I started writing this piece I think around a year ago. I finally decided to begin uploading some of it while I continue writing.

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CH. 1 - The Storm

The forensic anthropologist had just begun to drift off to dreamland, letting the waves of peaceful sleep fill her mind, when she heard impatient knocking coming from the opposite side of the door to her apartment. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, not bothering to place any article of clothing on to cover her black bra and short pink shorts. Stumbling in the dark toward the door, she glanced in the general direction of her kitchen; the red glow of the digital stove clock read 1:32 am.

Dr. Temperance Brennan opened the front door of her apartment. She allowed a loud sigh to escape her as the identity of her rude awakener was revealed to her tired eyes. Her FBI partner looked her up and down as he smiled smugly. He was holding a box full of Chinese food. "Nice pajamas, Bones. I didn't know you owned anything pink, let alone something pink and short," he teased seductively. "That bra does wonders for your figure, you know." He stepped out of the cold and into her living room.

"You're such a pervert," she teased only half-heartedly, using the sexy voice she had used while they were undercover in Las Vegas only a few months previously. "I'm going to go and change."

"What, and ruin all of my daydreams?" he asked, taking a step towards her.

"Down boy. I'll be right back."

Booth watched her walk into her bedroom and quietly shut the door. Damn she looked beautiful in only her underwear. She looks beautiful all the time, he told himself.

She appeared out of her bedroom a few minutes later. She was still wearing the shorts but had pulled a little white tank top on over her black bra; he could see through the fabric and wondered if she had planned on that.

She made her way over to the couch where he was sitting. Taking the box of Lo mien from his hand she sat down beside of him, her bare thighs grazing his hand that was resting beside of his leg. "Thanks for the food," she said in a soft voice, taking the chopsticks he had been using from his hand.

"I was going to eat that, you know," he told her in a cool whisper.

"I know," she replied in an equally sexy hush.

Groaning, Booth reached for another box of noodles and opened a new packet of chopsticks. "Usually you complain when I wake you in the middle of the night and bring you food."

"Well," she started, placing a few noodles into her mouth with the stolen chopsticks, "I was trying to sleep, but I'm glad you came over. Why are you here, anyway?"

"Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie?" he asked, placing his hand down to where it barely grazed her thigh.

"Usually I'd want the truth but go ahead and lie." She looked from his hand back to his face and smirked. What's with you tonight, Brennan? And what's with Booth being all touchy feely? I like it!

"I didn't feel like eating Chinese food alone." He watched her smirk turn into a smile.

"You should never eat Chinese food alone," she informed him in a fake serious voice. "I'm surprised the Catholics don't consider it a sin," she teased him about being Catholic.

"I'll write a letter to the pope." He made her smile again.

"So what does Cam have to say about you visiting another woman in the middle of the night?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

"What does Cam have to do with anything?" he asked, almost bitterly. He quickly removed his hand from her thigh and picked up his box of food again, not bothering to eat any of it.

"Well, she's your girlfriend, isn't she?"

"You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"All of the scuttlebutt going around about me and Cam? Wait, no, you wouldn't have heard the scuttlebutt. I forgot you don't gossip."

"Scuttle-what?" she asked, confused by this word she had never heard before. "I don't know what that means."

"Scuttlebutt, it's Marine for water cooler talk. You know, when people gather around the water cooler to talk to their fellow co-workers about all of the gossip going around?" he explained quickly.

"Oh, ok. I understand."

"Well, Cam and I broke up almost 2 weeks ago."

"What?! What happened?" Brennan was confused. She had seen the way Booth had been so concerned about his girlfriend when she was in the hospital. Why would they break up?

"We had a fight," he said simply. She decided not to push the subject.

"I'm sorry-"

He cut her off, "About you."

About me?

"She wanted to know why I was spending so much time with you. Putting you into protective custody, staying the night, taking you out to dinner. She said she had had enough of me cheating on her."

"But you weren't cheating on her!"

"I know that, and you know that, but Cam refuses to believe that there's nothing going on between us."

"Do you want me to talk to her, explain that there's nothing going on between us?" she asked kindly.

"No. It's over between us. It never even should have happened in the first place."

Brennan could see the hurt in his eyes. She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry you gave up your source of happiness for me."

"What are talking about?" he asked softly. "I didn't give up my source of happiness by breaking up with Cam; I was protecting it."

She gave him a questioning look.

"Cam said I had a choice. I could either stop hanging around with you outside of work, or I could stay with you and she would leave me." He paused for a moment. "I love being with you, Temperance. You're my best friend and I would do anything to protect you. You've always been there for me. Hell, even Parker adores you."

Brennan could only smile. "What about you? You've saved my life dozens of times."

There was an awkward silence in the air for a few moments before Booth rose to his feet. "I think I'd better go."

"Yeah, that might be best."

She walked him to the door where he collected his coat. "It's really coming down out there," he commented, looking out the window.

"I love the snow," she said softly.

"Me too," he whispered back. She was just standing there, looking at him in some expecting manor. Before he knew exactly what he was doing, he was leaning in slowly, stopping about an inch from her lips. Her eyes were open but held a softer look than the one she wore at work. She slowly closed the distance between them.

The kiss lasted roughly a minute. It was so full of passion, want, and...need? Booth had pushed her against the door, his hands wrapped around her barely dressed body. "Bones," he moaned into the kiss.

"Booth," she moaned back. Her hands were around his neck, in his hair.

Suddenly Booth pulled back, as if realizing what he had just done. He looked at his partner, leaning against the door, trying to catch her breath. "I have to go," he said in a husky voice.

"OK," was all she said. He watched as she moved away from the door, giving him a look that clearly said she didn't want him to leave.

He walked out the door and into the hall, walking faster than he normally moved. She watched him until he disappeared around the corner. Closing the door she leaned her back against the cool wood. Had that really just happened? Had she just made out with her partner?

Brennan sighed as she made her way to the coffee table and packed up the uneaten food he had brought with him. She noticed how he had brought all of her favorites: lo mien, sweet and sour chicken, crab rangoons. Placing the food in the refrigerator, she turned out the lights and curled up in her cold bed.

After a few minutes she realized that sleep was not coming. Her thoughts drifted to her partner and that kiss they had shared only ten minutes before. Suddenly she heard a knock at her front door. Was he back?

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