Sorry I kept everyone waiting. I was working on my other fic. I really appreciate all of you who reviewed and followed this story from chapter 1. This story is coming to an end soon.

Thank you Melissa, my beta.

Booth

I'm so happy to be home. When the helicopter went down, the thought that I may never come home crossed my mind. Bones and I spend the day after I get home together. We don't go anywhere, just stay in our apartment. She helps me unpack, and cooks me my favorite mac n'cheese. Bones never takes a day off work but she does it for me. Her simple action make me feel so loved by her, even though she doesn't say it, I know she does.

In the evening Rebecca brings Parker over and we spend some quality father and son time watching hockey on tv. It's the simple things like this that I missed. Parker's grown so much and it's obvious from his interaction with Bones that the two of them have gotten very close while I was away.

After Rebecca takes Parker home, Bones and I make out that night. We know we won't get to actually having sex. It's not possible now, but maybe when both my hands are working. I know I can make her scream with just my mouth and hands. I've missed that so much, the physical aspect of our relationship. The pain is bothering me, but I try hard not to let it show. The last thing I need is Bones to get on my case again.

She's undressed me to my underwear, herself completely naked, and is mapping out my body; tenderly fingering then kissing each scar with those sweet lips of hers. She slips a hand into my boxers and strokes my length. I didn't know how much I missed this until I feel her hands on me, stroking my shaft. She relieves me of my boxers, then crawls back up towards me, a mischievous grin on her face. I know what she's thinking.

"No Bones."

"Why not? You used to love it when I take you in my mouth."

"I can't…. you know, I can't return the favor."

"I don't need you to."

"But I want to."

Before I can protest any further, she's taken me into her mouth. Her hot, wet tongue is swirling around my tip. She's sucking me hard, varying the pressure. The pleasure I'm feeling is exquisite. It's been so long. She's making all these noises that tells me this is bringing her pleasure too.… no, no…. I'm surprised, as is she by my sudden release. I come into her mouth fast and hard, my hips instinctively jerking up towards her. The feeling is indescribable; I've not had an orgasm since I left. At the same time the involuntary movements send jolts of pain into my knee.

I gasp, sucking in air to keep the pain under control. The pain soon overcomes the pleasure I feel from my climax. Bones releases me from her mouth.

"That was fast."

I'm ashamed. I lost it like a teenager making out for the first time.

"I'm sorry." I pant.

"It's ok, I know you haven't had an opportunity to satisfy your urges while in Iraq. Me on the other hand, I could easily masturbate while thinking of you, thus achieving release on my own."

Damn that's a turn on, but my mind is shrouded with pain at the moment.

"Booth? You ok?"

"I – " My hands are still clutching at the sheets.

She seems to realize what's happening. When did she get so intuitive? "You're in pain. Your leg, I'm sorry."

"Why the hell are you sorry? I don't think I've come so hard in ages."

"Inflicting pain on you was never my intention."

"I know Bones. Just give me a minute ok?"

I take in deep breaths, trying to breathe the pain away.

"Take your Vicodin Booth."

"Bones."

She's lying beside me now, and I reach to caress her breast with my good hand. "I don't need any pain medications when I have you naked, by my side."

She leans up to kiss me and I reach down to part her folds. I can taste myself on her lips. She's so wet, I ache to be inside her. My thumb finds her swollen clit and I press on it. She groans into my mouth. I slip one finger into her, then two, stroking her walls where I remember she likes me to, circling her clit.. She's grinding herself hard into my hand. I wish I could maneuver my other hand to her breasts. Damn cast.

I needn't have worried. I feel her tremble then stiffen next to me. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she comes, moaning my name into my mouth.

"Better than doing it yourself?"

"Yes, much better." She pants.

I'm glad that I've managed to divert her attention from my pain.

"Go to sleep," I stroke her hair. "You've got work tomorrow."

She kisses me on the lips again, the rests her head on my chest. I feel her breathing slow and she's soon fast asleep. I lie awake, unable to sleep because of the throbbing in my knee.

The next morning we enter the medico-legal lab of the Jeffersonian Institute like we always did. Only this morning, she's pushing me in my wheelchair. Everyone comes round to greet me. I've missed all these people. It's good to be home.

"How's it going Agent Booth?" Sweets asks, when I'm finally left alone in Bones' office.

"It's good."

"I'm sure there're issues. You almost dying, having to take lives."

"I'm fine Sweets."

"I'll arrange for a session if you like."

"I'm fine Sweets." I repeat. I'm not ready for this, not ready to face my demons. Do I have demons?

"Agent Booth." I look up. Hank Watford, Bones' new partner, my replacement, walks into her office.

"We'll talk again." Sweets says as he leaves.

I shake Hank's hand. "Thanks for watching Bones for me."

"No problem. Temperance is an amazing woman. You're a lucky man. I wish I was assigned to her in the first place. Maybe I'd be married to her now instead of you."

I know it's a joke but I feel a stab of jealousy at my heart. I remember what Jared said to me in Iraq.

Bones walks in and the green-eyes monster gets the better of me as she smiles at Hank.

"Hey. Do we have a case?"

"Yes. Decomposed remains, probably human, found by hikers. Interested?"

"Always. Let me get my things."

"I thought you didn't' work in the field anymore?"

"I convinced her otherwise after a couple of months. She was getting all mopey cooped up here without you." Hank replies while helping Bones into her coat. Wasn't that my job?

I ball my hands into tight fists. For some innane reason I want to punch Hank Watford in the face. I feel my anger rising threatening to simmer over the surface.

"Bones. I'm not feeling too good." I lie. "Could you give me a ride home?"

"If you don't mind Booth, I'll get Hodgins to give you a ride home. I don't know how long this is going to take."

"Fine." I grit my teeth in anger.

I watch as Hank's hand moves to my wife's back, gently guiding her out the door. The slightest of touches and his hand drops to his side, but it didn't escape my eye. I feel the anger ready to explode. I scream in my head, wanting to lash out at something, anything.

"Hey G-man." Hodgins appears. "Dr B said you needed a ride home."

"Yeah." I seethe.

"Everything ok?"

"Just take me home Hodgins ok?" before I kill someone. Good thing I didn't say those couple of words out loud.

TBC.