He had been banging her door for almost 10 minutes, calling her name, begging her to let him in. Not just through the door but back into her life. He was baning the door so hard he was sure he had broken at least a few bones in his hand. But he needed her to open, he need to get into her. If only to hold her as the storm raged out side, he needed to make her feel safe, if just one more time.

She could her him baning the door, it made her feel sick. He was standing there out side her door begging her to open it, and she just lay there. Not moving, not responding it made her feel sick, sick about herself. What in the world had she done to have someone like Booth in her life, someone that would come by banging her door at 02:30 at night even though she had broken it of with him. A part of her wished that he had come by five minutes earlier, because maybe, just maybe, she would have had the guts to let him in. But not now, she wasn't going to let him see her weak and powerless, crying about the storm and her own mistakes. No if she did, she knew it would be impossible to resist hugging him, and tell him how much she loved him, it would be simply impossibly. And then he would be back, she knew he would, all she would have to was ask. She wouldn't even have to beg to get him back, because she knew, knew that he was all hers, and that made her feel more sick.

Then the banging stopped, she could her his muffled voice through the door, begging her to open. Telling her he loved her, she tried her best to dry the tears that for the second time that was welling up in her eyes. God why did it have to hurt so much.

He needed to leave, soon her neighbours was going to start wonder why someone was standing in the corridor banging a door, when it was clear that the person wasn't going to open up. He consider sitting back against the door, waiting until she went out the next time. But then decided against it, she clearly didn't want him there. Maybe she never wanted him there...

Had he left, she wondered. He had stopped knocking, stopped talking, had he deiced to leave...had he left, left her for good this time? There was a lighting out side, the violent flash of light made her cry out in fear.

He heard her cry out, it was killing him to know how scared she was. Pleas Bones open up come on let me save you but she didn't come. Maybe this was there end no more Bones and Booth the super team, as Angela had started to call them. No more cosy Friday nights that Temperance found totally pointless, he smiled remembering telling her that cosy nights at home wasn't that full of meaning, they were simply a cosy time and place where you shared your feelings. He leaned back agent the door, he wasn't going to give up. he was going to wait her out. She would have to come out of there sometime right?

Maybe she should go and check if he was still there? Maybe he was there waiting for her, waiting there to promise her the future. tears was freely flowing down her checks. What if he wasn't there? What if he left ? Really left? What would she do? She was shaking lightly as she checked the peep hole to see if he was there, he wasn't. She felt her heart break, had he given up? would he come back? She need him to hold her, she need to bee safe. Tomorrow didn't matter, it didn't matter that he one day would end up breaking her heart. All she wanted was for him to hold her one more time. She slided down pressing her back agents the door, letting her tears flow freely.

If she only knew that he was less then an inch a way, waiting for her to open the door and let her in...

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Not sure if you can see the floor when looking out through the peep hole (or what ever its called) but in this story you cant.

So now they are both sitting on each side of the door missing each other...