A/N: Okay, apparently at this point I stopped coming up with titles! Oh well! I hope everyone is enjoying this. I wanted to promo a little something. I'm writing an original story called The Antique Desk and I've posted the prologue and the first chapter over at fictionpress. The link is in my profile if you are interested in checking it out! Okay on to the story!

Chapter Two

Special Agent Seeley Booth was pacing. And that was something he never did. He usually made decisions quickly, therefore eliminating the need for pondering. But this was different. This was her.

"Bones." He whispered to the empty room. It had been about three hours since she had kissed him outside her apartment. He hadn't seen it coming.

I mean yes, obviously he knew they were attracted to each other. Hell, he knew he was falling in love with her. But if he went over there, everything would change. What if she pushed him away? Said it was a mistake? He knew damn well it wasn't a mistake. A kiss like that could never be a mistake. It wasn't even the kiss that confirmed her feelings for him. It was the look in her eyes before she kissed him. It was a mixture of passion and vulnerability, like she was opening herself up to him and showing him her true self.

'Right' he thought to himself. He grabbed his jacket and keys and head out the door. He was going to go over there and tell her. Tell her that he had been in love with her basically since they met. But it wasn't till Kenton, when he had almost lost her that he realized he loved her. And he spent the rest of the year pretending that he didn't love her. He had gotten pretty good at it too. He had slept with Rebecca and Cam, hoping that would push her out of his mind. But it didn't work.

He grabbed the handle of his car door and hesitated. She had been through so much this year. Being buried alive and her family. Maybe he shouldn't… 'No.' he thought to himself. 'Now is the time to tell her.'

He got in the car and started to drive over to her apartment. He had driven there so many times that he barely had to look where he was going. He flicked on the radio and started to laugh as the sound of Foreigner filled the car. 'I hope that's a sign.' He mused to himself.

He reached her apartment and looking up, noticed her lights weren't on. He ran up the steps and into her apartment building. A few seconds later he was at her door. He took a deep breath and knocked. There was no answer.

"Bones?' he said. "Bones, its me. We need to talk." He knocked but didn't hear anything. He grabbed his cellphone and pressed the number one.

"You've reached the voicemail of Dr. Temperance Bre.." He snapped the phone shut. She was either avoiding him or something was wrong. Either way, he knew who would have the answer. He punched in some numbers and waited for the phone to ring.

"Hello?" he heard the voice on the other end say.

"Angela, its Booth." He said. "Is Bones with you?"

"Yeah." Angela replied. "She's staying with me and Jack for a couple of days. She's on a tour of the house with Jack right now. Thanks for softening her up with the skating and such. She is actually spending Christmas with us."

"She is ?" he replied. 'She's avoiding me' he thought to himself. "Well that's great? Umm, could you get her to call me?" he asked. "Her cell is off."

"That's strange." Angela said. "She never has it off. Is something going on between you two?"

"No." he exclaimed. "Why would you say that?"

"Bren was just acting a little bit strange before." Angela replied.

"uh, well she was fine when I left. Just tell her I called, okay?" Booth said.

"Okay." Angela said. "Have a good Christmas Booth."

"You too Angela." Booth said. He snapped his cellphone shut and stared at her apartment door dejectedly.

"I guess I just got my answer." He said, turning and walking back out of her building.