AN: Thanks again to all who reviewed the first chapter; reviews make my day! By popular request, here is Brennan's POV.

Chapter 2: Underneath My Partner

I'm using my flashlight to pierce the darkness, searching the scene for clues, when I hear him shout. I'm not sure what he said, but it must have been some kind of warning, because he just tackled me. I wonder if Booth ever played football, I think as we fall to the floor. He's certainly built for it. Now the body I have long admired is lying on top of me. I can't say that I haven't ever thought about us ending up in this position. Booth is an attractive man, and it's only natural that I would have fantasies about him giving me a release. These fantasies have become more detailed and more frequent lately, but Booth has made it clear that our partnership has boundaries, lines we can't cross. Still, this isn't the time to dwell on biological urges. He's squeezing his eyes shut like he's in pain. Clearly something's wrong.

I wait a few seconds for an explanation, but it doesn't look like I'm getting one. "Why are your eyes closed?" I imagine what Angela would say if she saw us like this and I can't help but smile.

He opens his eyes, a confused look spreading across his face. "I thought we were going to get blown up."

He thought he was shielding me from a bomb. Booth has saved my life before, but I'm constantly amazed at how far he would go to protect me. I feel grateful, but also slightly apprehensive. What if someday he dies to save me? How could I live with that? How could I live without him? "Oh. Well, we appear to be fine," I say in my most professional manner, trying to distance myself from my anxiety.

"I can see that, thanks," he snaps.

I think he's annoyed with me, and I expect that any second now he'll get off of me and walk away in anger. But he's not moving at all...and I don't want him to. While his body pressed against mine satisfies my need for physical contact, however, I'm a little confused. "Then why are you still on top of me?"

He doesn't answer right away, but seems to be considering my question. He takes his time, and I'm starting to think that he'll never talk again. I decide to remind him that we were having a conversation. "Uh...Booth?" I wish I could read him the way I can read bones. What is he thinking about right now? He grins at me, and the answer is obvious. He's enjoying our position as much as I am. I've always known that he was attracted to me, but he's never acted on his feelings before.

Until now. "I think that we should stay like this for a few minutes, just to be on the safe side." He flashes me the famous Booth charm smile. "Besides, I'm really enjoying the view."

I am too. I smile back to encourage him. "And what should we do in the meantime?" I ask, hoping to prod Mr. There's-A-Line-We-Can't-Cross into finally crossing the line.

"I'm sure we can come up with something." He leans toward me, his lips seeking mine. I can't wait until they find their target–I've already waited for two years-- so I meet him halfway. As I lose myself in his kiss, allowing myself to savor the taste of him, one thought fills my mind: We need to have a bomb scare every day. Maybe even twice a day.

FINIS

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