A/N: Sorry it took me this long to update! The reviews have been REALLY great. Ptitange, you will get where I'm going with this after you read this chapter.

It was already half past five by the time Booth and Brennan got home. Booth was very worried about her. She was acting strange.

She acts as if she doesn't even want me here.

But that can't be it. The doctor said that she didn't protest. Maybe she's just tired.

"Are you hungry, Bones?"

She tried so hard to not shiver, but she couldn't help it.

"Actually, I would like to take a long hot shower, Booth. Is there enough time left before dinner?"

"Sure thing, you go take that shower. I'll get started on dinner in the meantime."

She left the room as quickly as she could.

What is up with her???

She sighed when she closed the bathroom door behind her.

I have got to get a grip! I can't keep freaking out like this, every time he calls me ... that!

He is an FBI agent! He will figure it out and soon, if I don't find a way to deal with this.

She shook her head and walked over to the closet to grab some towels. But instead of finding her towels, she found her beauty products. She opened the closet where her beauty products were supposed to be and found her towels.

She was confused.

What the hell happened? Booth wouldn't do this.

Maybe Ange did.

Yeah, that's probably it. Angela switched them.

She didn't have enough energy to worry about this. She hadn't told Booth, but the trip home had been really tiring. When she took of her shirt, she saw why. Those hideous words on her belly had started to bleed again. She sighed in frustration.

I really hope it stops bleeding, before I'm done showering. Because I really don't want to ask Booth to help me bandaging them.

She undressed further and stepped into the shower.

Booth was pacing in the living room.

Dinner wasn't coming along at all. So far he had managed to drop the plates, burn the vegetables and he had cut himself in the process.

He had taken a break to get his act together. The reason he was failing to do such a simple task as prepare dinner was because he couldn't stop thinking about Bones.

There is something she's not telling me. I have to figure out what that thing is. She has to tell me, if she doesn't I can't help her.

I have to help her.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. It didn't really help. He closed his eyes and repeated the process. After 7 times he finally felt calm enough to resume cooking.

She got out of the shower and gently draped the towel around her. Luckily the bleeding had stopped. At least for now. She walked to her bedroom. She entered it and closed the door behind her.

She opened the drawer of her underwear. She was shocked by its content. Instead of finding her underwear, she was looking at her personal stuff. She opened the drawer that was supposed to contain her personal stuff. And, sure enough, she found her underwear. She quickly grabbed the necessary underwear and closed the drawer.

She froze when she saw the letter between her personal stuff.

It's addressed to Bones. That means that only two people could have written this.

She picked the letter up with trembling hands.

Booth wouldn't do this. That means that there is only one person left.

She walked over to the bed and sat down on it.

HE wrote it.

That means that he was here.

In my apartment.

In my bathroom.

In my bedroom.

She opened the letter:

Bones,

You have a very nice apartment.

Next time we do it, we should really do it here. Instead of the back seat in my car.

Mine forever.

Bye Bones.

I wonder what is taking her so long. Surely, it doesn't take that long to take a shower.

He walked over to her bedroom.

"Dinner is ready."

"I'll be right there."

She was stunned by the letter. She placed it on the nightstand and quickly put her clothes on.

A few minutes later she arrived in the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with delicious smells, but Temperance Brennan didn't even notice.

Dinner was quiet and awkward.

Brennan hardly touched her food and Booth kept staring at her.

When is he going to stop staring at me? It's annoying.

I'm not even hungry. I just want to go lie down and rest.

She dropped her fork and took a sip of water.

Booth was worried, even more then when they had first arrived home.

I thought that she was just quiet because she was anxious to get home. But it's more than that.

He sighed.

I've had it! I have to know what is bothering her.

"Bones, I..."

"I'm sorry, Booth. I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

She couldn't do this. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

A/N:

The next one is the one we've been waiting for...