I, once again, am so sorry for the delay in giving you an update. Sometimes I really suck at making time for my writing. I'm probably also going to suck even more to some of you because I'm writing Zack out of this fic. I had an idea to incorporate the season finale into this story so this chapter starts from where that episode ended. I'm all about the feelings and I just really wanted to write about the emotions of finding about Zack, so I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.

They sat in the stairwell of the Jeffersonian with Brennan's head resting on Booth's shoulder and Booth's head lying on top of hers. They sat there for hours, neither of them able to find words that could begin to explain the situation or what they were feeling. Booth finally stood up and took Brennan's hand into his and helped her to her feet. He put her arm around her shoulders and they walked out of the Jeffersonian in silence. They got into the SUV and drove towards Brennan's apartment, Brennan staring out the window all the while gripping Booth's right hand with her left.

When they got into Brennan's apartment Booth sat on the couch while Brennan headed toward the kitchen. She came back with a beer for Booth that she handed to him as she sat down.

"We're gonna need a lot more alcohol than this, Bones."

Brennan turned the corner of her lips up ever so slightly; she stared into Booth's eyes and began to shake her head no.

"What?" Booth asked.

"I just don't know," Brennan replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean … I thought I knew Zack. How can you think you know anything when someone you thought you knew so well turns out to be a murderer?"

"You did know Zack, Bones. You just didn't know that what you knew about Zack would manifest itself in him being lured in by Gormogon. No one could have seen this coming."

"I should have," said Brennan succinctly.

"Stop blaming yourself. Zack is a grown man, he made a decision, this is nobody's fault but his."

"I can't believe this is happening."

"I know," Booth said as Brennan dropped her head into his shoulder, "me neither. It's like a bad dream."

"Like it's not even real," Brennan replied without even looking up from Booth's shoulder.

Booth lifted Brennan's head from his shoulder and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Does that feel real?" Booth asked.

"Yeah," Brennan responded as she leaned in and kissed Booth a little more passionately. Booth deepened the kiss and then he felt Brennan's hands grab the end of his shirt and begin to lift it upward. He broke the kiss.

"Are you sure you want to do this right now?" Booth asked resting his forehead against Brennan's.

"Yes."

"Bones, you're feeling like …"

"I'm not feeling anything. But you, you make me feel something. I just want to feel something." Brennan replied with her big blue eyes gazing into Booth's.

Booth stroked Brennan's face and then leaned in and kissed her again. He grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet and led her to her bedroom. When they arrived, each of them started removing each others clothes, item by item, slowly. Booth stopped every so often to look Brennan in the eyes and kiss her passionately. When all their clothes lined Brennan's floor and they were lying on the bed, Booth on top of Brennan, he took a stray hair and placed it behind her ear, "You're beautiful," was all he said before he placed kisses all of her body and they became one for the first time.

When they were finished, Brennan rested her head on Booth's bear chest, "I love you, Booth."

Booth smiled and kissed the top of Brennan's head, "I love you, too."

I know it's short, but it's something. Let me know what you thought.