This epilogue is for all of those people out there that 'knew' i could finish this fic... Thnx4thesupport!
She sat across from a man with kind eyes, a tender smile, and whose words were filled with a tone of complete and utter affection for her. His charm was remarkably real, and his gaze never left her face. He reached across the table for her hands, and she let her fingertips fall naturally into his, his thumbs rolling over her skin, his fingers gently squeezing her skin in his grasp. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to be with her completely instead of being in that restaurant, he wanted hold all of her the way that he was holding her hand right now.
Her stomach churned in excitement, and her smile was shy, and a bit mysterious, as she moved closer to him across the table. She thought of taking his hand and insisting they run, but stood fast knowing that they couldn't leave just yet. Their connection was far too strong to allow them just a simple relationship that never left the bedroom. They had waited far too long for their relationship to be like that, and to rush it would shatter their delicate balance.
Her eyes flashed to the raindrops slamming into the windows outside, the soft wind blowing against the trees just outside the window. The night may have seemed miserable, but only in the weather, for the smile on her face seemed to brighten everything, and shine a happy light on both people sitting at the table. Her eyes for now were on the window, and his voice floated across the table, taking her a moment to regain her attention, her eyes met his. His eyes seemed to hold concern until she smiled across the table at him.
"Thought I lost you there for a second." He said, smiling at her, she let out a small laugh.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to get rid of me that easily." Her eyes sparkled with the smile she offered him.
"I'm sorry if my story wasn't entertaining enough for you." He said, eliciting a playful glare that made her laugh.
"I'm sorry." She said, looking back to the rain. "I'm just thinking of so many things right now. The lab, this whole new situation between us, our relationship. It's new, and it's different, and—"
"It's exciting." He said, touching her hands across the table, there was no resistance. She felt his fingers wrap solidly around her hand, and her focus was solely on those adoring eyes.
"Yes." She replied. "It is exciting."
"However, I think with our new work arrangement…"
"Temperance Brennan, are you breaking up with me?" He asked, pretending to sound offended, and when she laughed, his smile brightened, and he leaned forward.
"No." She cleared her throat. "Never."
"So we're talking absolutes, are we?"
"I can do that with you." She replied. "You allow me to suspend my beliefs, to believe in other things, to look at things differently. I think it is very possible that absolutes exist for a reason."
His hand covered hers. "I love you."
"I love you." She whispered back, and her eyes caught something that he was hiding in his, something that it appeared he wanted to share, but was holding back. "What is it?" She asked. "What do you want to tell me?"
His eyes narrowed playfully. "Since Hacker's arrest," Booth began. "I've been acting Assistant Director."
"That is correct. You do your job very well. You're well respected and admired by your colleagues."
"They offered it to me full time, Bones." He replied. His words were quick and sharp, and he was unsure of her reaction, but knew that he had to say it.
Her eyes moved to the table, and she pulled her hand from his. It was obvious that she was composing herself, but she didn't seem upset. "You are going to take it, correct?" She asked, looking up to him, she tipped her head.
"Bones, I… I want it. It would offer me regular hours, and a safer environment, but that means that…"
"That means that Parker and I will have you around for a lot longer than we thought." She said, using now as her own turn to reach across the table and touch his hand. "We've been together for a very long time, and I know that you deserve this. It's better pay, it's stable… and it's still doing what you want."
"It's a desk jockey job. Look at Hacker, Bones. What did he do other than boss people around and act like a total moron?"
"It appears he also enjoyed the company of hookers, and was involved in an evidence tampering ring." She said seriously, lifting an eyebrow.
"Always literal." He said, narrowing his eyes playfully, his fingers danced under her hand.
"Booth," she said, leaning forward slightly. "You're a good man. You're a hard worker, a wonderful father, and an incredibly good friend. This is your life, your career, this is—"
"This is our life, Bones. This is our career. Solving murders is what we do, and we do it damn well. We do it together."
"You don't think that you can make this position whatever you want it to be?"
"I can't go out into the field, Bones. I'll be swamped in paperwork. I still have to clean up the messes that Hacker made. You'll be stuck with a new partner, and I won't have anyone."
Brennan smiled slyly. "You'll have a secretary, perhaps you'll form a trust filled bond with her. You two can run off and solve crimes together on the side."
"Very funny, Bones." He said, letting the smile that he was hiding escape. He let out a thought filled sigh and sat back in his chair, staring out the window at the falling rain. His eyes focused on the drops of rain slithering down the glass. He suddenly leaned across to his date, his partner, his lover, and smiled into her eyes. "Let's get out of here."
"Out of here? But we just ordered."
"I know, let's just… pay the check and go home. We can watch a movie, order in. I'm tired of being in a suit. I just want to relax with you. I just want to be, with you."
She thought for only a moment before she stood up, and watched his eyes brighten as she held out her hand to him. "Let's go then."
Booth smiled and pulled out his wallet, dropping enough money on the table to cover both of their meals and their wine. He took her hand and squeezed it, standing up, he dropped a kiss on her lips. "Let's get out of here." He breathed into her ear, he turned and led her toward the door of the restaurant. Without thought or consequence, they pushed past several people who were moving around a table, and for a split second, she recognized this moment. He turned his eyes onto her at that very moment, and each and every barrier that had ever been placed simply turned to dust.
They glided out into the vestibule, and through the doors without thinking, their emotions were their strength, and suddenly they were pelted with the hard, merciless rain that was pouring from the sky. She held her purse close to her, and felt his arms encircle her as they stood together in the rain. "Well what do we do now?" She said to him, burying her face into his jacket, a laugh on her lips.
"What do you want to do?"
"Diner?" She called, looking down the street toward the familiar lights. "Dessert before dinner." She said, leaning up to kiss his rain soaked face. "You only live once." She said.
"That's right." He said, breathlessly for a moment. "Are you ready?" He asked.
"To run?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said, and with that moment, he did something that even he didn't expect, something irrational, and silly, something surprising and different, something freeing. He leaned down push his arm beneath her legs, he lifted her effortlessly from the ground and cradled her in his arms.
"Booth!" She exclaimed.
"You only live once." He whispered
With her in his arms
In the unrelenting, punishing rain.
He began to run.
If you really want to blow your mind... read the first chapter again after reading this... ;) ha. Thank you for reading...