Author's Note: This is a revision of my original Chapter 2. What was I thinking of? It sounded like Bones and Booth were at their death's door. I truly apologize. Hope you like this one better.

Temperance had never shown any emotions to Angela regarding her feelings for Booth. After that odd telephone call from him, she doesn't remember having slept at all. She dragged herself into her office, the "squints" were busily at work. At her desk, she sat deep in thought. They've never admitted their love for each other, yet she felt some sort of connection towards him.

Angela had once asked Temperance what does she see when she sees herself getting old. She couldn't answer.

"I see you with him." It was the artist's answer to her. "I know you love him and he loves you. Although, you two haven't said anything to each other. But, I know."

At times they felt each other's thoughts. They didn't know how exactly to tell the other what they felt for each other. They were there for one another, that was all that mattered.

Seely sat in his car outside of the institution. He saw his life flashed before him. The moment they first met...their many investigations...late nights conversations...the way they knew when one needed the other. Just everything about her went through his head. One memory he had was of no recollection of having told her he loved her.

Temperance thought of him constantly. She knew every detailed memories of him, sometimes annoying memories of him. His nickname for her, "Bones", brought a smile to her face. She asked how could one man make her feel the way she did? Each time their investigations came to an end, deep down inside of her, she could not wait for their next case...just to be with him, to be near him. She wanted to tell Booth she loved him, but, maybe next time or maybe not. Afterall, isn't it the man who's supposed to admit his undying love to her?

Having sat in his car for the past twenty minutes, he bravely got out, slammed his door shut and walked inside of the institution, passed several of her co-workers and into Tempe's office. Angela motioned to the others. It was so unlike Booth to not have acknowledged them. They watched as he entered the doctor's office and closed the door.

"What's that all about?" Hodgins asked.

Angela shrugged, but smiled. "Something must have happened last night. I'd love to be a fly on her wall at this very minute."

They felt uncomfortable as they spoke politely to each other, like in meeting someone for the very first time. Not their usual chatter, he in a noisy manner, she in her sarcastic fashion. It was getting harder each time they were together. Seely appeared quite nervous. Tempe stood at a standstill. After last night's telephone call, she wasn't quite sure what was expected out of him.

She felt like on a first date with a guy and they were on their best behavior. He wasn't ranting on about another one of his investigations and she wasn't talking about the fundamental science of anthropology.

"How are you, Bones?" He asked nervously.

"Fine, thank you," she answered.

"Uh-about last night's call..."

"Yes?" She felt her heart beat rapidly. She was about 99 percent accurate on what he had intended to say to her. But, yet, she was afraid there was a 1 percent chance of being incorrect.

Booth pulled at his collar. "It's...it's getting harder for me not to cross that line of ours. That invisible line...and if I do..."

"Yes?" She interrupted.

He moved in closer to her. "I just wanted to know if I'd be doing the right thing or if I'd be ruining our friendship."

"What line?" She whispered. Her fingers touched his face lightly.

Temperance had never known what it meant to be breathless until that very moment.

TBC - Chapter 3