Okay, sorry about the errors in chapter 12, i changed them as soon as i noticed. Chapter 13 is unfortuantely my shortest chapter so far, i think, BUT i feel it is soooooo worth it. i don't know. read it and tell me whether you think it was worth it.

Chapter 13

Cohabitation Part II

Brennan stood frozen in place. Before she even had the chance to attempt to form a single word, Boyd had turned and stormed down the corridor. With one quick glance back at Booth, Brennan took off down the hallway after Boyd.

"Sam, wait!" She caught up to him as he reached the elevator and spun him around by the elbow. "It's not what it looks like."

"Oh, and what do you think it looks like? Because to me it looks like you were cheating on me with your partner. Who, might I add, is sleeping around with your boss."

"Booth is just here until this guy is caught." She placed her hand gently on the side of his face and forced him to look her in the eye. "That's all."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really."

He looked back at her sheepishly. "Sorry. I guess I overreacted."

"Just a little. Oh, and by the way, it's whom."

"What?" He looked at her like she was crazy.

"You said 'who, might I add.' It should have been whom, might I add." He gazed down at her and began to laugh. "What?"

"Nothing." Boyd scooped her up into his arms and kissed her on the head. "I'm sorry…so I guess I'll stop by tomorrow. Night, Tempe." And with that he stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

Booth watched from the doorway as his Bones chased after another man. What hurt him the most was that she had looked back before she proceeded to rip his heart out and stomp all over it. She had looked back, which meant that there was apart of her that cared enough about him to do so.

Really, he would have chosen for her not to have caredd, that way he could tell himself that there had never been a chance. But there had been a chance, and in his eyes he had failed. He had failed to win his Bones' heart.

As Booth watched Bones being swept away in another man's arms, he suddenly felt as if she was no longer his Bones.

He turned from the doorway and walked back towards the kitchen, hoping to find a nice cold beer that he could wallow in. As he made his way down the hallway, Booth stumbled over something, but quickly regained his footing and looked down to what had caused the trip.

Of course it would be my bag with my clothes in it. Just my damn luck. Booth bent down and began to collect the clothing that had fallen out of his bag. Lose your clothes. Lose your suspect. Lose your case. Lose your gir—

"Booth, what are you doing on the floor?" Booth looked up to find Brennan standing in the doorway with her arms across her chest and staring at him in confusion.

"Well, Bones, I figured I'd have to scrub the floors before I could go to the ball." He said sarcastically.

"I don't know what that means." She looked back at him blankly.

"You know, Cinderella. Had to scrub the floors and stuff before she could go to the big ball. Ringing any bells? Come on, you've had to have seen Cinderella!"

"You're going to a party?" She seemed more confused than ever.

"Never mind, Bones." He stood up from the floor with his bag in hand, sighed, and started for the bedroom. "I'm going to get changed now."

"You okay Booth?" She lightly turned him, the way she had Boyd only minutes before.

He looked down into her eyes and saw her concern. He realized that he couldn't do this to her. She did care about him, and if he hurt her by showing his feelings, it might be the final straw that broke the camel's back and he would lose her forever. He had to be there for her, as a friend. Signs of anything more might confuse her and potentially cause more harm. He sighed again.

"Booth…?"

"Yea, Bones. Everything is great." He turned from her and entered her bedroom, all the while, feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his chest.

She was never your girl.

Brennan held out her hand with a beer in it and he grabbed it as he slouched down on the couch next to her.

"Listen, I didn't mean to mess up anything between you and Boyd."

"It's alright. We're fine." She stared blankly at the wall in front of her. For the first time, Booth couldn't get a read on what she was feeling.

"You and him are fine, or we are fine?" He turned her head to look at him.

Damn you Booth! I don't know, I was being vague on purpose. She lied. "Both."

"You sure?" There was a long pause as he held her eyes, but she soon looked away.

"Why does Parker call me Dr. Bones?" She quickly turned the tables, hoping to take the attention off of her.

"So...maybe I talk about you a bit around Parker. Okay, a lot! Althoug, after the first time he met you, I didn't even have to be the one to bring up the topic. Face it Bones, Parker's been in love with you since day one." Booth suddenly realized what he had said and turned away, trying to cover the blush that had spread across his face as he finished off his beer and started another. "Nice avoidance by the way. Change of topic did not go unnoticed."

"I wasn't avoiding…"

"Yea, sure Bones." He gave her his heart-melting charm smile and shook his head.

Brennan just laughed at his persuasive technique. That reminded her.

"Boyd mentioned that he stopped by the hospital after I was released. He said that the doctors were a bit disgruntled at my leaving. Apparently, they were forced to be convinced that I would be fine to go home." She turned her questioning gaze on him.

"Was there a question in there?" His heart had stopped when she brought up the topic of Boyd.

"No, I never said that there was going to be a question."

"Hmm, to me it was implied that there was going to be a question."

"Booth!"

"What?"

"You're trying to avoid the topic by turning the focus onto the fact that I had supposedly proposed a question."

"Seems familiar…sound like anyone you know."

"Fine. New neutral topic." They both started on another beer.

"I'm sorry."

"What?!" She looked up at him and held his hurt, pleading eyes with her confused ones. "Why are you sorry?" She couldn't take the hurt and seriousness of his eyes. "Did you hit another civilian for no reason?"

"Bones, were you serious or did you just crack a joke?"

"Well, it depends, did it make you feel any better?"

"A bit…" He lied. It hurt him just to know that he had hurt her when he had hit Boyd. He had been selfish and only led her to more pain.

"Then it was a joke." She smiled up at him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Booth?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't there soon enough, I'm sorry that I didn't catch the guy, and I'm sorry that I didn't protect you."

"Booth, there was noting you could have done."

"It's just, I always get there, I always get the bad guy and I always save you. That's just the way it goes!"

She pulled him into a hug and tried to hide the tears that were falling onto his shoulder as his hands found their rightful place around her hips.

She slowly pulled away, but just enough so she could look him in the eye. "I should be slightly offended by your accusation, but for tonight I'll let it pass."

She smiled up at him, never breaking eye contact. She didn't want to; for some reason it felt…safe. And before she even realized what she was doing, Brennan slowly brought her face closer to his, stopping only millimeters from his mouth.

Booth hesitated, unsure of whether she wanted him to close the distance, and unsure as to if he really should. But before he could make up his mind, Brennan had made it up for him.

Everything melted away around them as hesitance wore away and the kiss was filled with pure passion. A moan escaped Temperance as his tongue caressed its way over her lips, savoring the taste. She helplessly opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside, exploring the new territory.

Her hands went from raking through his hair, to the hem of his shirt, in the need to touch his bare chest. She quickly tugged at his shirt and he helped her remove the suddenly hated clothing. Her hands roamed free over his chest, taking in every detail of his finely tuned muscles. The feeling of him tightening underneath her caused her to push lightly on his chest and he fell backward on the couch.

She quickly straddled him and dipped her head down, massaging his chest with her mouth now. A groan escaped Booth's mouth only encouraging her more as she worked her way downward. Just as she reached low enough, she felt a shift and she was suddenly on the bottom.

He smiled down on her and her heart rate quickened ten times more than the adrenalin could have ever caused. Their was something in his eyes other then the normal lust, but before she could tell what it was, his mouth was back trying to claim dominance as he stood and scooped her into his arms.

"B—I—ahhh—bed—room—"

They made their way down the hallway, hoping, but not really caring, whether they made it to the bed in time.

I am feeling slighlty unsure of myself all the sudden...