Thanks for all of the lovely reviews! I have had a ball reading them and can't wait for more! So after lots of you asked for the continuation of this I couldn't help but put off actual work to write another chap of this. I hope you like it! Note: this was written late at night, so may not be very good.

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Ever since their reconciliation on Booth's couch things had almost fallen back into normalcy. Both partners were back to their blatant denial about their feelings for each other, going day by day and coming closer with every moment spent together. The subtle touches had increased. At every opportunity his hand found its way to the small of her back, or around her shoulders. When he was near her all he could think about was taking her into his arms. His hands itched to touch her and he knew that any day he was going to lose his control. He needed her. He had watched her with too many other men and was sick of being the shoulder to cry on.

He couldn't take his eyes away from her. He had stopped trying to cover up his attraction to her, watching her mannerism and movements carefully as her hands skimmed over the bones in front of her. He was well aware that his mouth was slightly open, desperate to hold her once more.

'Down boy, you're practically drooling,' he heard from behind him. Angela patted his back reassuringly. 'She hasn't made a move, huh?'

'No, she wants us to go back to normal,' he sighed. 'After Chris, you know.'

'Do you want me to talk to her?' Angela asked, leaning on the rail behind her. She couldn't take her eyes off the look in Booth's eyes, the absolute adoration dripping off him as he watched his partner.

'Nah,' he shook his head. 'She needs time, I can give her that.'

'You can't wait forever, Booth, she might find another man.'

'I don't want to push her.'

'You won't be pushing her; you'll be giving her a little nudge. She needs the encouragement that you're ready for this as well.'

'I don't know Ange. When she says she's ready, I'll be ready. She told me she wants time.'

'Femoral Patella Dysfunction Syndrome,' Brennan called from the other side of the platform, the victim's skull still held tightly in her hands. 'Victim would be no older than sixteen and very active. This syndrome is present in teenagers when they have grown too much in a short period of time while participating in weight-baring exercise.'

'Right,' Booth stepped forward, just as Cam and Nigel-Murray made their way onto the platform. 'So what does that mean?'

'It is a problem that mainly teenage girls suffer, very common,' Cam said as she joined Brennan at the side of the lab-table. 'It's when the thigh muscle is built up too much in a short period of time so pulls the knee-cap over to the outside of the knee. There is not enough tissue growth at this point of resistance between the knee-cap and the femur so the knee-cap grinds against the bone beneath.' There was a resounding groan from Booth and Angela. 'It's not that bad. I had it as a child, it's really not as painful as it sounds.'

'Is it too common to use in a missing persons?' Booth asked.

'Definitely,' Cam said, holding her hand up to Nigel-Murray who was about to interrupt with an explosion of facts. 'But if Angela recreates a face then we can compare it to missing persons.'

'Great,' Booth clapped his hands together. 'I'm going to go and interview the gardener who found the body. Bones, are you coming?'

'Yes, Booth, I just need to get my bag,' she slipped the gloves off her hands and dropped them into the bin before leading Booth to her office.

Booth leant against the doorway of his partner's office, watching as she slipped out of her lab coat. He was there behind her to help her into her jacket, allowing her hands to linger on her arms, not missing the chance to gently graze her waist.

'Ready to go Bones?' Booth said, a slightly husky tone talking hold of his voice. He realised that he had gotten lost in the moment, and dragged her into it with him.

'Yeah,' she replied, equally as breathlessly.

'Let's go,' he said, his hand taking its spot on the small of her back and leading her out of the office.

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It was much later that night when Brennan found herself standing below a wall double her size, her partner positioned closely beside her.

'So what we're going to do,' Booth explained, his hands moving with excitement. 'Is I'll hoist you up over the wall, you'll pull me up and once we're on the other side we'll try and find the murder weapon. Got it?'

'Yeah,' she nodded quietly, although he was having trouble seeing in the darkness of the night. 'But shouldn't we just get a warrant? Wouldn't that make it easier?'

'Caroline said that we didn't have enough evidence for a warrant,' Booth sighed. 'And it'd take too long anyway.'

'Alright, let's go,' Brennan said, turning away from Booth. He put his hands on her waist.

'Jump,' he said and she pushed off the ground, allowing him to lift her onto his shoulders. He grunted with the strain as her weight was only on his arms for a second, but straightened up to let her reach out and touch the wall. 'Are you alright?'

'Shouldn't I be asking you that?' she chuckled. He gripped her thighs, trying to steady himself.

'Alright, Bones,' he panted. 'You need to jump onto your feet on my shoulders. Here, hold my hands.' He lifted his arms to take her hands in his own. He felt her lift off his shoulders, gripping his hands tightly. Then she swung over his head, her feet landing on his shoulders before he felt her slowly let go of his hands and rest against the stone wall. 'So, just hoist yourself up.'

'"Just hoist myself up"? That's easy for you to say, down there all secure,' Brennan muttered.

'Don't you trust me Bones?' he asked. 'You're perfectly secure.'

'Of course I trust you, Booth,' she said. 'I just find it hard to hold that trust when I'm on your shoulders about to break into a million dollar mansion.'

'I would never let you fall,' he said quietly and she knew he wasn't talking about their current balancing act.

'I know Booth,' she said quietly. She leapt forward, gripping the top of the wall tightly as he pushed her feet, helping her to the top. Booth scampered around to a nearby tree and quickly climbed to a branch sweeping across the middle of the wall. Stepping out onto the branch he balanced himself before leaping forward and gripping the edge of the top of the wall. He felt two small hands grab hold of his forearms and yank him onto the top of the wall.

'Now to the other side,' he panted. Without warning he leapt from the wall, landing on the balls of his feet metres away from the wall. He got up out of the crouching position, jogging back to the wall and lifting his arms.

'Jump,' he yelled. She hesitated for a second before leaping down into his arms, knocking them both to the ground. The wind knocked out of him, Booth struggled to realise the close proximity of him and his partner, or the way his body was responding to this proximity. Booth was spread-eagled on the ground, Brennan draped over his body. One of her legs was in between his, her thigh resting snugly against where he would least like her to be focussing on. She looked down at him, her hands rested either side of his head. Their breath mingled. Their noses were close to touching.

'Bones,' he whispered. If he wasn't so winded, he would probably have been able to close the inches separating them. She leapt to her feet.

'We should get going,' she said, helping him to his feet. As they both were on their feet they were able to comprehend their surroundings. A large expanse of neatly groomed grass lay in front of them, a swimming pool cracking through the green. Booth was hardly surprised when an alarm sounded throughout the gardens. He grabbed Brennan around the waist, hearing the distant cries of the gardener, their main suspect, and ran towards the pool.

'Come on,' he said to her, pulling her with him as he slipped under the pool cover. He pulled it over their heads and rested against the wall of the pool. He felt his jeans and t-shirt clinging to his body and noticed the same was happening to her. He held her close to him, feeling the water drip over their heads.

She felt his warm arms around her waist and saw her hands resting on his chest, practically groping the well-formed pectorals beneath his drenched shirt. The lights from the house shone the pool cover a brilliant blue, lighting up their little tent. Only their heads remained out of the water and she felt him entwine his legs with hers. Her gaze was focussed on his lips and, when she looked up, she saw that he was equally as fascinated by hers.

'So…' she whispered. 'What now?'

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