I know this has been done before, but I thought about this for more than a year and now I want to give it a try. Letters, Booth writes to Bones but never send. They follow storyline.

This time 554laura is my Beta, lots of thanks to her, she is doing a fantastic job.

Disclaimer: I don't owe Bones. Only using their characters

Jan. 01.2006

Dear Bones,

What can I say? I adore you.

Oh believe me, I would never say those words out loud, especially to you, but it's true.

It's been nearly a year since our first case, and we ended it with a big, ugly fight. I'm still sorry about that, you know? I've tried calling, but you've refused to talk to me ever since.

During this past year, I couldn't get you out of my mind, believe me. I've tried really hard to find a way to work with you again and to show you...prove to you...that I can do better.

Oh yes, I still believe in fate. There is no doubt about that. We were supposed to meet each other, and this is absolutely going somewhere.

Now we've been working together for nearly 6 months, and it's fair to say that we've become friends. My gut tells me that you would agree with that, too.

But there is so much more I wanna tell you. I like how compassionate you are when you find justice for the victims. I admire your knowledge and professionalism. I'm still surprised at how your brain works. I love that you've promised to help me with my personal balance sheet so I can put away as many bad guys as possible before my time is up with the FBI.

But lately there is this pull, a desire to spend more time with you, not only at work, but also in our free time. I enjoy our lunch breaks, (even if you steal my fries), our evening take out dinners while we're going through paperwork, our celebratory case-closed drinks. I don't wanna miss a minute of that.

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It's 4 am in the morning on the first day of New Year, and I cannot go to sleep because I am still thinking of you and how beautiful you looked tonight. There we were, at the Jeffersonian New Year's party. All of us were there, and we were all dressed up nicely. Yes, me too, but you were just gorgeous.

You dress was stunning. The midnight blue was a perfect match to your eyes. You should wear something like that more often. The stretchy fabric hugged your perfect body like a glove...the beautiful body you often hide under those unflattering lab coats. I liked how the low v-cut of your neckline showed your alluring curves and a fair amount of your delicate skin.

I can still smell your perfume on my shirt where you lay your head while we danced. I still feel your soft skin at my fingertips, holding you close while we were dancing.

And so...you might ask, why am I writing this all to you?

Because there is so much going on, so much that keeps me awake, so much I want to tell you and so much I cannot tell you at this point in time.

So I write things down that I am not allowed to say to you, at least not yet. If I do tell you, you will be confused, and maybe close yourself off to me again, and I don't want that to happen. But I need to tell someone what is burning inside me and it's nagging on me, so I had the idea of writing letters.

Letters to you.

I'm absolutely sure I won't write every day, but only when I want to say something to you and cannot address you directly for some reason.

Some of them may be long, some may be only a few short lines. I won't send them now...but I'll put them all in a box and save them.

Maybe someday I will let you read them, maybe someday when I am not afraid anymore, I'll get to tell you what you mean to me. So this is the first one of many.. at least I think so.

Booth

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