AN: Being that I'm totally preggers right now and weep over every B/B declaration of affection no matter how well written, I thought I'd throw this little piece together. I heard this song on the radio on the way home from work and it made me teary because my Bones Tourettes kicked in and I thought it was the most perfect expression of their feelings that I've ever heard. Anyway, this is short but hopefully sweet without being too sappy. Enjoy.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart

Without saying a word, you can light up the dark

Try as I may I could never explain

What I hear when you don't say a thing

-When you say nothing at all, Allison Krauss-

Brennan stood on the platform at the Jeffersonian as she looked over a set of remains from bone storage. It had been a full three weeks since Booth's release from the hospital, and while she was worried at first that he'd forgotten who she was, he assured her that wasn't the case. Still the fact that for even a moment he thought that they were married completely freaked her out because he knew her views on marriage and there was no way she would ever…

She shook her head to clear the thoughts whirling around in her head. Needless to say, the thought scared her. That was why for the past three weeks she'd holed up in bone storage hoping that they wouldn't have a case. If there was no case then there was no need to speak to Booth and she could get a better grasp of what she was feeling. Understanding human emotion was never her strong point, and she still found herself at a loss now.

Rationally speaking, she knew that she was attracted to him, but that was never an issue. It would be difficult to not find someone as symmetrical as Booth attractive. He obviously knew he was good looking because he'd even referred to himself as sexy before. Obviously the looks were a non-issue. Angela kept insisting that there was more going on than just attraction though, insisting that she loved Booth. That was ridiculous though. She cared for him, sure. He was her partner and her best friend and she nearly lost him again.

She squeezed her eyes shut before blowing out a breath, her cheeks puffing out to the sides. This had to stop. She had to stop thinking about him. The problem was, in the last three weeks, she came to one very definite conclusion. She missed him. It scared her that she could miss one person so much, and had to remind herself to not call him just to see how his day went. No, she needed time to process, and he seemed to understand, giving her the time and space she needed, just like he always did.

"Ugh, this isn't helping," she voiced to the skull she held in her hand. For a moment she stared into the empty sockets, Shakespeare running through her mind. Alas poor Yorrick, for I knew him Horatio. That was just it though. Okay so the skull wasn't Booth, but the idea was the same. She knew Booth. She invariably knew how he would react to any given situation, and had even begun heeding his advice because she knew he was right. He'd been right about Ian Wexler, and about her foray into dating two men at the same time. He was right about the idea that there was someone out there for her, but why couldn't he just say who it was that was supposed to be there?

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and instantly she knew one other thing. He was standing at the base of the platform, looking at her. Temperance set down the skull and turned around. Instantly she was lost in his warm, reassuring gaze. Everything was so clear to her as she felt herself light up at his smile. She finally understood what everyone else had known for so long.

The noise in the lab seemed to disappear as did everything around her until it was just the two of them, gazes locked and their very beings in orbit around each other.

"Hello," she said and watched as his smile grew. There was no longer any doubt in her mind as to what he was trying to say to her, and she smiled back.

"So, I was wondering if maybe… I don't want us to turn into coffee." Temperance almost laughed at the absurdity of his statement, but understood what he meant. She pulled off her latex gloves and left the platform to head for her office. Booth followed her like she knew he would.

"We'll never be coffee Booth."

"Then you've made up your mind on whatever it is that's kept you away for three weeks?" She turned to face him as she unbuttoned her lab coat.

"I haven't gone anywhere in the past three weeks." Before he could respond, she grinned to let him know she was just joking around with him. He rolled his eyes just a little bit. Of course she'd pick this moment to joke around. "As a matter of fact I think I've finally caught up to what Angela would call my own reality."

"Oh? And what exactly is that reality?" Brennan approached Booth and rested her hands on his chest as if she needed physical proof that he was indeed standing there in front of her. Within an instant his hands were covering hers and if she hadn't been sure before, this would only have confirmed her realization. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her response and she felt a surge of warmth wash over her as she again became lost in the comfort of his gaze.

"I've come to understand that sometimes what you don't say means the world to me."

"And what is it that I'm not saying?"

"Everything that I need to hear." Temperance slipped her hands from under his and wrapped them around his neck. They were so close and yet there was still too much distance between them. As his own arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against him, she leaned up enough to meet his lips. That simple gesture was enough to let her know that the expression was true; sometimes you can say it best when you say nothing at all.