Note: Holy crap! Two chapters in a day? Yesh, I owe this story that. Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes last round! I am so embarrassed. hides face That is why I hate having an old computer without spell check. Stupid wordpad. Thanks so much to you all for bearing with me.

Chapter 5

7:45 pm

Brennan's knees felt as if they were about to buckle from anxiety. She hadn't seen Booth since Rolph had been toted off to jail. As she had put her jeep into park, the nervous feeling she had became overwhelming. She had never been good at apologizing to someone or saying thank you. How do you express gratitude for having someone save your life?

A tiny glow illuminated from Booth's home, casting a soft light on the hedges in the yard. Brennan's boots hit the concrete walkway with a thud. Stepping up onto the porch, she brought a hand up to knock.

"I can't do this," she muttered to herself, angry for even thinking about bombarding Booth at home. Last time she had done so, a half naked woman had strolled out of his kitchen. Her hand accidentally slammed against the wood as she brought it down to her side. Her breath became shallow and her eyes grew wide.

"Shit," she breathed.

The door swung open, revealing her partner Seeley Booth. He wore a casual pair of jeans and a plain, gray t-shirt that fit snug over his toned chest. His toes poked out from the pant cuffs of his jeans, feet even a perfectly tanned color. He looks good, Brennan thought to herself. Damn good. Fumbling to gather her composure, she quietly yelled at herself. Focus Brennan!

"Hey Bones. How goes it?" he questioned.

"I was just in the area, and uh…"

"This is sort of a suburb of D.C. Not too much out here. If you were looking for something, you probably missed it."

No, I found it, Brennan mused again.

"Ok, I am a really crappy liar," she confessed. "I need to talk to you."

He gave her a small smile and motioned her in.

"Sorry I didn't call," she offered. "Sort of a spur of the moment thing on my part. Which I am still not entirely good at yet."

"Yeah, way to ruin my party," he laughed, walking deeper into the house. Too follow or not to follow, Brennan thought. There seemed to be no nude women around, so she took a few more steps toward him. She took a seat on his couch as he continued on into the kitchen.

"You want something to drink?" he called out.

Yeah, if it doesn't come from the refrigerator, she said silently.

"Whatever you are having," came out instead.

He came back, handing her a Shiner Bock after twisting off the top for her. Another was cupped in his left hand. He hit her bottle lightly with his own and took a sip.

"To catching the bad guy once again. Booth and Brennan to the rescue!" he laughed.

"So now we are a super-hero duo or something?"

"We are kind of super together, don't ya think?"

"Guess all we need now are matching suits."

"Yeah, something nice and tight for you..." he trailed off. She questioned him with a look and he laughed, bringing a hand to his chest.

"Kidding there Bones."

Brennan sat forward, arms resting on her legs, holding the drink between them.

"I wanted to say thank you for everything since this whole thing started. I know I have been difficult to deal with and you put up with that," she told him.

"Like I always say, you'd do it for me."

Brennan brought her eyes up to meet his. He looked mysterious, yet enchanting in the faint light that was behind him.

"Yeah, I would," she whispered. Something in her seemed to misfire as she gazed at the close proximity of Booth near her. Sitting the bottle on the table, she turned to him. He threw her a small smile which faded as he saw her move to him. His eyes followed her as she leaned in, never leaving her mouth even as it touched his own.

For a moment, she was afraid to move or do anything. Oh my God, I am kissing Booth, she thought. What did I do?

Even though they were only grazing one another with their lips, the soft symbiosis melted Brennan into a puddle.

It felt odd to have strong feelings like this for someone. Had she felt this for Peter? It was good in the beginning but hell in the end. Michael? Definitely no. Always casual sex, very nice. He was only and always filler for a temporary sadness that entered her from time to time.

Moving her hands off of his chest, she slowly backed away. His eyes were clouded, losing the readability that normally existed in them. Brennan brought her eyes to her feet, embarrassed.

"I shouldn't have. I just…didn't know how to say thanks," she stammered. "Guess that wasn't the best way. Nothing else came to mind and I needed to…"

"Temperance, you are overanalyzing again," he cut in, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It means only what you want it to."

The heat returned to her and flooded other places. Suddenly, she saw a twinkle in his eyes and her brain misfired again. She threw her arms around him, sending them back onto the couch. Her hands began to roam over his chest and down to his hip bones. The iliac bone, Brennan thought idly. This isn't science class Brennan! You just jumped someone!

Her legs rested at his sides, her lips moving in a gentle rhythm with his. They met one another's motions with fluidity. Moving her hands from his shoulders, she ran her fingers down the soft skin of his muscled arms.

What the hell was she doing? This was her partner that she worked with. Nothing outside of a professional relationship was supposed to exist between them. Maybe it had been the moment, the excitement and energy she had kept pent up ever since she was shot.

She knew though, that that wasn't it. Booth made her feel things she had never felt before. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was taken by him. But maybe he did not reciprocate her feelings. Maybe it wasn't mutual. Pulling away slightly, she stared at him.

"What's wrong?" Booth questioned.

It was coming and she felt it swell and burst on her tongue. The phrase was cliché and she knew it, but the words were out before she could stop herself.

"Maybe…we shouldn't."

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