A / N – OK so you've probably guessed that each chapter is inspired by a song. This time its Newton Faulkners Dream Catch me. And thankyou to my Beta – Moonlight Gardenias for being so quick, and those of you who reviewed the last chapter. Your comments made me all warm and tingly. Enjoy.

Booth lay back on the bed, staring up to the ceiling. He brought his masculine hands up to his face and rubbed it in frustration.

Every time
I close my eyes
It's you
And I know now
Who I am

Taking a deep breath, the stale air filled his lungs. He knew it was a security breach, to keep a photo. Especially after Epps. All he had were the images etched on his mind. There were only two people in the world he felt compelled to protect from harm, whatever the cost.

His son.

And Her.

He pictured them together. Like the time she had accompanied him to Parker's game. Because she'd needed a reason to get out of the lab. After working three weeks solid she was increasingly conscientious of Zack's absence. They'd ended up taking a picnic. And while he sat with her on a blanket, Parker running round with his team mates nearby, he could not deny how natural it all felt. Families sat around would give them knowing looks as they witnessed blissful domesticity. Sure they bickered. But strangely, it had added to the legitimacy of it all. And as they sat, debating their own perspectives on life, love and the universe his mind had raced. What if she changed her mind? About marriage. About children. He smiled. Remembering how quickly she had adapted when they cared for baby Andy. Much as she was the legal guardian Bones had quickly maneuvered him into the baby daddy role, using his experience with Parker as justification. Ha! Lack of experience more like. Rebecca hardly let him near when his son was an infant.

It was hardly surprising that people assumed they were a couple. The knowing smiles they gave each other. Their intuitive response to each others needs. And Christ, to say that Parker adored her was an understatement. His son idolized her. After all she had the 'coolest job in the world, ever'. When Parker had said this he had died just a little. After all, he'd pointed out, 'wasn't being a crime fighting FBI Agent a really cool job too?'

"No daddy."

"Bud?"

"Mommy says that there are lots of bad people..."

"Well... yeah. But your mommy and me, well, we keep you safe."

"Mommy says that your job will hurt me. An' I don't wanna be hurt daddy. Cause I had to take lots of nasty med... sin when I fell an banged my arm. I don't like med...sin. it's yucky."

Booth scowled at the memory. How dare she say things like that in front of Parker. She had no right to dismiss him, and the work he does in front of their son.

And I know now

Except...

Maybe there was some element of truth in what she had said. Not having any contact for an unspecified length of time. If it was this hard for him, then how the hell was his son coping with it? He sat up and shook his head in hands. He glanced back around the room again. Now an empty pizza carton littered the small wood table, and the room was lit by the soft amber glow of a desk lamp. The night had crept up on him in his melancholy. He should sleep, He had an early start.

There's a place I go
When I'm alone
Do anything I want
Be anyone I wanna be
But it is us I see

And as he drifted in to semi consciousness he thought about her. His Bones. He imagined his life with her. Waking next to her. She would fit against him as if they were one person. Her soft wavy hair spilling across his chest. He breathed in deeply as the smell of her engulfed him in his visions, now oblivious to the musty stale smell that had dominated.

To watch her work,with adoration, without feeling like he had committed a felony. And she would look up at him, checking he was ok, smiling softly, holding his gaze with no need to look away before it got too uncomfortable.

To the simple domesticity of sharing a home. Playfully smearing bubbles on her nose as he washes dishes. Or sitting on the sofa, gently massaging her temples.

And I cannot believe I'm fallin'
That's where I'm goin'
Where are you goin'
Hold it close won't let this go

Slowly but surely he had felt a shift in their relationship and the more he thought about her, the further he fell. He'd had his fair share of transient relationships but he knew now that he had found his soulmate. What he didn't know was if she had been able to recognize those feelings in herself. But he had to try. And that was why he had told her.

Dream catch me, yea
Dream catch me when I fall
Or else I won't come back at all

If he could stay in this fantasy state forever he would. But real life always takes back hold in the dawn light and he remembers. Where he is. What he has to do.

How far away from home he is right now.

You do so much
That you don't know
It's true
And I know now
Who I am

And as he showers he tries to focus on the task at hand.

To infiltrate a gang suspected of armed robbery. Three wealthy families had been taken hostage in their own homes while the men had taken hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of cash, art and jewelry. The last guy had let his cover slip and they had put a gun to his head.

But not a shred of evidence.

He dries his refreshed body and throws on jeans and a tee. Scanning the sparsely filled drawers he opts for his cocky belt buckle and a pair of lime green socks. No point feeling uncomfortable. Finally a pair of trainers and an army style jacket complete the look.

And he leaves the cramped apartment and out into the fresh December air. People busying themselves with their own lives. He sees mothers and fathers enjoying precious time with their children, preparing for the holidays. Happy, smiling faces buzzing with excitement.

He wonders just what Parker is doing right then.

He sees couples walking, hand in hand, eyes meeting with longing. The intimacy they longed to hide, clearly on show to the outside world.

His heart aches for her.

See you as a mountain
A fountain of God
See you as as a descant soul
in the setting sun
You as the sound
As silent as none

God. He loves this woman.

And suddenly he feels panic. The vision is fading. He wants to see her. No... He has to see her. Right now!

Seeley Booth has reached his destination but he keeps on walking. With purpose. With intent.

The streets are busy with anxious shoppers, laden with gifts,

And then he is there.

He enters and scans the room urgently. Spotting his target he crept forward, maneuvering through the crowds, biting his lip in excitement. Taking it from the display he smiled as he slowly turned it over.

I'm yours

And there she was in full color glory, softly smiling back up at him. He ran his finger down the image and flicked the book open. Reading the dedication he felt warm again. Dare he? It was safe enough to buy. No one could connect him to the FBI through a bestseller.

Could they?

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