I know, another long wait guys, sorry. But you know, real life and all. I've actually had this written for a while, but i decided to wait to post it for some reason... i'm not sure what's wrong with me... i hope you all had a good christmas, and have a good new year :D and i hope this makes you less sad than it makes me. Enjoy.

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear the floor creak, and only realized someone's presence when the light was switched on, it made him jump, and the picture he had been holding fell to the floor. He turned to find Bones, hands on hips, with not a particularly comforting expression on her face, "Who was on the phone?"

Chapter 36

"Bones," he started, softly, wishing she'd waited a few more minutes to give him time to think of a way he could explain this to her – without it ending in him being brutally murdered.

"Don't," she said, her blue eyes were full of anger, but also tears.

He watched her carefully, his heart sank a little at the look on her face, but when he studied her in more detail, he knew he'd made the right choice. There were huge bags under her eyes, worsened by the harsh bright lights that had recently flooded the room. Maybe it would be better to jump in in the deep end.

"That was Gordon Gordon," he started, quickly glancing at her, scared to look for too long, "I asked him if he'd come round here, talk to Elena."

"And why would he want to do that?"

"Because she needs his help,"

"We don't need – she… you didn't even talk to me," she said, accusation colouring her tone.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, this time meeting her eyes. "It was, I didn't think you'd like the idea."

"So you just went ahead and rang him anyway?" She said bitterly.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, suddenly he was aware of the distance between them, and he closed it, taking her hand in his. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she looked up at him despairingly.

"You love her too much to have been the one to call," Booth said, resting his forehead on hers. "You love her too much to be the one to make her relive it all again." He said, his heart breaking a little bit more with every tear that rolled down her cheeks. "You can't do everything for her - we can't make her better but he might be able to,"

She buried her head in his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her. "I love her so much," she whispered.

"I know," he whispered, "And that's why I rang."

"Do you really think he'll help?" she whispered back tearfully.

"He's the best," he said, and that was the only reassurance he could give her, as he tightened his arms around her, and felt her hands travel up his back.

She breathed in, nowadays being in his arms was the only time she felt safe. The only time she could really relax. He was the one who chased her nightmares away. He was the one up every night watching her as she pretended to be asleep, worry radiating from him. He was the one who held her when she couldn't stop crying, while the whole time all she could think about was how he deserved so much better than her.

Finally, he let go of her, and kissed her on the forehead, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, even though they kept on coming. It suddenly struck her – that life shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be this hard. It shouldn't hurt this much to love people. Especially seeing as a few years ago she'd convinced herself that love was simply a mixture of chemicals, completely in the brain, nothing to do with the heart. One perfect kiss, and the right words. One girl who reflected everything she used to be, who'd lost as much as she had, plus a lot more, had changed all that. Thrown her world upside down, and then yanked it back the right way again, with everything jumbled round, everything in a new place.

His hand that had stayed on her cheek slid down her neck, and her tearful blue eyes watched, his hand on exposed skin making her shiver. She leant in to kiss him, and as their lips met, it was like a weight was lifted, a weight that neither of them had fully realized was there. She was hurting, tired, exhausted – but this was so much less tiring than trying to fall asleep. He responded enthusiastically, his hand travelling back up to her neck, deepening the kiss. It had been too long since she'd kissed him like this, too long since all they'd felt, all they'd thought about was one another. She moaned as his hands moved again, seizing her waist, fingers searching for the bottom of her top.

He lifted her top above her head, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin he found underneath it, he'd forgotten how much he missed it. He traced light circles on her back, and placed feather light kisses down her neck. He breathed her in, and smiled against her skin. Thankful she had no idea how much he'd missed her, sad she had no idea how special she really was.

She could feel his smile against her skin, and it made her happy. His breath on her neck made her feel alive again - something she hadn't thought possible. But then again she shouldn't have been surprised really, for some reason, he always manages to achieve the impossible with her.

I was an emotional puddle before, during and after i wrote this. So i hope it paid off, even though it's short, sorry :/

Please review. Really. I could use them. Also, just to let you know i do still have a bit of a plot for this, just in case people were wondering. But yeah, as always, would really appreciate reviews.

Thanks,

Emily