A / N – I was going to use another song choice for this chapter, but I have been reading some other fics based on this song so i can't take credit for the choosing the lyrics. Only the words in-between.

Coincidentally, I already had the song on my Ipod. (8GB just is not enough - My husband is concerned I may need my headphone surgically removed. But life is so much better when it has a great soundtrack)

Thanks again to my Beta – Moonlight Gardenias for allowing me to harass her with ridiculously frequent chapters. But when you send me all those lovely reviews it just makes me wanna type all day and all night.

Disclaimer – I concur that I have no jurisdiction over these characters.

BTW this chapter is from Booths POV. Although, hopefully, it would have been obvious without me needing to mention it.

Enjoy.

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart

"Somethin' I can get you?" she held a notepad aloft and held his gaze.

"Umm." Booth was lost for words. As his mind worked overtime to try and string a sentence together she continued to speak.

"What's your weakness?"

"You?"

Crap. Did I just say that out loud? I took a deep breath and continued.

"- can get me, another cup of your fantastic coffee and..." Brain, work, brain, work "pancakes" I declare proudly. 'Good save, Seeley' I think.

"Sure" she nods. Does she look disappointed?

Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Why can't I tell her? This is driving me crazy.

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on

And now I am watching her prepare my order. I know this is her job but I can't help responding to the domesticity of it all. I'm picturing her in my kitchen. On a Sunday morning. Wearing one of my shirts. Barefoot. Whoa. Breathe deep, Seeley. Think neutral thoughts. Clinical lab? No, too many fantasies to go there. Dead bodies? That has to be a turn off, right? Aside from necrophiliacs. And FBI agents who picture specific forensic anthropologists leaning over... Nuns. Yes. Nuns. I need to squeeze a trip to confession into my ridiculously empty schedule.

Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

When Parker was born I thought that was as good as it would get, that I truly believed I was meant to be a family with him and Rebecca. How wrong I was. Part of my family was standing across from me ringing my order through the till. Thats what we are.

Family.

Unconditionally.

Is that why the way I feel scares me so much? Because I need to preserve what we have.


Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met

In the last three and a half years I have spent more time with this woman than any other in my life. And what have I got to show for it aside from extensive additions to my already scarred body?

Apart from getting to spend all that time in the presence of the most amazing woman.

And the smell of her hair.

And her smile. Sometimes I think it's reserved just for me.

It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Our lips were so close outside in the rain, yesterday. It feels like a lifetime ago and yet so new. If only she knew what she does to me. Would she...


Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Stay? Go? Hate me?

Love me?


I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way

Last time we adopted our current persona's she pulled no punches about her feelings towards marriage.

"marriage is such an archaic institution."

Sometimes, its all that I think about. It's all that I dream about. And when I wake I expect to turn over and see my wife lying there beside me. Except she isn't. And there is a good chance she never will be. And it kills me.


But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone

My order, the one I don't really want, is placed on the counter in front of me. She stands before me.

Expectantly.

I have a second chance to profess my love for her. No. Tony has a second chance to simply ask Roxy on a casual date. This should not be difficult. But it is. So I say nothing. And take my order back to the table where Max waits with annoyance.


Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

"What are you? Thirteen?" Max scowls at me. I have a new found appreciation for the grief Sweets takes from me.

"Hey Roxy," he waves her over. "I was thinkin' that you and Tony here could maybe catch a movie later. What time's your shift over?"

Great, I think. Not only have I reduced myself to having the emotional maturity of an adolescent, I am also relying on her father to organize the date. For Christ's sake, I've headed up entire teams and led armed raids. I should be able to ask my best friend out to a movie.

Who the hell am I kidding.

Her lips are so perfect. How much would I like to kiss them right now. They're full and glossy and... moving. Crap. She's talking. What did she say? Aggh! Stop thinking, start listening.

"-by ten 'cause Julie asked already. Is that OK with you Tony?"

Ten what? Who's Julie? I look at Max for some acknowledgment that he was paying attention to his daughter. His seat is worryingly vacant. I look round frantically. Where'd he go?

"Are you OK?" Bones asks me. She sounds worried. And then a look of realization hits her face. "You!" she began, pointing her finger aggressively towards my chest. "Have no idea what I just said! Because you weren't listening. Well I'm sorry if I – bore you." She looks seriously pissed.

I know this has to be done right.

"I'm sorry. I just got a little – distracted for a minute." Then I - the order is well rehearsed - raise my eyebrows, tilt head, puppy eyes, bring out my best charm smile, and...

Done.

"You know you look pathetic, right?" she smiled, holding back a laugh. I know, but it's worth it. To make her happy.

"As I was saying. We can catch a seven o'clock showing. I promised Julie I'd come back here at ten to help give the place a really good once over. We're shut for Christmas Day."

"That sounds alright." I nod.

"It's a date, then."

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

She just said it was a date. I'm gonna end up psychoanalyzing this all day. Where was Sweets when you actually needed him.

"Maybe you should go and get some sleep. You can't of had more than a couple of hours. I have to get back to work now anyhow."

Every little thing

She pretends to know what is best for me. She is right as always. I have a little Christmas shopping to do first. And confession. Although I am sure I will need to go again after tonight.

Then sleep.

"Sure," I reply. "I'll see you later" I smile weakly. She smiles back, glancing down at my lips intermittently. Something has changed here. She's more open. More willing. I realize I'm not alone with my feelings.

How did I not notice?

Every little thing

Authors note – I really don't mean to torment you by allowing them to dance around their feelings, but Fox have don it for the last three years and, well, who am I to argue with a winning formula. If you did want to argue you could always click on this little box. Right. Down. Here.