How could not have noticed the scars? How did something like that go unnoticed when her dress had left the skin exposed? Hell, he'd been trying to memorize every detail of her body through the evening and yet he had missed such an important one. Normally, he would giver her her space until she came to him ready to talk, but he needed to know how she had gotten bitten. Realizing that it was useless to sit there and wonder, he pulled on his boxers and went after her.

Booth knocked softly before he eased the bathroom door open and entered to find her standing motionless in the middle of the tile floor with the sheet still wrapped around her. Her eyes were glazed over and her face revealed nothing. She could've been angry or happy or devastated and he wouldn't be able to tell.

"Temp?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

"I'm so so sorry, Booth," Brennan breathed, trembling with heavy emotion.

Booth couldn't take it anymore; he crossed the bathroom and reached out to pull her to him, but she held up her hand to his chest and stopped him.

Brennan put a hand to his chest to stop him from coming any closer, she couldn't handle him holding her when she needed a clear mind to sort everything out. Questions that had yet to be answered thrashed inside her skull so much that it made her head spin. How many people had she actually killed? How would Booth react? How could she ever face the memories of that day? How would Booth take it? How could they have left her there? How could he do that to her? How could he have enjoyed it?

"Bones-"

She cut him off with a sharp shake of her head; she was slowly losing her grip on her composure and now had to squeeze her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from screaming.

It was obvious that he had to act fast if he wanted to catch her before she fell. He realized then that she was more similar to him than he had thought- she had killed and she had scarred. Right now, his girl needed comfort and who was he to deny her the peace of mind that she had gone completely out of her way to give him. He leaned in so that he was inches away, but not touching.

"I forgive you," he whispered, as if afraid to shatter her with the sound.

Her shimmering sapphires raised to meet his chocolate browns.

"What?" she rasped.

"I forgive you."

"But Booth-" she paused and sucked in a breath. "I forgot about the others. There are more than forty-four people on my list."

His forehead wrinkled as he tried to see past her statement.

"I just remembered the ones that I'd sniped- I was just focusing on my Marine kills. I forgot about the people that I'd gone to assassinate close up and the others who died because they got in my way."

This was a lot to process and it made Booth feel lightheaded and dizzy. Had she actually killed more people than him?

"108."

Holy shit.

"Damn," Booth muttered as he took a step back to try and wrap his head around it.

"Do you regret it?" she hiccuped slightly as her sobs slowly rose in her throat. Her eyes threatened to spill over at any sudden movement and now he could tell that she was barely holding it together.

"Regret what?"

"Sleeping with me."

Is she really that blind?

"No, making love to you was the best thing I've ever done in my life," he sighed lovingly, the emotions that their torrid night together stirred up came flooding back to him stronger than ever.

It was the right thing and he knew it as she looked up at him and smiled with genuine relief.

"I'll tell you about the scar tonight," she nodded softly.

"Thank you," he paused and slowly his eyes began to smolder again. "Now, about last night-"

"Yeah?" she asked coyly as she reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I'm going to need to shower pretty good to take care of that sweat."

He grinned wickedly at her before reaching into the shower and cranking on the water to a comfortable temperature. After that, she watched him as he stripped off his boxers before granting him the same pleasure as she let the sheet pool around her ankles at the floor. They met in a another passionate embrace before stepping under the spray together.

I'm tired, I woke up early to continue writing this so the least you could do is review while I get my coffee.