I found this one sitting on my hard drive today almost finished so I finished it for you. I would put this somewhere in the not so distant future but I've come to expect nothing form HH and crew so god knows where this falls but it's still pretty cute.

I still have no ownership over this show.

Still Here

"You're still here." He mutters under his breath, almost as if he's just realized it and didn't know that the words were coming out of his mouth.

She's busy unpacking the brown paper bag, pulling out the Chinese cartons, "Hm…" She looked up at him briefly, "of course I am, you asked me to stay for dinner and to watch a movie. What did you think I was going to leave while you were changing?"

He smiles at her bluntness, "Never mind. I'm going to grab plates. Why don't you put the movie in?" She nods in agreement, as she pinches a few grains of rice between her fingers to sprinkle in her mouth. He grins happily to himself walking into the kitchen pulling out a couple of beers out of the fridge, grasping the cold necks between his fingers in one hand as he pulls the plates from another cabinet, carefully balancing chopsticks and a fork on top, before carrying it all back into his living room.

She's lined up all the food containers on his coffee table, rice in the middle, dishes they'll both eat on either side, and then her veggie dish set off to the side. She's up booting up the DVD player, TV, and sound system so he settles himself on the couch and begins serving himself carefully arranging the food on his plate, before reaching over and grabbing the dish she'd set aside and adding that to his plate.

"Hey what are you doing? That one's mine!" She exclaimed turning around catching him in the act. "Booth you have two meat dishes to eat do you have to have some of mine to?" She's smiling and hits him lightly on the arm as she plunks down on the couch next to him, grabbing the container from him and dumping the rest on her plate.

He chuckles leaning back with his plate on his lap and beer in hand, "Maybe I like that dish too." Which earned him a faux glare as she finished assembling her plate and then settled back into the couch beside him.

She lifted her beer towards him tipping it just slightly, "To another case closed." The bottles sound oddly dense as they clinked, "To the best partnership the Bureau's ever had." He finished for her, and couldn't help but love the way her eyebrow quirked up in that questioning manner as she took a sip from her bottle but she didn't say a word, instead hitting the play button allowing the opening theme music to fill the room.

Hours later, the empty containers are sitting on the coffee table just beyond their feet, which are propped up. His socks are outlandish colors in zigzagging stripes, her toe nails are painted a rich pink, something that he would have never expected from her. His arm is resting on the couch behind her and she's leaning against his side.

She's been quite for a while which is unusual for her when they watch movies together, normally she's always asking questions, trying to learn more, to get every last drop from the movie. Instead, he feels the slow rise and fall of her chest next to his and he knows that she's fallen asleep. He hadn't realized how much this last case must have worn her out.

He smiles to himself and carefully eases himself out from underneath her making sure that she's still propped up on the couch and sleeping soundly before he starts cleaning up the remnants of their dinner, carting the dishes and trash into the kitchen. He switches off the TV and smiles at her sleeping form. If him cleaning up didn't wake her up then she was likely out for the night.

Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her into his bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed pulling the covers up over her small frame. Smiling as she borrows into the pillow, he switches off the last light before retreating to the living room.

He doesn't get half way down the hallway before he hears her voice, "Booth?" it's soft and sleepy and he can resist going back to her. She's blinking softly and has already rolled further into the bed. "Where are you going?"

"To sleep on the couch," he answers with a gentle smile.

She shakes her head slowly, "No, sleep here you'll hurt your back if you sleep there and then I'll have to fix you."

Now he laughs, "You do have magic fingers; maybe I'm trying to come up with a reason for you to use them."

"That's absurd," She sighs blinking sleepily. "Come and sleep in your bed. I'll use my magic fingers on you later." Oblivious the double meaning of the comment she just made she closes her eyes and her breathing pattern evens out and he's helpless not to crawl into the opposite side of the bed from her. His head barely hit the pillow before her small frame wrapped around his, and he can't help but smile again to himself as he lets sleep capture him.

The sun is sparkling through the windows when he wakes up. He's in the bed alone but it's still warm, she can't have been gone ten minutes. He's afraid she's disappeared on him and that they took one-step forward and twelve back. Then the aroma of fresh coffee wafts into the bedroom.

He finds her in his kitchen rummaging through the contents of the fridge. "You're still here." He tells her for the second time in twelve hours.

She stands up straight closing the fridge behind her. "I'm not going anywhere Booth." Now he knows that she finally understands his wonder and she just waits for it to sink in. They're silent for a few moments but it's not long before she can't handle the silence any more. "I was going to make breakfast but you don't seem to have anything appropriate for breakfast, so there's just fresh coffee."

The grin is uncontrollable as he claps his hands together. "Then we'll just have to go out." And with that, he picks up her purse and coat handing it to her as he slides his feet into shoes and grabs his keys.

It's as she passes him to get to her own shoes that he finally takes a risk himself, wraps an arm around her waist, and pulls her close. "I'm not going anywhere either."

Her hands come up to rest on his chest and her blue eyes lock with his chocolate brown. "Well I'm glad that's settled." And she stretches up to brush a kiss across his lips. "Now I believe you promised me breakfast."

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought.

Babyrose