A/N: Sorry for taking such a long time to update but I had a lot of trouble writing Booth's POV. Anyway, here it is and hope you enjoy it.

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I just dropped off Bones at the museum and a small part (okay, big part) of me already misses her. Today was a big day for us. I opened up to her and she didn't push me away. I have to admit, I'm a little surprised she listened to what I had to say and didn't leave. She really stayed and she actually listened. I couldn't be more grateful.

I'm not sure why I chose her to talk about this. Maybe it had something to do with what Hank told me, maybe it was just because she was the only person I could see myself talking about what has been haunting me for years. But whatever the reason is, it's my partner that I chose. And I certainly don't regret it.

I can still feel the softness of her skin underneath my hand. I didn't know Bones capable of showing compassion. Not that I thought she was heartless. I guess it's just that I don't understand how she can put her heart in a box, like she puts it. I know I can't do it. Heck, a whole lot of people can't do it. She can. It just confused me. Today, she took her heart out of her box. At least, that's what I think. Bones is a very confusing woman. It's hard to tell what she's thinking or what she's feeling. She has years of practice behind her in terms of hiding her feelings and thoughts. I guess it's normal after all she's been through.

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I stopped by later in the afternoon to drop off some flowers but I was told by Goodman that she had gone home. I was a bit surprised that she had taken the afternoon off. Her boss simply told me that she hadn't been feeling well and had requested an afternoon off. I immediately grew worried. Was Bones sick? As if reading my mind, Goodman immediately told me that Temperance was fine but that she simply needed some time off. I tried to imagine my Bones at home, doing nothing. But knowing her, she had probably taken work with her.

Goodman helped me look for a vase to put the flowers in. He didn't question me even though I definetely saw a quizzical expression on his face when I asked him for the keys to Bones' office. He unlocked the door and I set the vase and the flowers on her desk. I had already scribbled a note and I attached it to the flowers. I left immediately after. I had no other business at the museum.

So here I am now, at home. I should be sleeping since it's getting late but sleep just doesn't want to come. I toss and turn, all the while thinking about Bones and our conversation. I still see her, with tears falling slowly down her face, as she listened to me talk about my past. Even though I was surprised at first that she stayed, now, looking back, I just knew she had it in her. I knew she could be caring if she just let herself be.

Turning on my side, I am now facing the window. There's a full moon tonight. Maybe that had something to do with it. I sigh loudly. I have to stop try to find reasons why I opened up to Bones. I have to stop kidding myself. I did it because I wanted to feel closer to her. I told her because I eventually want to hear how she feels about her past and I knew that if I didn't make the first steps, then she wouldn't. Yeah, that has to be it.

I finally fall asleep on that thought.

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Stupid birds wake me up the next morning. I hate birds at five am. They might be really cute at noon but they are a pain in the neck at five in the morning. There's only one thought that cheers me up. In a couple of hours, I'll probably see Bones. That puts a smile on my face and I feel ready to face the day.

I do my little routine a bit slower this morning. I spend an extra ten minutes in the shower, an extra fifteen minutes for breakfast and another extra ten to get dressed. There's no rush this morning. I have plenty of time ahead of me before I have to head off to work.

When I'm finally done with my morning routine, it nears seven. I think of Bones. She's probably at the museum now. Maybe I could talk her into going for a cup of coffee before I have to go down to the office. On that thought, I grab my keys and run out the door.

The museum is quiet when I enter but the lights are on which tells me either Bones or Goodman are here. I make my way slowly and quietly to her office. From far, I can see that the door is open. I can't help but smile and my heart speeds up a little. I frown. This has never happened to me before. Why do I suddenly feel nervous around her?

I look back into her office to find her staring at me. Our eyes lock. My smile grows larger. She looks so pretty this morning, prettier than I remember her being. My heart races faster. She has got to stop having this effect on me. But as the distance between us grows smaller and smaller, I know that she'll never stop.

An unknown force pushes us together. Soon, we are standing really close. Yet, it feels normal, like we are meant to be standing this close. I immediately gather her in my arms and pull her closer to me. I feel her arms snaking their way to my neck. I can't believe she's hugging me back. I strengthened my hold on her. We never get the chance to hug like this, I want to make every second of this moment worth it.

I can smell her. I think I detect a hint of strawberry in her hair, probably from the shampoo she uses. And as we stand in her office, locked in an embrace, I feel the urge to tell her how I feel. Not only how I feel about what happened the day before, but also how I feel about her.

I turn my head and bring my mouth closer to her ear.

"Thank you." I whisper.

Okay, so it wasn't exactly what I planned to tell her but somehow, it all seems to fit for me. I feel her tightening her hold around his neck and pulling me closer to her, if that's even possible. Oh well, there will other days when I'll be able to tell her how I feel. For now, I just want to enjoy this moment of closeness.