A/N: First chapter of the new version of this story!


"Booth!" Temperance squealed as she felt her boyfriend of one-year pull her close towards him.

"What?" Booth replied, pressing his lips to her temple.

"Not here."

It was obvious what he wanted but Temperance wasn't ready to give it to him at the moment. After all, they were in her office with anybody who could walk in at any moment. She told him so. She felt him shake his head.

"I closed the door and locked it." He said.

"The windows..."

"Aren't see-through anymore, Bones. You switched offices, remember?"

Temperance groaned. She turned around in his arms and linked her own around his neck. She pulled him closer until the lips were a hair's breath away.

"Excuses. Always excuses."

She felt her partner smile against her lips.

"Of course."

Their lips met and the kiss immediately grew in passion. Booth pulled her even closer to him, if that was possible, as he felt his girlfriend's hands run through his hair. He shivered, loving the feel of it. Eventually, they both pulled away, breathless. Resting his forehead on hers, he sighed happily.

"I missed this." He whispered.

Temperance nodded.

"One week was a long time, huh?"

"I missed you a lot in Seattle, alone in my bed."

"Could have called me." She replied, teasingly.

Booth pulled back and looked at her, surprised.

"I didn't think phonesex was your type of thing."

Temperance pulled him back to her and kissed him quickly.

"No but it could have become."

Booth groaned loudly before bringing his lips back onto hers once again. Clothing was starting to come off when a loud ring interrupted their activities. Groaning this time in frustration, Booth snatched his cellphone from his belt, flipped it open and put it to his ear.

"Booth." He barked into the phone, ignoring the giggle coming from his partner.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to answer like that... Oh... Okay. We'll be right there."

Flipping it shut, he put back on his belt. Temperance was looking at him expectantly.

"New case." He growled.

In an instant, Temperance was letting go of him and grabbing her coat. She opened the door and was about to walk out when she realized Booth wasn't following her. She turned around and looked at him questioningly.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

"I just need a few seconds to... you know... calm down."

His emphasis on the word down made her blush. She nodded, slightly embarrassed.

"Okay." She replied, a smile tugging at her lips.


The drive to the crime scene was awfully quiet. Temperance went over the file they had stopped to grab at the Bureau on their way to the crime scene. She flipped through the pages.

"There's not much to go on. Bones were discovered at the bottom of an empty well by a ground's keeper. By the looks of it, the skeleton seems complete." Booth told her.

"I can read, Booth." She replied. "Like you said, there's not much to go on. How did the man even find it?"

"The well has been used as a dumpster for the past few years now. It stocked up on garbage and it's nearly half-full today. The man was simply examining the well to make sure, you know, that there was still space to dump his own stuff when he spotted a complete skeleton laying at the top of the pile."

"Hmm."

"That's what I thought too."

They pulled into a parking lot several minutes later. Climbing out of the SUV, Temperance looked around. She had been here before with Booth, she remembered. For a picnic. She just didn't remember ever seeing a well.

She let her boyfriend guide her through the area she knew so well. He led her to a small patch of trees on the other side of the park where Temperance could already see yellow tape surrounding it. Temperance knew it wouldn't be long before the press got here and she didn't feel like working under observation. She quickened the pace.

"Hurried to finish this so we can go back to something more fun?" Booth asked, trying to keep up with her.

"No." She replied, not getting his insinuation. "I just don't want to work with a bunch of cameramen filming me."

"Of course." Booth replied, dropping the subject.

Seconds later, they were reaching the well.


He couldn't believe how long he could stand there, looking at her work. Leaning back against a tree, he watched her bark orders left and right to ensure that the skeleton wasn't damaged during its excavation. He smiled as she rolled her eyes after an officer asked her what she thought was a stupid question. He chuckled under his breath.

He didn't move, simply followed her every move with his eyes. He felt his heart swell in painful happiness. God he loved her, more than anything else in this entire world. He hadn't felt anything so strong after Rebecca.

She moved her hair out of her face and he saw it: the scar. The scar she had gotten a few months earlier. He could still remember the fear that had swept through him when he had learned that she had been abducted. The guy had been a psycho and, fortunately for the both of them, he had found his girlfriend barely forty-eight hours after she had disappeared. She had been in horrible condition and had spent nearly two weeks in the hospital and at home, off work, to recover.

Booth realized that he was shaking and clutching at his pants, trying his best to control his anger. Someone had touched Bones, his Bones. Someone had touched in places that only he was aloud to. It had taken weeks before Temperance had been able to let him near again. Five very painful weeks.

She looked up at him and told him something but Booth didn't hear it. Her words were coming to him in muffled sounds, too focused on her beauty to listen to a word she was saying. He saw her rolled her eyes, at him this time, which snapped him back to reality.

"What? Sorry, I wasn't listening."

"I saw that." She replied. "I was saying that..."

He listened to the sound of her voice but necessarily to the words she was saying. He nodded, pretending to listen. When she was finished, she turned back to the remains and resumed her examination. He had to fight his urge to simply pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. But he wouldn't. She'd kick his ass if he did.

He realized, during the past week he had spent away from her, that he couldn't live without her and that he didn't even want to try. He had taken a decision in Seattle and today, as he watched her work, he made up his mind once again. They had only been going out for a year but he felt like he had known her for ever. They had talked about that before, how she was against marriage, but maybe she had changed her mind about it. It was worth the shot. Her birthday was in a week and, on that day, he would propose.