Disclaimer: I don't own "The Thief" by Brooke Fraser or Bones, I just put them together for you guys :
Summary: What should have happened when Bones told Booth that Sully asked her to go to the Caribbean.
Your eyes are full
Full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
At me in that wondering way
"Don't go." He repeats taking a step towards me.
"What? Booth..."
"I know, I said you should go, that you need a vacation but Temp.. you just... don't go."
"Booth..."
"I know, call me fickle, call me controlling just please, please do not get on that boat Brennan."
It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say
"Booth..."
"And I get it, i mean Sully's a great guy and you like him and i know, i know that you want to go but i just... i don't want you to."
He sounds desperate now, he's pacing too.
"BOOTH!"
"Yeah?" He says looking up at me, he stops pacing.
"I'm not going with Sully."
"Oh."
You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to
"I can't leave for a year, i love my work, i like my life, i don't want things to be put on hold for a year. That's 365 days that i won't be helping any other human being."
"Generally years are 365 days long." He chuckles at our role swap, now i'm ranting and pacing.
"And i mean come on, Sully knows how much i love my work, he knows that i would never want to leave it for an extended period of time. And although our relationship is fairly serious i couldn't possibly leave behind all of this for him. The next forensic anthropologist lives in Montreal, you don't even speak French."
You're ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play
"Bones?"
"Yes?"
"Why aren't you getting on the boat?"
"I told you, i love my work..."
"Bones, the real reason."
"Because... because i don't want to lose the things that i worked so hard for."
"You're job would wait..."
I look at him like he's sprouted another head.
"Not just my work Booth, my friendships."
You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to
"With who?"
"Whom."
"Whom then?"
"You know who Booth. And what's with the telling me to go just so you can bust in and tell me not to and then question me on why i'm not going?"
"I just... needed to know."
"Know what?" I ask.
It fits in your hand like water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
And shows we are the same
Rather than wait til I put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
And I'm letting you
"Know that it's not just me who feels something."