It's a short but I think that it plays well with the 100th even if it's a tag for 101. Still not mine.
What Had I Done?"
With the exception of going to England, and our very first traveling case, we've always shared a room and quiet often we've shared a bed. It was one of those things that we've never discussed but just always done it. It was usually the upside of these trips, I don't get to be in the lab working directly with the remains, but I get to sleep in the same bed as Booth without a fight or any talk of relationships.
But not this time, because I stopped him, and us from going forward because I was afraid of what could be. So this time we were in my hometown, where I was always considered a loser, my parents left, and my brother left, I was alone in a room laying up in a bed looking up at the ceiling wondering if I would ever be able to get to sleep, because this time he's not next to me.
Throughout the whole case, he seemed to be fine until I asked him to dance with me during the Seal song and then he panicked, and when he caved and agreed to dance with me, he held me at a distance looking everywhere but at me.
When I told him it was like the prom that I never had, he just pulled me closer and danced with me. For the millionth time this week, I questioned: "what had I done?"
Are you out there?
Baby Rose