This is a little shortie, but I figure you guys would like to read something rather then nothing, so R/R please thanks :)

Brennan's eyes flashed open as the sun streamed in through the wide windows. Immediately things felt out of place. The windows didn't face her bed in her apartment. Where the hell was she?

Then everything from the previous night came flying back. Their argument in the rain. Letting Angela take Chloe and Sam. Breaking into his apartment. Talking in the moonlight. Crying. She had broken down in his arms as he hugged her, and that was the last thing she remembered. She must have fallen asleep.

That would explain why Booth's arms were wrapped tightly around her body, pulling her close to him. Like he always had. She was snuggled close to him, his body heat keeping her warm. She could hear his soft breathing in her ear. His arm was draped softly across her bare arm, and she knew he had run his knuckles up and down her arm after she fell asleep. He had always done that to get her to calm down. It was one of the things she had missed.

She snuggled in closer to him, shutting her eyes again. What was she doing? Sure they had talked last night, but what did that mean? Should she really be lying in his arms like nothing had happened between them?

Yes.

Logically she shouldn't. She should run away. But it just felt so…undeniably right. For 3 years she had woken up alone without Booth. He was back, and she wanted to feel like she always did when she was with him. Safe.

He shifted slightly in his sleep, pulling her closer. Booth had always been a deep sleeper, so she doubted that he even noticed she was here.

She didn't doubt that Booth had his fair share of women while he was in New York. He was irresistible, even she couldn't deny it. It made her sick to her stomach even thinking of Booth with someone else.

She opened her eyes again, and the fluorescent red numbers on the clock glared out at her. 11:04. She was about to close her eyes again, when she comprehended what the numbers meant.

Immediately she shot up out of Booth's arms, slamming her head on the headboard in the process, and sending the sheets sprawling across the bed. The loud whacking of the back of her skull against Booth's wooden headboard not only left Brennan dizzy and lightheaded, but alerted Booth to the fact that she was wide awake.

Brennan rubbed the back of her head, as she jumped out of the bed, searching for her sweatshirt which had somehow been discarded in her sleep last night. She hadn't even remembered taking it off.

She was so late. She had told Angela that she would pick up Chloe and Sam at 9, and it was definitely way past nine. She hated being late, especially for Chloe and Sam. It made her feel so guilty.

Booth sleepily rubbed his eyes, sitting up, and examining her curiously from his spot on the bed.

"Bones, what are you doing?"

She looked around frantically, pulling her hair into a messy pony tail, trying to find some semblance of order when she was so confused.

"Have you seen my sweatshirt? It was red?"

Booth pointed to where it was sprawled messily on the floor by the side of the bed. She picked it up quickly, running a hand through her hair, and looking at Booth. She bit her lip, tapping her foot quietly on the floor. Booth had to smile. Brennan never fidgeted, so it was amusing to watch. He could see she was clearly at a loss for words.

That's a first.

"Where are you going?"

She looked around the room quickly, and then finally trained her huge blue eyes on him.

"I'm really late; I was supposed to pick up Chloe and Sam 2 hours ago. Angela is going to kill me."

Booth moved to stand up. "I'll go with you. I can explain it to Angela."

"No!"

It came out more forceful then she had intended, and she could see the surprise written across Booth's face.

Her voice softened, as she sat down on the edge of the bed, playing with the sheets as she looked up at him.

"I mean that wouldn't be a good idea, Angela will grill me enough already, and having you there will just add to the fire. Its not that I don't want you to come."

Booth looked at her, and she had to smile as his eyes full of understanding locked with hers.

"Later then? Coffee or something?"

She bit her lip, not wanting to say no. Looking down to avoid his gaze, she twisted her fingers in the sheets, before reluctantly meeting his eyes.

"I can't Booth. Today's the only day I have free with Chloe and Sam; I promised them I'd play soccer with them today. And obviously you wouldn't want to do that, I mean play soccer with me and two 3 year olds, that's probably not how you would want to be spending your Saturday, I mean I don't blame you, I---,"

"Bones, you're rambling."

She looked down. He was probably regretting forgiving her right about now. Why couldn't she ever be quiet?

"Sorry."

Booth tilted her chin so she was facing him, her eyes locking with his.

"Don't worry I think it's cute. And I'd love to play soccer with you guys. It'll be fun."

She nodded, suddenly quite aware of how close their lips were. She could almost taste his.

"Ok."

"Ok."

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to kiss him, she really did, but honestly she was afraid. She didn't want to get sucked back into Booth and everything that came along with him when she still wasn't fully sure that he was back for good.

He leaned in closer, so they were only centimeters apart, and just as their lips were about to meet, she sprung off the bed, blushing crimson, as she backed away from him, taking slow steps backwards toward the door.

"So I'll meet you at Rocky Creek Park at 2 o'clock?"

"Bones are you ok?"

She shook her head, trying to reassure herself.

"Me? Yes I'm fine. Of course I am . So I'll see you then?," She answered her own question as she continued backing away from him. " Bye gotta go."

Booth smiled as she turned, practically sprinting out of the apartment. "See you then Bones."

He knew that they had almost kissed was what had sent her into a panic. He couldn't help it. He knew things weren't perfect between them. Far from it. But at least they were somewhere. He didn't have any hell of a clue where.

The only thing he knew was that he had been wanting to kiss her breathless since the day he got back.

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