Emotions, deep feelings within a being,
Hidden beneath the sands of our lies,
Why must one hide such true feelings?
Never to look upon again,
Days and nights go by,
As my emotions lay hidden,
In a chest locked away,
Love shall sits and waits,
The key to my heart once long lost,
Shall be found again,
And unlocked,
And my emotions will run free,
A forbidden fruit touches my lips,
As my dark secrets enter the world,
Feelings once locked away,
Now roam the world,
Emotions, secrets meant to be hidden,
Hidden in the deepest part of the sea,
Bottled up, never meant to be found,
I lay here, emotionless,
Why must such feelings serve as a distant reminder of what I once had?
Why must my emotions stay locked in my chest?
Why must I hide beneath and sands of life and water of hope?
And why must I be forced to feel sinful for my feelings?
Because that is how emotions are,
But simple feelings we feel the need to hide,
For if anyone found them,
We would be left naked of all strength and courage.
Temperance and Seeley stood in front of a small little privately owned shop and watched as Rachael Battaglia, Samantha's roommate, was being pulled out in handcuffs. Hodgins had located the area where the certain beetle had occupied most and found it was near Samantha's shop. Upon closer inspection, the building was covered in the beetles and blood.
With a few tests, it had come back as Heathers blood and Rachael was being arrested for first degree murder. She had murdered heather out of pure hatred and tried to blame it on Samantha, but failed as she had an alibi.
"Good job." An agent came up to the two and congratulated them.
Tempe nodded and got in the car, she began to think over everything Angela had said, and maybe she was right. Maybe she and Booth did have certain feelings, and maybe the other night was when they couldn't refuse it much longer.
Booth got in the car and drove her to the museum for her to get the bones ready to be returned back to Heathers mom. As they pulled up, Booth spoke.
"Thanks for helping, today. I really appreciated it."
"No problem." She said climbing out of the car and walking to her office.
As the bones were being prepared, Tempe locked herself in her office and got to working on another chapter of her new story, she had been so busy with the case she had forgotten she had a deadline for the first draft of this book to be due by.
As she sat there starring at the computer, a knock came at her door, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Come in." she said, but got up to open the door, remembering she had locked it.
"Hi, sweetie, ok the bones are ready to be returned." Angela said offering her a big smile, oddly, one Tempe returned.
"Thanks, Ange. I'll give them to Booth when he stops by." She said lowering her voice to the emotionless pit of despair it had been for the past few days.
"Just remember what I said." Angela spoke before turning and walking back to her office.
Tempe walked back into her office and rested her head on her desk and relaxed her eyes, begging sleep to over take her. She decided she needed a little break and 15 minutes wouldn't do too much harm.
Hours went by and soon Tempe was woken to a noise coming out of the main lab area. Judging from the sudden darkness she realized it was late and by glancing at the clock she saw it was almost 12. She took her shoes off so the person wouldn't hear her and carried one with her.
As she exited her office and walked to where the bones last were, she saw a dark figure, the moon coming in from a few windows offering her the only light. The figure turned around and started walking towards her.
As a first impulse Tempe brought her shoe down on her attacker repeatedly. Not once thinking who it could be or why they were there.
"Stop! Stop it Bones!" a male voice screamed and she dropped her shoe to the floor as she recognized the voice.
"Booth? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to collect Heathers remains, I told you I'd be by later to get them." He said stating the obvious.
"I thought maybe your later was 5. Not 12." She said feeling a little bad for beating the crap out of Booth with her shoe.
"Well I was stuck in the office and figured you were still here. The security guard let me in and I started calling your name, but I figured you'd left."
"I was sleeping. I dozed off and lost track of time." She mumbled walking back to her office to retrieve her other shoe.
"Sorry I would have warned you I was here had I known that."
"Its fine, I just over reacted, that's all."
After clearing things up, they walked out of the museum talking as if nothing bad had been between them before. Tempe said her farewell and walked over to her car to start it up, but failed.
"Need a ride?" Booth asked walking back up to her.
"Would you mind?"
"No, hop in." he said and she got in the car.
An awkward silence filed the car as they drove home, that is until Booth broke it.
"Bones, I think we need to talk." He said stopping at a red light.
"Oh? About what?"
"About the other night. You know the whole ordeal."
"Yeah I know." She whispered looking out the window. "Look I'm sorry and all, but I just got a little scared. I didn't know what to do."
"That's fine I understand. You were in a rough time that night and you woke up in a bigger moment than planned."
"Yes, that's it, but I just thought that if you knew how I really felt about you, it would ruin the relationship we have now."
"What do you mean, how you really felt?"
"Nothing it's just…nothing." Tempe muttered, wanting desperately for the conversation to change. "I don't want o talk about it right now."
"Alright, well when you're ready I'm here."
"Thanks, Booth."
"Anytime." He said to her, then to himself, "And when you're ready, I'll tell you how I feel."
Soon another silence filled the car, but this time it wasn't awkward. A few minutes later, Booth pulled up to Tempe's apartment building, walked her up and then returned home himself, all the time thinking on how Tempe felt about him and how he was going to tell her his feelings.
