December 14th: amc815 chose the word "stakeout"… and I crazy-grinned and said "Hell. Yes." Takes place at the beginning of Season 5.

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Booth stared out the window and sighed. Tonight's case had been simple. All he had to do was sit and make sure no one left the house. He had mistakenly thought that with the lack of danger and long hours, some company would be nice for the assignment. He should have known better. It had been years since he had let her tag along on a stakeout and now he was remembering why. The two of them locked in a car for hours on end, at night, usually arguing because they disagreed on well, everything...

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?" She asked with a heavy sigh.

"I don't know. Anything." He begged. Anything to take his attention away from the smell of her perfume lingering in the air or the way her pale skin looked lit only by the moonlight.

"Okay, what did you do today?" She asked.

"I had my 2 month check up at the hospital." He said casually. She was silent for a beat before responding.

"How did it go?" She asked tentatively. Booth was surprised by her change of tone.

"It went fine. No problems." She looked visibly relieved.

"And your memories have all come back?"

"Yep. Although, I guess I wouldn't know if they hadn't." He frowned. "But luckily, it was all just inconsequential stuff. You know, socks, belt buckle, clowns."

"Yes, but I can imagine that it would be quite frightening to realize that you don't remember." Booth glanced out the window again. "I know I was frightened when you forgot who I was." She confessed. He turned to look at her, surprised that she could think such a thing.

"I didn't forget you. I could never forget you." He said as he reached out to touch her hand. A jolt of electricity shot through his body at the contact. "We have something, Bones. A connection or whatever you want to call it. It doesn't just go away." Suddenly, the fact that their seats were pushed back and they were facing each other made the conversation seem more intimate, more like pillow talk than two people in the middle of a stakeout. "I may not have known how I knew you but I still knew how I felt about you."

"Booth, you thought that we were married." She pointed out. "You thought that you were in love with me." He locked eyes with her and watched as her own words sank in. The air in the car became thick as she searched his eyes for an explanation. When she found it, she began to panic.

"No." She said, taking back her hand.

"Bones…" He started, not wanting to scare her.

"No, you couldn't even remember my name!" She said, brushing off his unspoken confession.

"That's how I knew it was real." He said quietly, as if a soft voice would scare her less. "When I knew nothing else, not even your name, I looked at you and I felt that connection." He said simply. "You've got to feel it too."

"Of course I feel it!" She cried. "I'm the one who is constantly pacing in waiting rooms wondering how long it's going to last!" She closed her eyes and turned onto her back, overwhelmed with where the conversation was headed. "God, what is wrong with me?" She asked the ceiling. "I never used to care if people walked in and out of my life but with you…" She paused before turning to look at him. "After years of experience, shouldn't I be more prepared for your death? Or at least know how to act or feel when something like this happens?" She asked him rhetorically. "But no, every time you find a new and interesting way to send me reeling! A bomb in my kitchen was bad, being kidnapped by the Gravedigger was worse, and feeling your heart stop under my hands? At the time, I thought it couldn't possibly get any worse than that. But to have you forget who I was..." She shook her head as tears finally began to fall. Booth stared at her, stunned by her outburst. Once he finally broke out of his frozen state, he knew exactly what he had to do.

"Come on." He said as he slid to the backseat of the SUV, motioning for her to join him. She looked at him like he was crazy. "I want to hug you; I can't do it from up there." He explained. She rolled her eyes but joined him in the back seat. He wrapped his arms around her and she closed her eyes, instantly feeling calmer. "I could never forget you." He repeated as he rubbed her back. "Your name might have been in my brain but you were in my heart." He said. "And nothing and no one can ever change that." He put his finger under her chin and he raised her face to look at him. "I promise." She examined his eyes for a moment, checking to see if he was really sincere. He must have passed her test because she leaned in and kissed him. She kissed him with all of her fiery passion for him, her hatred and love mixing together and pouring out of her body and into his.

Before he knew it, she was moving to straddle him, kissing his neck as she pulled up his t-shirt. The entire moment was a blur that he didn't want to stop and analyze. There was something that felt so natural and right in the moment that he couldn't fight it, even if they were in the backseat of the SUV. He tugged at her jacket and she lifted it off and removed her blouse. She paused only to roll off of him to remove her jeans. Booth took advantage of the opportunity by shedding the last of his clothes too. He finished faster and reached under the seat and lowered it back to 180 degrees. She smiled at his consideration and she laid down on the now flat surface. He crawled over top of her and kissed a trail from her swollen lips to the valley of her breasts as he removed her bra. He continued down the flat expanse of pale skin, loving the taste of her under him more than he could even describe. He slid her panties down her ankles and she gracefully kicked them aside. He looked down at her and couldn't help but freeze.

"You're beautiful." He told her, unable to hide his awe. She sat up and slid her arms around his neck, pulling him back down over top of her as she fell back onto the seat. He could feel her warm and welcoming heat as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her softly as he gently pressed himself into her. She fit him like a glove and he shivered as he felt her fingers running the length of his spine in encouragement. He moved slowly at first, watching in interest as her eyes fluttered shut as she took his first full strokes, but as they became more comfortable, the desire overrode all of their senses. Before long, they were shattering in each other's arms. Booth collapsed next to her and swung his arm over his eyes as he fought desperately to catch his breath.

"Wow." He exhaled. He knew that it would be good, but he never expected that. She propped herself up on her elbow to watch him. "I haven't done that since I was seventeen." He confessed as he turned to look at her.

"Have sex in a car?" She teased.

"First? Yeah. Call me old fashioned, Bones, but I think that the first time that you have sex with a person, it should be done in a location with walls." He said. "After that, well…" He grinned, letting their minds stumble into the gutter as they recalled various fantasies they had concocted for each other over the years. They both blushed as they realized they were lost in their own filthy thoughts. "Then again, we've never been traditional." Booth conceded. Brennan smiled as she shook her head and pulled him in for another long kiss.