AN: Again I'm sorry about short chapters, but I have this and two other chapters already written and I will place them up once every day. And the last chapter I wrote, even though still kinda short, is starting to get some length. Just relax, we're getting to the good stuff, don't worry.

He couldn't help but think he was betraying her, but hell, Karma's a bitch right?

Wrong, Seeley Booth was never a man who acted like that. But the second he saw how…jealous…Brennan looked when Agent Perotta gave him the one over, the demon inside of him screamed for the opportunity.

'Do it! Do it! She's shattered your heart like this! Give it back to her!'

Booth smirked at Perotta across the interrogation table, answering her questions while fighting with his conscious, but then his shoulders fell and he gained his sense.

'You are supposed to protect her. From the second you met her, you promised yourself to protect her. Sure it started out just physical, but when you learned how vulnerable she was, you bumped it up to physically and emotionally. She isn't as in tuned with emotions as she should be, but what kind of man would you be if you purposefully hurt your best friend, your partner, and the love of your life.'

Booth sighed; sure the wakeup call wouldn't hurt, but…well that's exactly what it would do. It would hurt her, and she would run, and as much as Booth didn't want to admit it, he needed her.

And truthfully, she was the only woman he wanted, which is why she was the one who got the liberty of staying up all night with him so he didn't slip into a coma.

As he held her hand and talked to her as they skated around the rink, he kept remembering a week before, the case that brought them to the circus, and brought them not only to their new undercover personas, but a very small trailer, where said personas would be staying.

As Cam observed, there was only one bed, and as assumed, they did have to sleep together, or well, sleep beside each other.

He remembered each night, because each night was a precious recreation of the other.

They fell asleep with their backs to each other, but during the night they would toss and turn and end up intertwined together.

Some days her head was tucked into his neck, her legs curled against his stomach, and her hands on his chest, and some days, her back was aligned with his chest, her hands resting gently on his strong arms that he had wrapped around her.

But one night, one night stuck out the most. He couldn't sleep that night, and he lay propped on his elbow as he watched her sleep. Occasionally he would reach out and brush his knuckle against the soft skin of her cheek, and occasionally, he would rest his palm on her cheek, and caress her soft skin, but every time he would pull back, only to return to touching her again.

His thumb brushed against her cheek once, and she moved. His hand jerked back, and he lowered it quickly before her eyes opened a fraction and her arms rose over her head to stretch her back.

"Booth," she mumbled "What's wrong?"

"Can't sleep," Booth whispered, placing his hand on her shoulder gently "I didn't mean to wake you."

Brennan smiled and rolled onto her side, reaching behind her and grabbing his wrist. She pulled his arm over her waist and placed his hand on her stomach, her hand covering his as she closed her eyes and mumbled "Go to sleep," before she stilled and her breathing slowed.

He couldn't get the warming feeling out of chest, even well past waking up, because he knew that she was well aware and conscious of what she was doing. And it seemed that that was all he needed to fall asleep.

He tucked his arm under his pillow, and laced his fingers with hers gently, holding her hand as he tightened his hold around her waist, and pulled her tighter into his chest.

His nose buried in her hair, and her smell deliriously suffocated him, as he found his eyes closing, and his breath slowing. He never really mumbled things before he went to sleep, but beyond his better effort, the last words he uttered that night before he dropped into euphoria, was her name.

The warmth was still in his chest when he thought about it. And when he looked into her smiling face, and placed his hands on her hips, he couldn't help but feel the gentle warmth blossom into a full blown flame when he told her;

"I'm never gonna make you fall. I'm always here."