After arriving back at the guest house they got themselves settled back in. Until this finally person was caught this was the safest place for them, but this time Booth was not going to make any mistakes around allowing anyone her.

He had Cam use his FBI log in to do checks that he needed done, but didn't trust anyone else to do. He had her put out directives in his name to Agents to look into Michael Styers and Charlies backgrounds, bank accounts, friends, enemies, any and all information that might lead them to the person that they were going to kill Bones for.

After he got off the phone he turned to find Brennan sitting on a small love seat with her arms cross over her chest just staring at him. "Bones, are you okay?"

"You said when we got here you would tell me everything I know about you."

He sighed and went and sat down by her, "You remember our talk at your place when I told you about me?" she nodded "That is me in a nutshell."

She looked annoyed at him "That is not what I was talking about and you know it."

He turn towards her and leaned his side against the back of the love seat. "Most of this will only scratch the surface, because there are things you know about me that can't be described, just like there are things I know about you that I just can't put into words."

Before he could start to speak she reached up and slid her hand along his T shirt until she found what she was looking for. She could feel the scar through the shirt and she rolled her finger in circular motions over it. "Where did this come from?"

He lifted his hand to cover hers "At the end of a case we worked, one of the suspects had gotten infatuated with me and was going to shoot you, I stepped in front of you."

Her hand stopped tracing the scar and just looked at him. "You got shot for me?"

"I was just standing between you and her, kind of a habit to make sure I am between you and harm."

"And the one on your leg, you took that for me too?"

He smiled slightly at the memory, while staring at his lap, "Not exactly Bones." He raised his eyes to her, "That is where you shot me." He could see the color drain from her face and he quickly added, "It was an accident, a ricochet."

"I shot you?"

He chuckled as he started to tell her the story of the young girl they were going to save, hoping their information was correct, if it was they would not be solving one homicide, they would be bringing one victim home alive.

"You were dressed as Wonder Woman." She tilted her head to the side. "Okay, you don't remember who that is?"

"Not sure."

"He went to the computer and pulled up an image of wonder woman. "I have a picture of me and you and I am dressed like that."

"Right Bones and the caption says, "After a really bad date."

"Back to the story, you and I headed into the basement of this building and I turn around and you are holding that walrus of a gun of yours. To this day I do not know where the hell you would carry that big of a gun in that small of a costume." She giggled at his animated description of how big the gun was, he held his hands out as far as he could to both side of his body and then when describing how small her costume was he pulled his hands in and made a small circle with his thumbs and middle fingers are both hand touching, creating a very small circle that he turned to emphasize to her. "After carrying you into the room where the girl was, over snakes I might add. Did you know you are scared of snakes if I am around to crawl on?" He smiled at her, anyway the lock on that door was locked and you wanted to shoot it off and before I could stop you, you shot a steel door and the bullet ricocheted around and ended up in grazing my leg."

She slid her hand to the inside of his left thigh, "what about this one?"

"Red hot screw driver. Your dad and you saved me from a small time mobster guy."

She studied him as if she was trying to remember little insignificant things about him, things that, like he said, you just know. He smiled at her "I was suppose to start talking and then you were suppose to ask questions, it didn't work that way. So what is going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"What are some of the things you said I just know?"

"Wow, Okay. You know I like to wear my beer hat in the bathtub while I read a graphic novel …"

"Comic Book."

"Graphic. novel." He held her gaze, trying not to smile and failing. "You know I like the Flyers. I like my crazy socks and my ties, my way of bucking authority." He looked closer at her and realized this was not what she was asking. He took a deep breath and continued. "Okay" He sits back against the back of the couch, "I see things in myself that remind me of my father, the part of him I don't want to be like."

He faced the wall, but she could see from his profile his eyes were starting to water. She sat quietly and let him find the words to tell her in his way. He fidgeted and finally got up and started pacing back and forth as he told this story to her again. "You always told me I was not my father, but when I see this side of him coming out of me it scares me. I have to do better Bones. I have to prove I am a better man, because I never want Parker to see that side of me and I never … wanted you to see it, that is one memory I hope you don't get back. I couldn't protect my mom when I was little, but I can protect you, usually against your will, he chuckled, but I will always try to protect you." He lowered his eyes, he couldn't look at her, "I have done things to protect our country, I was given the order and I carried it out. I did my job. I did what I had to do; now I just have to make it right with God … and you."

"One time you compared me to a sniper I use to respect by the name of Broadsky, he turned vigilante and you said we were the same and Bones … that hurt. We are not the same, I followed orders, he made the call, I didn't make the call, I didn't choose, and I followed orders. He finally turned his heavy eyes to her. I have to be better for you and for Parker. The memories alone of his broken past exhausted him. "Anything else you want to know?"

She just shook her head. She had not expected this omission, but assumed that if he was telling her now, she must have known it before and was not going to push him for anymore than he already disclosed. She saw the toll it took on him to pour all that out of him.

She reached for his hand as she was standing up and led him to their room. As they climbed between the sheets and found the other, he clung to her while he poured out the pain of the memories he just relived for her. She held him, stroked his hair and softly reminded him he was a good man and it was okay to let his violent past go. She felt his grip loosen on her and his breathing even out, only then did she allow herself to fall asleep.

The next morning when he woke up he found her smiling triumphantly at him. "Bones, what are you smiling about?"

"I found out some small insignificant things about you last night."

"Oh and what were those?" he eyed her suspiciously.

"You like this side of the bed." She was pointing to the right side of the bed as she was standing facing it. "You prefer to sleep on your left side, unless I am in bed with you, then you prefer to sleep with both your arms around me, holding me tightly against you. You also snore."

"I do not snore."

"Are you sure Booth, because last night you snored?"

"One night does not mean I snore all the time."

"I didn't say you only snored last night." she countered.

"You just want to bicker."

"I was just stating my observations of you during your sleep. I can't help if you see that as bickering."

Booth stopped and stared at her for a moment. "That was sort of squinty speak, you almost sounded like your old self." He flashed her that grin that made her knees go weak. "So what else have you observed?"

"When you don't want to talk about something you fidget or you push yourself forcibly up if you are sitting and you pace."

He looked at her in disbelief "I do that?"

"Yes you do."

Thinking about it for a moment, she was right he would fidget to try to avoid the question and he would pace when he had no choice but to answer. "See, those are the little things that can't be explained. I couldn't have told you that, I didn't realize it myself."

She smiled, she knew something about him, he didn't know. That small amount of knowledge gave her more confidence than she had since she woke up with no memory.

"Pretty proud of yourself aren't you?" The look of his face was full of love as the smile that extended from his mouth to his eyes radiated nothing but respect for the woman standing facing him.

She slid between the sheets and lay face to face with him. Neither said a word. She took her fingers and lightly traced his face around his hair line, then traced the lines of his face as if processing them into her memory. While her fingers worked their way around his face, his eyes moved over hers, capturing the tiniest details. "I am sorry about last night," she began "I didn't expect what you …"

He put his fingers over her lips "Shhh, it is okay, I don't want to think about it anymore, Okay?" he kissed the tip of her nose. She simply nodded.

Slowly he moved his hand to her hip and then inching closer, he moved it across her lower back and pulled her to him, and then sliding his hand up her back to her neck, he supported her while he pushed her beneath him. He gently brought his lips to hers causing the world around them to fade. He moved his lips down her jaw line to her ear, placing lingering kisses behind her ear, while his hands sought out hers. Fingers clasp together, he raised her arms over her head and held them there while he continued his assault on her neck with his mouth. Slowly he raised his eyes up to meet hers, her eyes seemed dark bottomless blue pools of desire, his burned dark with the same desire. He released her hands, both of his hands moved to cup her face, he lowered his lips to hers again and this time they were teleported to another plane that only existed for them during this special moment, the moment they surrender completely to the other.

After a while they lay contently in each other arms Brennan realized while they were making love was when they were the most vulnerable to each other. They could feel everything the other feels, mostly the love, the pride, the physical need and release. But you could feel the pain, the sorrow, and the guilt also. She could feel it in the way he held her, the sorrow of something lost and he wasn't going to lose her. The guilt of not being able to protect his mother, but he could protect her. The pain he lived with from taking lives while he was a sniper and how working with her to catch murderers was evening the score.

She rolled her head back to look up at him. Her features softened as she looked at this man, the lines on his face almost vanished as he lay there purely relaxed. She realized then that she could not share this revelation with him; while to her it was a great gift, to him it would be opening up wounds he might not be ready to open up. She now fully understood what he meant by she knew things that could not be described; this was one of those things. She lowered her head against his chest, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

They both woke up to the sound of Booth's phone ringing. "Booth"

"Seeley, it is Camille. Just wanted you to know that we found several protected files on her computer and Angela is working on breaking the passwords on them, but it is a time consuming process. As soon as we find out anything, I will let you know."

"Thanks Cam." Booth started to hang up the phone when he heard Cam's voice yelling his name.

"What?"

"Angela wants to know if you need her to do any grocery shopping before she comes home."

"I am sure we are fine, we have enough food we could stay here for a year and never make a dent, but tell her thanks anyway."

"I will. How is Dr. Brennan holding up?"

"She is doing fine Cam," he rubbed his hand up and down her arm, I think she is tired of being more or less under house arrest, but who wouldn't be."

"Take care of yourselves and I will call you when I have something." She closed her phone ending the call. She blew out a long slow breath, time to catch this person.

She raised her head and watched his face as he laid the phone back on the night stand. He turned his head back and his brown eyes locked onto hers. "Hey" he grinned at her "You hungry." She nodded at him. "Come on lets go cook some lunch." He kissed her forehead before they got up.

As Booth was preparing lunch Brennan was sitting on a stool watching him over the counter. "Booth, have you ever thought about early retirement?"

He chuckled at her, "Where did that come from?"

"We know that I have a lot of money from the books that I wrote, not like we need to work. Was just wondering what you would think of this kind of life, being able to sleep in, do what you wanted when you wanted, without having to worry about working."

"Bones, I love it here with you, but I think I would miss working." He watched her trying to figure out where she was going with this. "What about you?" he asked.

She leveled her gaze at him, "You are really asking the woman suffering with amnesia that question?"

"Yes, I am, you have amnesia, you are not handicapped. You should be able to tell me if living this way would drive you nuts with boredom or if you think you might like it."

"You have a point, while I have found I enjoy being here with you I have found being confined is unpleasing. However, if I was able to come and go as I please, that could change."

"Of course … I am not opposed to being locked away with you at least once a year." He had his head down stirring a sauce and looked up at her through hooded eyes and gave her that Booth grin that melted her heart.

"Booth, when this is all over can you and I take a vacation somewhere, just you and me, all alone, no phones, no friends, just us."

"Sure Bones, I think we deserve that."

Booth handed her a plate of food and then dished him up some and moved to sit next to her at the counter. His phone rang "Booth"

"Hey Booth, can I talk to Bren please."

Booth held out the phone to Brennan, "Angela for you"

"Hello"

"Hey Sweetie I am breaking into your protected files and well are you where you can talk?"

"What do you mean talk?"

"Is Booth like right there?"

"Yes."

'Tonight when I get home you and I need to sit down alone, I have something you need to see and explain to me."

"Can't you tell me over the phone?"

"Oh no, this has to be done face to face. I will have Hodgins keep Booth occupied so we will have time to talk.

"You found something in one of those files?"

"Bren, I found something, but it doesn't have to do with this case in particular."

"Ange, what does it have to do with then and why is it so important that you can't mention it in front of Booth?"

"It is about Booth sweetie, I am sorry."