A/N: This is my first fanfic, so it might not be really great, but I'd love it if you read (and reviewed) it anyway
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
'Hello? Bones?' Booth knocked on the door again. 'Are you in there?' No one answered. He pushed against the door, which swung open easily.
'Bones? How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your door open? I could've been some kind of serial killer who wants to torture you to... Hello?'
Booth walked trough the hallway, wondering who would leave their door open while they're not even at home. You would have to be really stupid to do that.. and Bones wasn't stupid. So she had to be somewhere in here..
He was about to call her cell when he saw her sitting on the corner of her couch, curled up in a ball. 'Hey, Bones, are you alright?' She didn't move, it was almost as if she hadn't noticed he was there at all. He walked closer and sat down next to her on the couch. She still didn't look up, as if she was ashamed of something. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. 'What's going on?' he asked softly. She shook his arm off her shoulder and sniffed. 'I'm fine, it's nothing. You should just go.' She answered, her voice sounding like she'd been crying.
Sure. He was not going to give up so easily, since she was clearly nót fine. He put his fingers under her chin and turned her head towards him. She resisted a little but finally gave up and looked him in the eye. Her eyes were red around the edges, she had definitely been crying. 'You can tell me you're fine all you want, but anyone could see you're not. And you've been acting weird ever since you saved me from the Grave Digger, so I'm starting to feel like this is all my fault.. is it?' He didn't know what inspired him to say all those things, but seeing Brennan like that made him want to comfort her, and telling her the truth had just seemed like the best option. Now he wasn't so sure anymore. She was looking at him like he'd just killed her favorite pet.
Her stare softened and she sniffed again. 'I'm sorry, Booth. It's not your fault. It's mine.. kind of..I guess..'
He was starting to get really worried, Bones didn't guess. She knew. She never had to guess because she could always find the answers somewhere.
'Bones, you can tell me.. if you want to..' No, that was wrong. She didn't have a choice. He needed to know. But he didn't want to push her, knowing that that would have the opposite effect. 'It's just..' she was clearly searching for the right words, and clearly not finding them.
'You know what? It is your fault. You have to not.. not.. almost die so often. Because every time I feel like I've lost you it makes me think about all those things I've never gotten the chance to do, like..' She looked up to him, her eyes filled with tears. One moment she was just looking at him, the next she was crushing her lips against his, almost knocking him off the couch. He was hesitating for a second, but then returned her kiss with the same kind of passion. As abruptly as it had started, it also ended. A little flushed, she started talking again, seemingly ignoring the past few seconds. 'It makes me think about how much I love you.'