Okay, here is the final chap. Sorry it took so long to update, Blame the great city of New York and their wonderful shopping. lol. This chap is to All the Same by the Sick Puppies. Hope you like, its the last.

She couldn't bring herself to call his cell, though she knew if she had she wouldn't be in this situation. Sitting there, in the rain, trying to muster up the courage to go inside and knock on his door.

She had been sitting there probably for ten minutes while the rain pelted the car angrily. The thunder cracked occasionally and the car vibrated with the sound. The small irrational part of her, the childish part, that still believed in signs and true love, that part of her hoped it was not a sign of things to come.

She took another deep breath and glanced up to his window, three floors above the street, but it revealed nothing more than it had before, the thick drapes prevented one from knowing whether the apartment inside was empty or not.

She closed her eyes as the rain traced patterns across her window and her face, trying to summon up courage she knew she possessed, but seemed to be conspicuously missing. While the black skies opened up their onslaught and told anyone with common sense to stay warm and safe indoors, she opened her eyes and pursed her lips into a hard, determined line.

With a deep breath, she threw open her car door and sprinted through the rain to the building.

They say love blinds. Apparently it also steals your common sense.

I dont mind where you come from
As long as you come to me

But I dont like illusions I cant see
Them clearly

He flicked the windshield wipers on a higher setting and sighed again. He'd been driving around for close to two hours without stopping. His mind felt foggy with the thousands of thoughts running through it and he was tired. He wanted to go home and sit on the couch with a beer and a basketball game.

He didn't want to think anymore tonight.

I dont care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I dont mind
I dont care
As long as you're here

She reached up to pound on the door again when a voice from behind stopped her.

"He's not home."

Brennan whipped around, wet auburn hair flinging into her mouth. A middle-aged woman in a baggy purple night gown poked her head out the door across the hall.

"He works all the time, poor dear. He looked especially tired this morning. He's had a rough week. You could try back later maybe. Around ten or so?"

Brennan bit her lip and glanced back at Booth's door.

"No thanks…I'll just…I'll wait here if that's okay."

The woman took in Brennan's troubled blue eyes and nodded, her expression soft with understanding.

"That's fine sweetheart." She started to shut the door as Brennan sank against his, fighting sobs she knew were irrational.

"Oh and dear?"

Brennan looked up expectantly, swiping a hand across her eyes.

"Good luck." She smiled warmly and shut the door.

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same

Booth bounded up the steps to his apartment with more energy than he really had, flipping through masses of keys for the correct one. The hallway was dim, half the lights had yet to be replaced by the super, the other half flickering on their last leg.

He was so focused on getting inside that he almost didn't see the huddled body propped up against his door, still damp from the rain.

He narrowed his eyes when he was about twenty feet from his door and was able to make out the shape of a small body sitting against his door. After a moment he could tell it was here, and seconds later the smell of her perfume wafting down the hallway confirmed it.

"Bones?" He asked quietly as he got closer.

Almost immediately Brennan lifted her head and gasped.

"Booth. You're here!" She got on her feet, and stepped toward him. Her pale green blouse clung to her damp skin, showed her black bra underneath. Her hair was frizzy and messed all over her head, her mascara smudged and running around her eyes giving them a sunken appearance. Booth could have kicked himself for still thinking she was so beautiful.

Suddenly shy, Brennan didn't know what to say and ended up shifting from foot to foot and tugging on a loose thread on her jacket. Biting her lip mercilessly, she stood under his gaze, wishing he would say something, that she could say something.

Finally, she threw her shoulders back and made her best attempt at bravery.

"Booth. I was an idiot."

No use being offended by the fact. She thought to herself.

Booth studied her small form for a moment, a mixture of caution and concern on his face as he unlocked his door.

"Why don't we take this inside Bones?"

And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's all the same

"You want something to drink?" He asked, casually tossing his keys onto the table and his coat across a chair. Even he was impressed with how even his tone was for being nervous enough to jump out of his skin.

Brennan shook her head, following him into the kitchen.

"No. I want you." She stated, not a hint of hesitation evident.

Booth paused before reaching into the refrigerator and taking out a beer, folding his arms, he leaned against the countertop and stared at her. He took a sip and continued staring, and always she met his gaze unwaveringly.

Yet another reason I love her.

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come

He seemed so calm and casual, maybe Angela had been wrong. Maybe they were fine.

But when she took a closer look, she could tell they weren't. He stood, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, certainly not an inviting posture. In fact, if she thought about it, that was how she stood when she felt the need to protect herself, to seem distant and objective.

She bit her lip.

And then there were his eyes. Deep brown eyes that were usually so welcoming and warm and filled with an almost frightening amount of love. Those eyes were now closed off and lacking the distinct tenderness he always wore when looking at her, even in public or at crime scenes.

She fought down the panic that threatened to claim her when she realized she may have already lost him.

But in-between it always seems too long
But I have the skill, yeah
I have the will, to breath you in while I can
However long you stay is all that I am

He watched her shift nervously, standing not ten feet from him, alone in the kitchen where he had first kissed her over a plate of burnt garlic bread and spaghetti. In the apartment where he'd woken up next to her nearly every morning for the past two months. In the exact necklace she'd been wearing the moment he realized he could never live without her, that he loved her so much it physically hurt to think about.

And he knew this state of need, of love, was not something he could turn his back on, not now, not ever. He found that quite irritating at a time like this.

She frowned, trying to understand what she could have done to make him think he needed to protect himself from her.

Coming up empty, she decided to go the route that had never failed her before.

"What did I do?"

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same

Her bluntness shouldn't have surprised him, but it did.

Booth raised his eyebrows but kept his gaze steady on her as he took another sip of his beer.

"What did you do?"

She nodded and crossed her arms in that defiant way, challengingly. He gripped his bottle tighter at the sudden onslaught of rage that he felt washing over him.

Even though he knew she was doing exactly what he was doing, protecting herself. Even through he knew she never would have sat outside his door for who-knows-how-long, wet and cold, waiting for him to get home if she didn't know she was in the wrong. And he understood that she just couldn't think of a better way to figure out what was wrong between them than to ask a question and test her hypothesis, it didn't change the fact that he wanted to punch a wall.

So he tried an approach that always seemed to work for her so well.

"Do you love me?"

And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's always the same

She was taken aback by the question and she looked it. Her mouth slightly parted, her eyes widened to a painful degree.

"Y-you know I do." She stuttered, before stepping forward again confidently. Of course he does.

Booth narrowed his eyes and set his beer aside, sighing in frustration.

"No, I don't know it Bones." He said sharply, "I'f like to believe it, I even think I see it from time to time in your eyes, but you've never said it, never even hinted at wanting to say it."

He watched her eyes flicker away before coming back to his, blue like a storm.

"When I reach for your hand in public you pull away. When I kiss you, if it's not with the end of sex then you're not interested. And I know you like when I kiss you because I can feel the way you melt into me…but you never say anything, Bones, you never say a word."

Wrong or Right
Black or White
If I close my eyes
Its all the same

She felt the burning desire to hit him rise again in her chest, the man was insufferable.

"So what? You need verbal confirmation of your procreative abilities Booth, because I can tell you with great certainty that you are, in fact, the best I've ever had." The blue fire burned in her eyes but he matched her toe to toe.

"No Bones, I don't need to know how great a lover I am, I need to know that you love me. I need to know you aren't just playing a game Bones, because sometimes I wonder." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed as his anger fled, extinguished by the understanding dawning on her face. He glanced at her once before turning to lean against the kitchen sink and look out the window where rain dropped softly from the sky. "I need to hear it every once in a while."

In my life
The compromise
I'll close my eyes
Its all the same

He turned his back to her and it felt like so much more than that. It felt like he was turning his back on her, on them, and she'd never been so terrified.

Abandoning all pretenses of pride and bravery, she ran across the room and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his back where her tears were soaked up almost instantly.

"I'm sorry Booth…I-I do love you. I love you." She mumbled in a voice she couldn't really understand. But Booth knew, and he closed his eyes as goose bumps ran up and down his arms.

He turned around toward her.

Go ahead say it
You're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand

He looked down on the top of her hair and reached to lift her chin so she could face him.

"You love me?" He asked quietly, eyes sparkling.

She nodded hesitantly and took a deep breath.

"I do…I know I should say it more, and I'm sorry. It's just…my whole life has taught me that love doesn't exist. Or that it's just a word that doesn't mean anything except that you hold enough of another person to be able to hurt them." She dropped her head against his chest and closed her eyes when she felt his hands rubbing circles on her back, his chin resting against her head.

"But…you've shown me that it can be different. That love can be a good thing. I'm sorry I was an idiot and tried to push you away, I just…I panicked. I woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago and you said…that. You said you loved me…and as hard as I fought it, I couldn't help but think of all the other times someone had told me they loved me, and how it inevitably lead to them leaving." Her voice shook and she could hear the pleading in it, pleading for understanding. She hated how weak he made her, but allowed it because he also made her stronger than she could ever be on her own.

Booth tightened his arms around her and she knew what he wasn't saying.

"And I know you would never leave me. I understand that, and believe that more than almost anything else. It's just…"

It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are now
If you take me for everything

Booth frowned slightly, listening to her talk, he suddenly realized how insensitive he'd been. He thought she wasn't saying it because she was having second thoughts, because she really didn't believe in them, even that she was pulling away because she felt they were getting too close. He was hurt and angry, he'd given so much of himself to her and he thought she was trying to give it back.

Now he understood.

"I'm sorry too Bones. I should have tried to take into consideration what you've been through…I just couldn't see it at the time. I'm the kind of person that shows how I feel. But I can understand why you wouldn't be, why it's hard for you. Now that you've explained it to me, I won't ask you to say it if you don't feel you can."

"I feel a 'but' coming on." She muttered, almost smiling as he held her in his arms, the only place she wanted to be, so glad she hadn't lost him, that it seemed they were going to fix this.

Do it all over again
It's all the same

"But," He pulled back and she looked up at him, her eyes red and blotchy from crying, yet still holding such innocence he thought he might collapse. "But when you're hair is glowing, or you're smiling that smile that seems to brighten my whole world. Or when you say something that just makes me want to pull my hair out…I get this unbelievable urge to kiss you…I need you to let me, without needing it to go further."

She bit her lip and Booth continued hastily.

"I need to be able to hold your hand, or hug you just because. Not because I'm trying to be protective or because I want you, though most of the time I do. I need to be able to kiss you and hold you sometimes and…just let it be that." He gazed at her intently, hoping she would understand.

He couldn't help the way his face light up when she smiled and nodded.

"I suppose I could allow that." She said nonchalantly, leaning into him and hugging him tighter, as if she never wanted to leave his embrace.

Booth laughed softly. "You could, could you?"

She nodded and closed her eyes as he began to sway gently, still holding her close.

Suddenly she looked up at him, all seriousness painted across her face.

"But we still get to kiss with the intent of intimacy sometimes, correct?" She asked anxiously.

Booth fought down a laugh as he stared at her for a moment, before leaning down to capture her lips in a toe-curling, breathtaking, make-old-men-blush sort of kiss.

"Yes Bones," He gasped, moments later, "when I kiss you like that, you can expect it's only the beginning."

She grinned widely, clinging to him as her knees got wobbly.

"Then I suppose we should take this to the bedroom."

"I suppose we should."

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