "Night Bones."

Booth held back a sigh of loneliness as he felt her hand slip away from his, he himself feeling completely cold except for that one spot on his temple, where she placed her soft lips.

That spot burned, compared to the freezing feeling he felt everywhere else. He felt better with her beside him, and he was almost certain, that without her, he wouldn't be getting much sleep at all.

He tossed and turned for the next hour, and Brennan listened from the living room, standing and timidly walking into the bedroom before she decided to get some sleep."Booth?" she asked, knowing he was still awake "Are you ok?"

Booth sighed and looked over to her "Not really," he said, sitting up "I can't get to sleep."

"Why not?" Brennan asked, coming to stand on the other side of the bed and gently sit on the edge.

"If I knew, I would fix it and be asleep by now," Booth said with a tired humor.

Brennan thought for a second and then whispered "Turn on your side, away from me."

"Ok…" Booth murmured confused; turning in the direction she wanted.

Brennan laid down in the same direction and pressed her finger tips to his back, applying small pierces of pressure up and down his spinal cord, branching off towards his shoulders, sides and lower back.

Booth groaned as pleasure surged through his back, from both the massage and from being touched by Bones, his Bones.

Her fingers roamed over the toned muscles in his back, her own hand movements relaxing her, and causing her eyes to close dangerously.

Booth felt himself falling into sleep, and he unconsciously reached back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm over his waist and bringing it to his chest. He lightly kissed her knuckles and threw the blankets over her.

Brennan was too tired to fight him, and truthfully didn't want too, so she rested her head against the hard panes of his back and sighed happily, his heart beating gently against her cheek.

The two fell asleep in this position and didn't move for the rest of the night.

One with her face buried in his back, trying anything to get closer.

The other locking her wrist in his hand, desperate to keep her with him, never wanting to let her go.

'Cause I was born to tell you I love you…

And I am torn to do what I have to…

To make you mine…

Stay with me tonight…