Dedicated To The One I Love

by luvhapiends

You remember not so long ago when Booth came back from Afghanistan with some arm candy and Brennan came back from Maluku with some clarity? Well, this is my own little interlude of what could have happened. Angela puts a music app on Booth & Brennan's phones to help them tell each other how they feel. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF BONES or ANY OF THE SONGS I USED

12. Chapter 12

A/N: I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to update. It's been a bit hectic here. Not to mention I'm sharing my computer with a 12-year-old who thinks she should spend all her spare time playing minecraft. Anyway, here's the chapter. Hope you like it.

Dedicated to the One I Love

Chapter 12

Booth shook his head. "I think I should wait. It doesn't seem right to send it until I have this settled."

Sweets nodded with a supremely satisfied smile on his face. "I think that's a wise decision."

Booth just shook his head, pulled some bills from his wallet, and stood to leave. He drove to the Hoover and walked uninterrupted up to his office.

He sat at his desk, automatically filling in forms while his mind wrested with his dilemma. When his stomach began to rumble, he realized just how much time had passed. He pushed his chair away from his desk, "It's definitely time for lunch," he said to his empty office.

But he couldn't face eating lunch at the diner without his partner, so he opted for McDonald's in the park. The park was quiet and there were few people he observed as he chose a bench.

He watched as an elderly couple walked by, their hands entangled as they walked. They took residence on the bench opposite his, deep in conversation and staring lovingly into each other's still brilliant eyes. He couldn't help but smile as he watched them. That was what he wanted one day. He shifted his gaze and stared off into the expanse of the park.

He could see himself, his dark hair gray and his skin aged with wrinkles, walking in the park. He saw his ringed hand holding the delicate hand of the woman with whom he had spent his life. The shelter of the trees allowed only a sparse amount of sunlight to highlight her soft, shining hair, making it seem more red than the auburn that was her natural color. And when she turned her head to look at him with her soft blue eyes, he felt the familiar tug on his heart.

He shook himself from his fantasy and closed his eyes, feeling as though his choice had been made. His hand slid into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and extracted his phone. As he had so many times in the last few days, he turned the phone over and over in his hand, before sliding it open and pressing the few keys it took to make his call. "Hey, can you meet me at the park? I need to talk to you."