Sorry about that guys – my computer didn't upload all the file. Hopefully you will like this chapter 8 better than the last one I loaded! – Riviera41797

Chapter 8

With a groan, Agent Booth suddenly realized where Bones was going. She was going to David's house. Swearing under his breath, he slowed down, allowing more cars to come between them. Unsure if he should proceed, and let her be alone there, or if he should go and make sure she was okay, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel a moment, as he slowed to a stop at the red light, the rain was still coming down hard, flooding the streets with water. The light turned green and he decided to check on her, there should be no chance that David was still there, but just in case, he told himself, he better check, she could be upset, and I may need to make sure she was okay to drive. Right. Okay to drive he assured himself.


Temperance realized she was driving way too fast for the rainy conditions, especially in a small sports car, like hers. Pressing down on the brakes, and slowing slightly, she peered out the window, frowning slightly, seeking the address she'd found online for David she finally pulled into a tree lined quiet neighborhood. Large trees framed the road, and streetlamps lit the way.

After driving a few blocks, she found the house number, and turned into the driveway of a blue rambler. Pausing a moment to take in the details of the home, she noted that the grass was neatly trimmed, the blinds pulled tightly closed, no outdoor lights on that she could see, to indicate anyone was home, and no car at all in the driveway. She noted a mailbox with no name on it at the end of the driveway.

Getting out of her car, and walking slowly to the front door, ignoring how soaked she was getting from the rain as her blouse quickly began sticking to her like a second skin, she stood in front of the front door, unsure if she wanted to even find out what she feared. 'What if what Booth said is true?' she thought to herself.

Knowing there was only one way to find out, she lifted her hand to knock, and as she did so, the door swung open slightly, not having been pulled shut all the way. She pushed the door the rest of the way open, and called out hesitantly "Hello? Is anyone home? David?" crossing the threshold into the darkened house, her heart caught in her throat. The house was deserted. A few stray empty boxes lay scattered in the living room, and the cabinet doors of the kitchen were thrown open, a few dishes left behind. Obviously, someone had recently left here in a hurry. The only light illuminating the area was the light on above the kitchen sink, causing shadows to be cast everywhere.

Sinking down onto the floor, leaning on the wall, she put her head in her hands. It was true. What Booth said was true. David had never really wanted to be with her. It was all a game. He wanted her money, not her. 'What did I do wrong? How did I not see this?' she thought her throat constricting, fighting tears. 'Am I destined to be alone forever? What if no one will ever want to get close to me?' she thought miserably.

Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, and she wiped them away angrily, and rested her head in her hands, not wanting to go home to her empty apartment, which only illustrated the fact she was again, alone. Maybe what they said was true. She was better with the dead, and bones, than with people. A sob escaped her throat, and a tear slipped down her cheek.


Booth pulled into David's driveway, behind Bones' small sports car. He noted the personalized plates were on her car he'd gotten her as a joke: BONES. He smiled slightly and continued around her car. 'At least she got here in one piece' he thought to himself, relieved. With the way she was driving, it was a miracle she didn't get pulled over, or get into an accident on the wet, slippery roads.

He could see the front door open, the house dark. They must have left the front door open, he surmised. Getting out of the SUV, he quickly approached the darkened rambler, trying not to get too wet in the downpour.

Wiping his face with his hand, and shaking the water from his hair, he walked through the front door, and immediately saw her, sitting against the far wall, her head in her hands. He knew she heard him, yet she didn't look up at him, as he slowly approached her still form, and stopped several feet away.

"Bones…" he began hesitantly, unsure how to proceed.

"Booth. You were right" it wasn't a question, it was a statement, she said in a hopeless sounding tone

"Bones, I'm sorry," he said quietly.

He walked over to where she was sitting, and gazed down at her. Her hair was enveloping her face; thick curled strands wet from the rain, obstructing his view of her eyes, her face. Stooping down, so he was on her level, he whispered "Hey…"

Parting her hair with his hands, and with his thumb and fingers he raised her chin, gently forcing her to look up into his eyes. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and they spilled down her cheeks as her eyes met his. Mutely pleading with her eyes, she said nothing. Her face was slightly splotchy, suggesting recently shed tears.

He helped her to stand, and with his thumbs he wiped her tears away, and pulled her into an embrace. Her scent assaulted him; he inhaled slowly, reveling in it.

She sobbed into his shoulder, "Booth, what did I do wrong? I thought we were doing so well, I never even saw it, never even knew" she said, her shoulders shaking from the force of her sobs.

"Am I that cold, that unlovable? Am I destined to be alone forever? Is it true that I am only good with bones, with dead people?" she cried as if her heart were breaking

"I don't want to be alone forever Booth, I need to know I am desirable too," she said through her tears.

Putting his hands on her shoulders, and pushing her back, he looked into her watery eyes, his heart constricting in his chest at the sight of her, so hurt, so miserable.

"Listen to me Temperance, you are not cold, and you are a warm, loving person. Ask Angela, Zack, Dr. Goodman, Hodgins…. ask me" he said quietly, watching her reaction to his confession.

Her eyes widened slightly at his implication. Her mouth parted slightly, and without hesitating, he lowered his mouth to hers, taking possession of it, his tongue delving deep into hers, his hands slipped under her damp blouse, feeling her cool, smooth skin. She didn't fight him, as he'd feared, instead, she reacted to him, immediately.

He felt her hands wander up around his neck, into his hair. He'd wanted to do this for so long, and he'd been denying his feelings, not wanting to admit how he really felt about her, knowing it could jeopardize their partnership, and unsure how she'd feel in return.

Now feeling her physical response to him, he knew there was no question, his heartbeat quickened. He heard her breathing increase, as she started kissing him faster, and harder, a moan escaped her lips, and he felt his body respond to hers as well. He knew she felt his arousal against her. If he didn't stop now, he knew he'd take her right here on the living room carpet of David's house. This wasn't how he'd imagined their first time being. He knew he had to stop.

"Bones…" he mumbled between kisses

"Hmmm" she murmured back, not pulling away, her hands running down his back, nails digging into him, making his pulse rise.

Pushing her back, gently, he looked down at her, her lips swollen from their kisses, her face flushed, and passion burning in her eyes

"Not here, not like this…" he said to her. "Let's go…." He said, guiding her out the door

She stopped suddenly, embarrassed at what she just did. "Booth, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I guess I got carried away" she said embarrassed, looking down at her feet

He looked back at her and with his best charm smile said "Come on Bones, you know you couldn't resist me for long, could ya?"

Smiling slightly back at him, still embarrassed she said, "So we are okay then?"

"Okay? We are better than okay Bones. Lets see where this takes us, okay?" he said, gesturing between them

"Trust me Bones, if there is one thing you are not, its cold and uncaring, if your effect on me is any indication, you have nothing to worry about" he said, taking her hand again and leading her out the door.

Temperance smiled to herself. Maybe things didn't work out with David, but if what Booth said is true, and if what they just shared is any indication, things would prove to be very interesting in the weeks and months to come.

The End