So here is chapter 14! Sorry I haven't written anything, had a bit of family thing come up-not fun.

Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, I appriciate it! It helps me learn from my mistakes:)

This story should be done pretty soon (maybe two more chapters)!

He knew one of four events would occur. The first would be that the letter had somehow gotten mixed up in the mail system and had never actually made it to her.

The second would be that she would ignore him for the rest of forever. She had trust issues, he knew that, and the reason behind those trust issues was the abandonment she'd suffered throughout her life, he knew that too. He also had this feeling that he was abandoning her.

He was ditching their unique friendship, that had taken years to build up, for something more. And if she didn't want anything more, than he was abandoning their friendship. He scolded himself for being so paranoid (Hodgins must've been rubbing off on him), but the nagging thought that by helping himself, he was hurting her, wouldn't leave his mind.

The third would be that she would act as if nothing ever happened, allow her feelings to fester up into an ugly bomb that would explode in an inappropriate display of emotion, probably directed at him. He didn't like that option either.

The forth event that could possibly occur was by far the scariest in his mind. That event being that his feelings would be mutual, that she had the same level of passion for him as he did for her. This frightened him. He wanted her, but the prospect of having her, of diving head first into a new adventurous life with her, made the butterflies in his gut erupt into a lengthy song-and-dance routine, complete with a great deal of fluttering choreography.

The whole ordeal made him anxious. He kept regretting what he'd done and then scolding himself. There could be no regrets. He'd said what he'd needed to and what he'd wanted to. He couldn't go on working with her, living with her in his life, without revealing what he'd kept inside for so long. No, he could not regret what he'd done.

The first time he'd had to scold himself was when he was driving to the post office.

'It's not too late to turn back.' He told himself as he stopped at a red light. He inhaled and continued onward. As he pulled into the parking lot, he opened the envelope once more.

He smiled at the picture that Parker had drawn for her. He remembered the question he'd asked him as he was shuffling through his crayon box.

"What color are Bones's eyes?" He asked innocently.

"Blue." He answered simply, signing his John Hancock on another piece of paper work.

"I only have one color blue. Will this work?" He held up a bright teal. Booth set down his stack of forms and looked over at Parker's crayon box.

"It'll work. It's not exactly the right color, but I'm sure no one will mind." He smiled warmly.

"Well, I could go look in my bag for my other box of Crayolas, maybe the right color's in there.. What color blue are they?" Parker asked.

"They're…" He began, "You know what, buddy?" He tousled his son's messy blonde hair affectionately with his had.

"I'm not sure anyone can make a color like that. Not even Crayola." He grinned genuinely. Parker nodded and colored in her eyes with the electric teal.

Booth had smiled as he put the drawing back in the big manila envelope, making sure none of the corners were bent. He looked back up at the building that stood before him, and again the butterflies began to practice their routine. He took a deep breath and unfolded the letter once more, deciding to read again, for the last time, to make sure it wasn't too horrible.

He wasn't sure why he was nervous. He'd written these types of letters before many times (mostly in high school), but they were always a lot sappier. He wrote what the girl who'd be reading wanted to hear. The letters he'd written before were a means to an end. Take an hour to write something down and end up with something much more pleasing. But this one wasn't like that. This one was serious.

It had taken him much longer than an hour to write. Hell, it had taken him awhile just to decide how to address her. He thought 'Temperance' sounded too formal and he'd only ever called her that once or twice. Dr. Brennan was impersonal and cold, he didn't want that. Bones had seemed a little too informal, but that was her pet name. The name given to her by him, the subtle term of endearment and affection that he used everyday. Coming that conclusion had taken him almost thirty minutes.

Booth had taken a deep breath and cautiously slid letter out of the packet.

Dear Bones,

For awhile, before I was assigned to be your partner, I didn't want to go to work. It was boring and all I did was sit at my cube and fill out paperwork. I almost thought about quitting, but then you came along (I know it's cliché, but it's the honest truth). I love working with you. You don't understand a lot of stuff, but you understand me (most of the time), and that's enough. You speak your mind and aren't afraid of offending people, which, while sometimes it's rude, I find refreshing. You know how to stand up for yourself and you put intensity and power into everything. You don't let a detail go unnoticed and you like to get caught up in your work, but on a rare occasion, you do something so daring I wouldn't even consider it. You demand respect and I think that's incredible. But mostly, you have passion. Passion for what you love.

You are truly an amazing woman.

I remember when I first met you; I'd look into your eyes and see ice. Now, when I look into those sterling baby blues of yours, I see laughter and I see happiness and I see the wonders of the world projecting out of them. You have beautiful eyes. They match your smile and your laugh, which are both amazing. I love your laugh, it's so carefree and alive, it makes me wish I could hold your hand and be by your side and make you laugh all day.

I know it makes you uncomfortable, but kissing you was the most breathtaking and amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I want to kiss you again, but for real this time. . I understand if you don't feel it, but I think we've got something. I think we've got energy and electricity that I don't think I can deny any longer. I think that, maybe…I might be in love with you.

If that makes you feel weird, I'll ask to be reassigned. I'll be gone, you'll never hear from me or see me again, I promise. I just needed to get that out of my system.

Everybody misses you a lot; I miss you a lot. Call me when the plane lands in London.

Seeley Booth

Ps. Sorry the letters so poorly written, after all, I'm not exactly Temperance Brennan.

He closed his eyes. He'd wanted it to be longer, but he'd found himself at a loss for words. He closed up the envelope and marched to his doom, going past the point of no return as he dropped the letter in the box.

Ten days and eight hours of sleep later, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was keeping him up at night. He was so anxious that he found himself bouncing his foot whenever he was at his desk. He went to medicine cabinet and took a few of his anxiety meds that had been prescribed so long ago, but they did nothing for him. He wanted September to go away. He didn't even want September to be a month. He just wanted the time to fly by and bring her to him so this torture would end.

As he thought this, Angela's voice projected through his head.

"Good things come to those who wait." He could hear her naughty smile bleed through her voice. He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to sleep.

So, what'd you think? Be honest!

~Rhea~

"I don't think tapping asses is appropriate to talk about in front of the deceased."- Zach (pilot episode)