AN: Just a note that my normal method for line breaks hasn't been showing up on the site lately for some reason. So if something doesn't flow just right, that's most likely why. Sorry for any confusion! Anyway thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing. You're all fantastic! Enjoy!

She stared at him, unmoving. The only sound was that of their breathing. Brennan moved even closer to him, bringing her hand up to cup his face.

"How's this for taking a chance?" she asked.

She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his. Booth's hands instantly threaded into her hair, keeping her close in case she suddenly changed her mind. Brennan parted her lips and he took the opportunity to explore her mouth. She tasted just like he'd remembered. Then he felt her biting at his lips, begging for her chance to taste him. He opened his mouth to her in response.

Brennan pulled back, resting her forehead against his as she caught her breath. Booth slid his hands down her sides and rested them on her hips. His fingers brushed over her hipbones, taunting her.

"I want you," she whispered.

He began trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

"To do what?" he asked into her shoulder.

"You know what," she practically growled.

He pressed his body against hers, his hard on pushing into her inner thigh. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ah yes, but to you sex is nothing more than a physical release."

Booth nipped at her earlobe and kissed the sweet spot behind her ear.

"But to me, sex is something intimate, meaningful."

He placed a soft, gentle kiss against her lips.

"So it's going to mean something, to us."

He stepped away from her and sat back down on the couch. He turned on the News. Brennan just stood there, bewildered.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

Brennan flopped down on the couch next to Booth in a huff.

"I thought you needed me," she said softly.

"I do."

"Well then…"

"Bones, I'm thrilled that you're not pushing me away anymore –"

"But?"

"But what if you don't really want this? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo?"

"Then let me make my own mistakes, Booth."

"I'm just saying that a couple of days ago you didn't even want to consider this. I don't want us to just rush into things."

They sat there in silence for the longest time, unable to figure out where to go from here. Suddenly Brennan stood up and moved in front of the TV.

"Hey! They were just about to show the baseball scores!" Booth complained.

"I believe that procrastination stems out of fear."

"What are you talking about?"

"Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong?"

"Bones, I –"

"But knowing is better than wondering, waking is better than dreaming, and even the biggest failures, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."

Booth pushed himself off of the couch and moved to wrap his arms around her waist.

"I want this Booth. I've always wanted this. I've just been afraid up until now."

He slid his arms up around her torso and pulled her the rest of the way into a hug.

"It's gonna happen, Bones. I just want everything to be perfect," Booth whispered into her ear.

"It doesn't have to be perfect."

"Yes, it does."

Brennan pulled away to look up at him, but kept her arms around his torso.

"When this happens, we'll be crossing that line we'll never be able to step back over," Booth told her.

"I realize that. But maybe I don't want us to go back."

"What about your concern of FBI dating a consultant?"

"Your boss loves you…and me. I don't think that that's going to be a problem."

"So then, we're doing this? You and I are really happening?"

"If by 'happening' you mean starting a relationship, then yes."

Booth leaned in to kiss her again, suddenly not caring about the baseball scores at all. He was finally getting everything he'd ever wanted. He was getting Bones. Sweets was going to have a field day with this one.

(Insert line break here)

Dr. Lance Sweets sat in his office, waiting for his appointment to arrive. They were late…as usual. He couldn't understand how someone as punctual as Dr. Brennan could be 15 minutes late everyday. He didn't peg Agent Booth as someone who was always late either. And yet 15…16 minutes later, there was no sign of them. Just when he was about to call them, they walked through the door.

"You're late."

"Have we ever been on time?" Booth asked.

"Well…no, but today you were later than usual."

"That's because we had to go all the way over to Angela's apartment so I would have something to wear today."

"You two spent the night together?" Sweets asked in disbelief. "And why couldn't you go back to your place to get clothes?"

"First of all, it's not what you think, Sweets," Booth told him. "I'm afraid that our current killer is going to try to kill Bones. We know he knows where she lives. So she's staying with me until we know that her apartment is safe."

Sweets nodded, but he wasn't completely convinced.

"So what did you two do last night?" he asked.

They exchanged a knowing glance and smiled. Okay, something had definitely happened last night.

"We watched the series finale of a sitcom," Brennan stated.

"Friends," Booth interjected. "It's in re-runs."

"And that took up your whole evening?" Sweets wanted to know.

"We ordered pizza…" Brennan trailed off.

"Yeah, but we ate that while we were watching Friends."

And then they were silent.

"Something happened last night, didn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Booth asked.

Sweets looked back and forth between them.

"You…you seem more content with each other than usual."

"We were also later than usual," Booth pointed out.

A small laugh escaped Brennan's lips.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" Sweets protested. "Tell me what's going on."

"Nothing," Brennan smirked. "Everything's normal; well everything except for that man who's trying to kill me."

Sweets led out a frustrated sigh as Brennan's cell phone went off.

"Think that's the guy?" Booth asked. "Put it on speaker."

She nodded as she answered it.

"Dr. Brennan."

"I was very disappointed that you didn't come home last night. We would have had a blast."

"The bomb squad found something," Booth mouthed.

"I guess this means that I am smarter than you," Brennan told him.

"I wouldn't go that far, Temperance. I did leave your address at the scene of the crime. Any idiot could have put two and two together."

She scoffed at the remark.

"But don't you worry your pretty face; I still have big plans for us."

"Care to share?"

"Not knowing is half of the surprise."

Dial tone.

Brennan looked over at Booth.

"I was told that he rigged a bomb to go off upon opening your front door. The bomb squad was able to disarm it," Booth explained. "They uh…called last night."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

She sighed and looked away from him as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I've told you that."

"But what if you can't?"

"Have the two of you committed to a relationship?" Sweets butted in.

Booth and Brennan gave him a brief glance before returning to their own conversation.

"I can and I will."

"Was that a yes?" Sweets asked in amazement. "I was right!"

"Not quite," Brennan corrected him. "Your theory is entirely based off of the dynamics of what you believe to be our first case. Our real first case occurred a whole year before the one you're aware of." She turned back to Booth. "You can't be so sure that you'll be able to protect me no matter what."

"Wait, you've worked together before?"

"That's what the lady said, Sweets. Let it go. Now Bones –"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Sweets exclaimed. "This ruins everything! My book is crap!"

"Oh calm down, Sweets. We ended up together; just like you predicted," Booth pointed out.

"This is unbelievable."

"Booth, what if he knows where you live?" Brennan asked, ignoring Sweets' comment.

"Does he even know who I am?"

Sweets shook his head, trying to forget about this recent change in life and focus on the case.

"Well, in my opinion, he knows exactly who you are, Agent Booth. He seems to be quite infatuated with Dr. Brennan and probably sees you as an obstacle in his way."

"Then why did he put a bomb at my place instead of his?"

"Perhaps he assumed that Agent Booth would be entering your apartment first, as a precaution."

"The blast would have killed us both," Booth explained. "Regardless of who walked in first."

"Well then…I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Perhaps you should have the bomb squad check out your place as well, just to be safe," Brennan suggested.

"Okay yeah, I'll do that." Booth sighed looking over at her. "Hopefully this will all be over soon."

AN: Feedback is appreciated. :)