Coming for you. ( Rated M )

~ Okay this is my first Bones fic every so please be kind. I always welcome reviews that offer advice on how to better my writing. But please remember to not be mean about it. I'm a B/B shipper all the way and not a huge fan of character death. So there will be none of that here. This is going to be a multi- chapter fic and I'm hoping to start pumping out more chapters soon!

~ I do not own the Bones characters or anything associated with it. I write stories strictly for fun.


Prologue:



“ Bones...I don't WANT you go, but you HAVE to go. We've been given a direct order by both the FBI and the Jeffersonian. If you don't do this you could die Bones and then we really wouldn't be partners anymore. “ He sighed. He didn't want to do this, hell he didn't want her to do this, this day was turning into hell in a hand basket quickly.

Special Agent Seeley Booth was currently pacing in Temperance Brennan's living room at 4:30 am on a Saturday morning. Brennan was currently sitting on her couch with her feet tucked under her, her face a mix of frustration and fear. Not only an hour ago Deputy Director Cullen had placed a call to Booth requesting his presence at the Hoover Building asap. Once there Booth had been informed that she was going into Witness Protection Program and would be gone by 6 am. They didn't know how long she would be gone just that she was going. Cullen had been nice enough to let Booth be the one to tell her. Truth be told Cullen didn't have the balls to do it. Ever since his daughters death, he had come to like Brennan but he knew she would only do this for Booth.

Booth stopped pacing and sat down on her table in front of her and grabbed her hands in his. “ I'm..we're doing this for you. While you're gone we can concentrate on finding him and not protecting you. I promise you I will do everything to find them as soon as I can and then I will personally come and get you myself. I made you a promise Bones...I promised you I would never leave or betray you and I won't break that promise. I WILL come for you.” He finally let his eyes look up to hers, hoping she could see the truth behind his eyes.

Brennan let out a long sigh and her blue eyes met his brown ones. “ Booth...I don't need protecting I can take care of myself..but if YOU want me to do this I will. You've never done anything to put my in harms way on purpose before. And I trust you...just come for me soon please. “ Booth offered her his charm smile and pulled her into a “ Guy hug”.

“ Atta girl Bones...Atta Girl “.......he murmured against her hair.


Two hours later they were standing on the runway at Fort Meade watching the plane start up. The crew from the Jeffersonian had been allowed to accompany them. For all intent and purposes it looked like she was going on a recovery mission for some remains over in Iraq. “ Paperwork “ had been forced through quickly from the Army so there would be a paper trail. But if anyone casual observer took a chance and looked at everyone they would be able to see the sadness and fear on every one's face. Cullen stood just outside the hanger doors and the rest of the team were back in side. It was just Booth and Brennan standing in the doorway.

“ Bones...just remember I WILL come for you and it will be soon. The paperwork came through a few minutes ago and it appears on paper that you are going on a recovery mission for remains in Iraq to help identify remains of soldiers. Once you are on that plane you'll be handed an envelope as to where you are going. Essentially you are in the witness protection program but you won't be getting a new identity. You are going to a safe house where you will be kept. You are not to leave the house once you are there. Everything you need will be brought to you. You'll be given a laptop that has a secure connection to Cullen and Cam. You are allowed to check in with us once every other week. And before you argue it has to be that little so you aren't traced. We don't know if these guys can get into a secure server but chances are they will try. “ He finally took a breath and looked at her. She was standing there watching him not saying anything but he knew he was about to get a lashing.

“ ARG! Are you kidding me. Not only am I going to be stuck in a house with nothing to do! But I can't even work. I at least figured I would have a job I had to attend....” Booth interrupted. “ Bones I had them transfer all your chapters for your book onto the new laptop so you could at least write your book. I know it's not much but it's something. And if this goes the way I want it to...you won't be there long...

Before Booth could finish Cullen cleared his throat. “ Okay kids it's time to go..Brennan.” With that he pointed towards the plane with his head. Now that it was actually time Booth could feel his chest tighten. He didn't want her to go, he wanted her here with him. He was her gun damnit.

“ Sir give me 5 minutes please. “ Booth said looking at Cullen pleading. Cullen stared at him for what seemed like hours before replying “ 5 minutes Booth and that's it. I mean it.”

Booth stepped forward and winding his fingers into her hair, he placed his forehead on hers. At the sudden closeness she gasped. “ Booth what...”

“ Shhh don't say anything..let me talk for a min. ...Look I know the last few months have been hell on everybody and that is mostly my fault. My surgery wasn't exactly planned and my amnesia certainly wasn't.” He licked his lips and continued to whisper. “ In my dream you were my wife, you were expecting my child and while I know here that you don't want either one of those, I was soo happy. I know we're just partners and friends but dammit Bones I can't do this anymore. I need you....I love you. God I love you. I'm so far in love with you I don't know how to breathe looking at you some days. I don't expect you to feel the same. Hell I actually expect you to slap me any minute but I can't let you go off without you hearing those words from me. I'm not taking anymore more chances you hear me.”

At his sudden confession of love Brennan hissed. Love...love was just chemical reactions produced in the body right. All scientific...right. So why was she suddenly tearing up. Shouldn't she be shouting from the rooftops on how love doesn't exist and that marriage was an archaic tradition.

Before she could form another thought, Booth brought their lips together, his hands in her hair cupping the back of her head. A squeal from Angela could be heard in the background but she couldn't really tell who it came from. Her mind was swirling in so many directions at the moment and the only thing she could think about is kissing him back. Her lips moved under his as the kiss went from gentle to possessive and hungry. Her hands came up to rest on his suit jacket as she pulled him into her. He tasted like coffee, toothpaste and something that could only be described as Booth. He sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth and let his tongue run along it. She moaned and deepened the kiss by running her tongue along his bottom lip. He surrendered and let her tongue sweep inside, their tongues dueling.

Booth felt her tongue run along his bottom lip and he felt his knees go weak. He was kissing Bones..his Bones and My oh my was it the sweetest taste he had every had. She tasted like everything he imagined she would. Just as Booth was about to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her to him, Cullen yelled. “ Alright let's go Dr. Brennan.” With a sigh Booth pulled his lips from hers and while they were still inches apart he whispered. “ Remember..I love you and I will come for you. “ She nodded, kissed him quickly and nodded. “ We'll talk about this when you come for me Booth. I promise. “ And with that she stepped away from him and walked away. She looked back once and met his eyes.

They were the darkest she had ever seen them and she knew then without a doubt, he would come for her.

~ Okay this is my first Bones fic every so please be kind. I always welcome reviews that offer advice on how to better my writing. But please remember to not be mean about it. I'm a B/B shipper all the way and not a huge fan of character death. So there will be none of that here.

~ I do not own the Bones characters or anything associated with it. I write stories strictly for fun.







With a frustrated growl Brennan pushed herself away from the desk she was sitting at. The desk was situated in a corner of a small room, in a small house out in the middle of nowhere.

After boarding the plane she had been handed a manilla envelope, a laptop case ( laptop included ) and a file. When she had looked up at the person who handed her the file with questioning eyes, the reply had merely been ..” Agent Booth said you would want to be involved and he wasn't putting it up for debate.” Brennan had offered the man another small smile before opening the folder. The first piece of paper on the top had been Sweet's profile on the suspect.

The suspect is probably male, between the ages of 35 and 42. He most likely holds a White Collar job but has several other side jobs, he feels are more hobbies then anything. He feels stifled by his position in the white collar world. The way he words the threatening letters and emails shows extreme hatred and rage. I believe the suspect is probably deeply depressed over a single moment in his life which did not turn out the way he wanted. In some perverse way, he seems to feel that Dr. Brennan is the cause of that single moment or that he would somehow benefit by her death. When the suspect finally decides to make his move it will be unplanned and in the heat of the moment.

Brennan reread the words before frowning. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the headrest of her seat. She tried running through her memories to see if she could remember anything or anybody that would fit that profile. After minutes that seemed like hours she couldn't pinpoint any one person. In her line of work with Booth she had made many many people extremely furious. With a sigh she lifted her head and looked around the plane. This might take awhile....

Eight hours later the plane landed in what Brennan had read was Alaska. Yes they had sent her to Alaska. With her jacket pressed around her she grabbed her bags and was escorted out of the plane under the cover of night and into a hanger. Four agents dressed in the simple black suits escorted her into a plain sedan. As she watched the scenery fly by her window she sighed, missing D.C. Already.

Almost a week later Booth paced his office while running his hands through his hair. They had nothing new in the case in over 7 days. Whoever this guy was he was good. Hodgins had been over every particulate he could find pertaining to the case, Sweets had gone over all of their case files hoping that someone had stood out. After he had picked around 10 people he thought would be the most pissed off he had gone home for the weekend. Booth selected two agents per case and sent them off to interview the suspect. Only four of the chosen threats where out of jail and they all had legitimate alibi's.

With another frustrated growl Booth looked around the office. There was nothing new they could learn today. With the decision to head home he placed his gun into the holster, grabbed his keys and made his way to the elevator. As he made his way out the front doors of the Hoover Building, the crisp February air blew over his skin and caused him to shiver. Pulling his keys out of his pocket he opened the door to the SUV and just before he was about to slide his leg in he saw it. A blinking red dot under the passenger seat, he turned and started running as fast as he could. Seven steps later he was knocked off his feat by a wave of heat as the SUV exploded and debris rained down on him. Hitting his head on the pavement, the air was knocked out of his lungs and his head began to pound.

Several minutes later Booth was swarmed by a few Agents who had heard the explosion. One of the agents whipped out a phone and dialed 911 requesting an ambulance while screaming into the phone “ AGENT DOWN! “. Booth howled in pain as he tried to sit up using his left arm to push himself up. Giving into the pain Booth let himself fall back and when he did, it hit just a little to hard. His head hit the pavement with a thwack that would even make a certain Anthropologist wince. One of the several agents who had been standing over him turned and looked down and was just in time to Booth's eyes roll into the back of his head.

At the same moment the Paramedics arrived on the scene, Deputy Director Cullen's car screeched to a halt on the side walk in front of the building. Cullen jumped from his car and sprinted over to where his number one agent was currently laying on the ground unconscious.

“ Damn it! “ He cursed while running his fingers through his hair. He turned to look at one of the agents and his finger thrashed forward. “ You come with me now! “ He growled and turned to head towards the SUV, that was currently in pieces.

While the agent gave Cullen a play by play of what they knew, Cullen kept one eye on the paramedics. As the agent finished relaying the information, Cullen sighed and pulled out his cell phone.

“ Cullen sir...there's been an incident at the Hoover Building......no sir....yes sir....It's Special Agent Booth Sir....” Cullen was deathly quiet while the man on the other end of the line screamed and barked orders. “ Yes sir...I understand sir.........yes sir....thank you sir...As soon as I make the proper arrangements sir. “ With a snap of his phone he ended the call and strode over to the paramedics as the were loading Booth into the ambulance. With a grim look on his face, Cullen leaned down and whispered something into one of the paramedics ear. After a few more whispered words Cullen nodded and climbed into the back with Booth. The doors were closed, sirens on they sped away.


Many many miles away, Brennan sat at her desk typing furiously at her keyboard that sat in front of her. Her eyes were blurry and bloodshot from being in front of the white screen for so long. She really tried to focus on her latest novel but lately she just couldn't. Every time she tried to write out a scene between Kathy and Andy, her thoughts would always turn to Booth and that kiss. No matter how hard she tried not to think about it, it always came back seconds later. With a sigh she leaned forward and laid her head down on the desk while resting on her arms. Maybe...just maybe if she let herself think about it, it would go away and she could focus on her writing.


She didn't usually get a good nights sleep but he had insisted she be in bed by eleven that night. She had snorted at him when he said she needed some honest to god beauty sleep. So when Booth had walked into her bedroom at an ungodly hour in the morning in just his flannel pajama pants and had gently shaken her awake, she had wanted to punch him. Once she had opened her eyes and all but growled at him, he quietly told her he was leaving in a few min to meet with Cullen and that he would be back as soon as possible. He told her in a tone that left the impression he wasn't asking but telling her, that Agent Coleman was outside in the living room and she was not to leave the apartment or make any phone calls. Once he had retreated into the guest room to get ready she had honestly tried to go back to sleep. Upon realizing she wouldn't be able to, she sauntered out into the living room to start coffee.

When Booth returned she had simply handed him a cup of coffee and turned to him waiting to hear what had happened. She didn't need to ask him, Booth never lied to her. Without missing a beat he had told her as gently as possible what Cullen had planned. She had been mad...no furious was the word she was looking for. Arguments had ensued between the partners and finally after what seemed like hours, Booth had begged her to go. And when she had looked into those brown eyes she could just tell he was worried about her, genuinely worried for her safety. So in the end she relented and agreed to go.

And then at the army base Booth threw her for a loop. He had not only kissed her, which would have sent her mind reeling, he told her he was in love with her and then sent her packing onto the plane. The man was definitely infuriating not to mention cocky. The whole plane ride she had spent analyzing her feelings for him. Did she love him back? What was love supposed to feel like? That kiss..

Before she could finish that thought, there was a knock on her bedroom door. She lifted her head and looked towards the door. Another soft knock was followed by a “ Dr. Brennan, it's Agent Cyro. I'm sorry to bother you mam but you have a phone call. “ With a sigh, she stood up and walked to the door. Before throwing back the lock and turning the knob, she asked “ Password? “ The agent replied quickly. “ Mac n Cheese.” With a smile Brennan opened the door and took the phone from him. With a nod of thanks, she closed the door and re latched it, and brought the phone to her ear.

“ Dr. Brennan.”

“ Dr. Brennan, this is Deputy Director Cullen. I wanted to be the one to personally tell you this time.
I know the last time something like this happened, didn't end too well for any of us and I am hoping to avoid that this time. Earlier this evening, Agent Booth was injured in an explosion outside of the Hoover Building..” Before he could finish that statement, he was quickly cut off..

“ Is he okay? He's okay right? What happened? Was anyone else injured? “ The questions seemed to spill from her mouth faster then she could think.

“ Yes mam, he's okay and no, no one else was injured. We believe the same person who is looking for you, attacked Agent Booth. As soon as I am off this phone a call will be placed, alerting the media that during the explosion Agent Booth received injuries that were fatal. We have decided that faking his death once again will take him off the radar and make you seem like an easier target. I am assuming at this point, the need to take out Agent Booth stemmed from his uncanny ability to protect you. Now I mean this as a compliment Dr. Brennan but if I were out to get you, I would feel threatened by the fact that Agent Booth would hunt me down. With that said, as we currently speak Agent Booth is on a plane currently under heavy sedation heading your way. While we felt the need to place him in Witness Protection like yourself, I have no doubt had we done that and not sent him to you, he would have pitched a fit and possibly injured any agents in the vicinity when he awoke. “

Brennan listened as he explained what was currently happening. As the explanation kept coming, she felt her head start to pound. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. This whole situation was getting out of hand and it was starting to wear her down. First she's thrown into the middle of nowhere and now Booth was hurt.

“ Director Cullen, thank you for keeping me apprised of the current situation. I'm grateful that this time, I was informed of Booth's “death” instead of being kept out of the situation. When will Booth arrive? “ She asked as she crawled into her bed.

“ Agent Booth will arrive at 0300. He will still be slightly groggy when he arrives. We felt the need to keep him under sedation for the journey, for fear he would aggravate his back and shoulder. After the plane lands, we have a doctor waiting to board who will check Agent Booth's injuries. By the time he reaches you, he should be awake, if not a little sleepy. If there's nothing else Dr. Brennan I really need to head back and get the press conference under way. “ He said with a sigh of relief, that the conversation had fared far better then he had expected.

With a smile on her face for the first time in days she answered. “ Actually yes there is Director Cullen. If Booth is going to be staying here with me I would highly suggest that you have a rather large TV brought in, along with some movies. He will be quiet aggravated without his boob tube as he says.”

With a chuckle he informed her one would be delivered as soon as possible. Dr. Brennan never failed to surprise him.

~ Okay this is my first Bones fic every so please be kind. I always welcome reviews that offer advice on how to better my writing. But please remember to not be mean about it. I'm a B/B shipper all the way and not a huge fan of character death.

~ I do not own the Bones characters or anything associated with it. I write stories strictly for fun.


Chapter 2:


Brown eyes glared at the two agents who were seated in the front seat of the Grey sedan that was currently making it's way down the highway. From what he could see the place was covered in snow and it was night time. Letting his eyes roam over to the clock on the dashboard he could see it was 2:45am. He had no idea where they were going but he hoped they would get there soon. All he had been told on the plane was that they had landed in Alaska, he was going to a safe house and he was to stay there until the son of a bitch was caught. With a sigh he turned to look back out the window and winced in pain as his shoulder was jostled. The sling they had put him in was uncomfortable and hindered his movements. Back at the hanger the doctor had informed him that he had bruised several ribs, aggravated his back problems and broken his collar bone when he landed on the concrete. Luckily he had avoided a concussion and only had a knot on the back of his head. But damn if that knot hadn't given him a nasty headache.

At 3:02 they pulled up in front of a small house that was bathed in darkness. When the car was turned off, the two agents in the front seat opened their doors and spoke in whispers before separating. One agent made his way to Booth's door, the other grabbed his duffel bag from the trunk. Quietly the three men made their way up to the front door and were greeted by two agents, one of them offered his hand to Booth.

“ Hey man, I'm Agent Cyro, I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances. We are going to do our best to keep you safe and if there is anything you need, feel free to ask. “

Booth offered a small smile at the agents friendliness and shook the mans hand with his uninjured arm.
“ Thanks man. I'm sorry to keep you away from any loved ones and I promise to try to not be so grumpy while I'm here. This wasn't exactly my idea. “

After exchanging some information the two agents that escorted Booth disappeared back into the car, while the two agents at the door ushered him into the house. As the door closed behind him Booth turned to the two agents.

“ Soo guys I'm actually really tired. The pain meds the doc gave me are starting to wear off and I'd like to relax a bit. Where can I find the bedroom? “ Booth murmured while raising a hand to cover his yawn.

Agent Cyro nodded and started down the rather narrow hallway and stopped abruptly at a door on the left.

“ Agent Booth, we didn't have much notice that you would be joining us here so the room is still sparsely furnished. Director Cullen has made arrangements for some deliveries tomorrow to make sure that your room is more comfortable. For now tho, there is a bed, dresser and nightstand. There is also a bathroom adjacent to your room as well. Toiletries have been purchased for you and are in the bathroom in a bag on the counter. I also have to inform you that you have a roommate across the hall. Doc made it quite clear that since your room was currently only furnished for sleeping you are more then welcome to use the amenities across the hall. If you need anything feel free to ask. “


Booth nodded “ Thanks man, I didn't even know I was on my way here until I was here. According to the Doc on the plane I was kept sedated until just before we landed. “

“ It's no problem Agent Booth. These things happen and it's our job to be ready. You know you're a legend with the FBI and it's a great pleasure to be able to help. “

Booth grinned sheepishly. “ Thanks, just like you, I'm just doing my job. So I have a roommate huh? What's the Doc like? “

“ The Doc is....let's just say the person across the hall is more then a private person. We haven't seen the Doc for more then ten minutes at a time. And even then it's only to bark out an order. “ Cyro said grimly. “ Honestly this has been one of my easiest assignments to date. Not much to do with the Doc staying in the room all the time. All the windows in here have been lined with bullet proof plexy glass. So it's safe to wander. “

Booth found himself yawning again. “ I'm going to head in and hit the hay. Thanks guys, and if you see the Doc please let them know that I'll be around in the morning to introduce myself at some point. “ With that Booth headed into his room and shut the door.

The room wasn't huge but it wasn't small. The queen size bed was dressed in a dark colored comforter similar to his back in DC. There was a nightstand next to his bed with a small lamp on it. On one wall there was a couch with a coffee table in front. The room wasn't horrible but it wasn't exactly welcoming. He dropped his bag onto the bed and dug through his clothes. After a few minutes he found his sweatpants, tee shirt and boxers. Dropping them onto the bed, he reached up slowly and gently unhooked his sling with a wince. Laying the sling on the bed, he kept his arm against his chest as he reached back with his good arm and lifted the tee shirt over his head and then gently lowered it off his bad arm. It took some effort but he managed to get his pants and boxers off with minimal pain and turning he headed into the bathroom.

The shower had felt great on his back but washing had proved to be difficult. His back didn't allow him to twist and turn the way he needed to in order to scrub himself. Getting shampoo into his hand and into his hair had been painful. He had dropped the bottle four times and bending over to retrieve it had brought tears to his eyes. Drying himself off as much as possible he gritted his teeth and tried to get dressed. That act had taken another thirty minutes and by the time he had finished he was beyond exhausted. He snapped the sling back in place and reached for his bag. Finding his bottle of Motrin, he grabbed two and threw them into the back of his throat. After placing his dirty clothes on the floor next to the bathroom door and setting his bag on the couch, he crawled into bed. Before he fell asleep he said what he did every night for the past year. “ I love you Bones”.


Brennan had just closed the button on her jeans when there was a knock on her door. Opening the door hoping to see Booth but instead she came face to face with Agent Cyro.

“ I'm sorry to disturb you this morning Doc, but Agent Harris is here and is asking for orders for Breakfast. I was wondering if you wanted anything? “ Cyro asked quietly.

“ Actually I think I would. If it's at all possible I believe I would like a cup of fruit, yogurt, bagel with cream cheese and a coffee. “ She said with a nod. “ Yes that sounds nice. “

Agent Cyro returned her nod and turned to leave. Before she could shut the door he turned suddenly.

“ Doc, I was also wondering if you think we should order something for Agent Booth. He arrived rather late last night and didn't ask for anything so I have no idea on what to order him.” He said whispering.

“ Oh well yes he should eat something then. I believe Booth would like Eggs, Bacon, pancakes and a coffee as well. When you return with the food could you please bring the food to my room. I'd like to surprise Booth with breakfast. “

“ No problem Doc, see you in 20. “ With that he turned and walked away.

Brennan closed the door to her room and made her way over to the couch. With a plop she landed on the cushions and she closed her eyes and let her thoughts travel back to last night.

After receiving the news that Booth would be arriving to stay with her, she had realized that they would need to address what had occurred between them soon. Knowing Booth he would want to talk as soon as he saw her, and while she knew she returned his feelings, she didn't know how to voice them. She wasn't quite ready to say I love you yet. She had tried writing out her feelings and had rewritten the damn letter seven times before giving up and hitting the delete button. She had been frustrated and eventually she had grabbed the ipod Angela had given her at the hanger and headed into the bathroom for a long soak in the tub. After a few songs she had finally started relaxing, when a song she hadn't heard before came on. While listening to the lyrics she gasped. The words summed up exactly how she felt about Booth. Scrambling out of the bath, she made her way to her laptop and plugged the device in the way Angela taught her. Moving the song over, she smiled. When they were ready to talk, she would play the song for Booth.

A knock at the door let her know Agent Cyro had returned with Breakfast. With a sigh she rose from the couch and opened the door. Cyro was holding two cups of coffee in his hand and a bag was on the floor, with what she assumed was the food. Leaning down she grabbed the bag and pushed the door open allowing the Agent into the room. He placed the two coffee's on the table in front of the couch while she started pulling the food out of the bag.

“ Thank you for Breakfast Agent Cyro. I'm certain Booth will appreciate the food. “ She said while setting up the food.

“ No problem Doc. I'll be hanging around the house as usual. If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask. “ He said before stepping back out into the hallway and disappearing in the living room.

After she finished laying the food, she checked herself in the mirror while running her fingers through her locks. Satisfied with her appearance she turned and headed out into the hall.

Standing in front of Booth's door, she raised her fist to knock. Her knuckles hit the door three times and she lowered her arm and waited.
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hey. this is great i really like the story...and now i cant wait for more....!!

I really like it so far and I can't wait for the next part!

A/N: Hey guys I'm back with a new chapter! I promise this is the chapter you all have been waiting for! I had a blast writing this chapter so I hope it's what everyone was looking for! On another note, I had the entire story outlined but as I was reading other fics today I ran across one with a very similar story plot villain and all. Soo with that out in the open, I need to ask you guys to bear with me for a bit. I'm going to be rethinking who the villain is and what happens.

Credit for this chapter go out to Rob and Toz. I'll admit going into this chapter I had some writers block. After venting my frustrations these two gave me some ideas and I went with it! Thanks guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones and if I did Booth and Brennan would have been hitting the sheets a long time ago!

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Morning came far too quickly for Booth's liking. Unlike his curtains at home, which were dark and kept the morning sun out, these curtains allowed the maximum amount of sunlight in. Forgetting about his shoulder, he tried to roll over and yelped in pain. He'd rolled over onto the shoulder in the sling. With a sigh of pain he rolled and landed on his back. He winced, he definitely was sore and a hot soak in the tub sounded like a good idea. Using his good arm, he pulled the covers back and forced himself up out of bed.

Getting out of bed was easier said then done. His back was stiff and sore, and it felt every muscle was screaming as he pulled himself up from the bed. It took all but a second for him to decide to forgo the shower. Stiffly walking into the bathroom, he fought to get the toothpaste onto the brush, and made a huge mess trying to actually brush his teeth. After cleaning up his mess, he sighed. This was going to be a frustrating stay.

He made his way back into his room and sat gingerly on the couch, his head falling back with closed eyes. Thought of Bones instantly filled his head. What was she doing this very minute? Knowing her she was either snappy from frustration, writing more of her new book or hassling the agents in charge of her. He snorted. No one was in charge of his Bones and if the Agents assigned to work with her hadn't figured that out yet, they soon would. More questions made their way into his head. What did she think of their kiss? What about his admission of love? She probably thought...Before Booth could finish that sentence he heard a knock on his door.

Groaning as he stood up off the couch, he shifted his sling and made his way to the door. Grabbing the knob and pulling it open quickly. He had been prepared to give Agent Cyro quite a bit of crap, what he wasn't prepared for was to see the woman of his dreams standing in front of him. While Booth was standing there with a shocked look on his face, Brennan waltzed into his room like she had every right to be there.

" Booth are you just going to stand there or are you going to shut the door? " She said in a shy voice he had never heard before.

It took him a minute to respond by shutting the door and turning to look at her. He couldn't believe it, Bones was here, with him, in a safe house. Before he could form another thought, she walked up to him and ran her hand lightly over his injured shoulder. All he could do was stare at her.

" How's your shoulder Booth, I heard that you had injured it but I don't know exactly what's wrong." Her fingers started lightly probing the bone and she could immediately tell it was broken. Her blue orbs looked up at him with concern written all over them. She moved to stand behind Booth and let her hands moved down to the hem of his shirt. Slowly and gently, as to not hurt his shoulder, she lifted the black tee up so she could access the damage.

Booth stood still, emotion clouding his eyes. He knew she was taking stock of his injuries. Her body was practically screaming mother hen syndrome. He felt her fingers gently probe his shoulder and he looked down and met her gaze. Concern was clearing showing through and it made his heart skip a beat. Then he watched her move to his back and when he felt her hands at his waist, he held his breath. Her fingers raised his shirt and suddenly her fingers were lightly running around the edge of what he knew to be bruises. Those slim fingers of hers, ran up and down his spine and he heard her gasp.

After she was finished her probing, she made her way back around to Booth's front, her hand never leaving his body but instead trailing across his back and over to his stomach. She brought her eyes up to him and there were wet with unshed tears.

" Booth....your clavicle is broken...you have several large and dark contusion's on your back..and your T1 and T2 in your thoracic vertebrae are dislocated. I can't fix those without possibly injuring your shoulder further. " She said softly while her fingers unconsciously rubbed her thumb back and forth on his stomach.

Booth finally let go of the breath he held in. Here was his Bones, in front of him and she was clearly worried about him. How she got there, how she seemed to not be surprised by his being there, those questions could be answered later. Right now all he wanted to do was kiss the woman.

" Bones..." he whispered, his hand moving up her arm slowly. " I'm going to kiss you now and I would be much obliged if you didn't hit me after. " His hand wound into her hair, his fingers sliding between the silky strands.

Using the hand that was currently buried in her hair, he guided her mouth to his. The hand on his waist stilled for a moment before moving underneath his shirt to softly stroke his stomach. His lips moved over hers in a feather like kiss. It was soft and gentle and only lasted a moment. When he lifted his mouth from hers, she sighed softly. Their foreheads came together and he whispered.

" I missed you. "

Brennan closed her eyes for a brief moment before bringing her hand up and placing it on his cheek.

" I missed you too...Booth what you said.."

She was cut off by Booth lifting his head and placing a finger on his lips.

" We have plenty of time to talk about that. How about we talk about why you aren't surprised that I'm here. Because honestly I had no idea you were." Removing his finger from her lips, he took her hand in his and led her to the couch. Before he could make it there she stopped him.

" OH I almost forgot..I ordered us breakfast. Agent Cyro stopped by early this morning and asked if I wanted anything. I have it all set up in my room."

He turned to her with a smile. " Actually breakfast sounds wonderful Bones. The Motrin I've been taking it tearing my stomach up without food in it."

Brennan offered Booth a huge smile, something she rarely did, but when she did offer it, it took his breath away. She grabbed his hand and tugged very gently, her cue for him to follow. As she opened his door she started talking.

" When I got the phone call early yesterday I made some demands. Hopefully you like my surprise I have waiting for you. I had them place everything in my room since it was more furnished and seemed to be more comfortable." She said leading him into the hall and over to her door.

He followed her without question, just like he knew he always would. When she opened her door and lead him in, he looked around and gaped at what he saw. Breakfast was indeed laid out on the table, her couch was a soft beige color and looked very soft. Across from the table a 62 inch plasma and boy was it beautiful. Her bed was in the same place that his was, but hers looked much nicer. Dark wood just like his but a beautiful cerulean blue comforter covered the bed. A stack of movies on the nightstand that was on the right side of the bed. With the way the couch was angled it was perfect for watching TV.

He turned to his, he eyes lit up with excitement. " Bones you did this for me? "

She smiled and nodded. " When Cullen called and told me you would be here early this morning, I told him you would want a rather large TV to keep you occupied."

He offered her one of his charm smiles and turned to look at the table. " So Bones what's for breakfast? "

Brennan turned to the table. " Well for you I ordered Eggs, Bacon, Pancakes and a Coffee, and for me a Cup of Fruit, Yogurt, Bagel with Cream Cheese and a Coffee." She answered as she sat down on the couch.

Booth followed her over and very slowly lowered himself down onto the couch with a wince. Brennan pulled the table closer so Booth could reach his food without pain and the pair dug into their food. Booth updated Brennan with what little information he had and she offered her own thoughts which weren't much either. When breakfast was done, Bones helped Booth up and they made their way over to the bed and settled in to watch a movie, both knowing that afterward, they would need to talk.

Very nice chapter.
I like that Bones isn't freaking out or being overly affectionate towards him. (I hate when people write her like that)
And I really like the first sentence so no worries there. (you didn't have to mention me, just because I said not to worry about the first line....)

Can't wait for more!

YAY! I like this alot... It's different more please.
-Sunnie

great story, I love how Brennan and Booth are together and I love how Cullen didn't put them in separate houses, i think Brennan would have kicked his ass if he did that.