A/N: Ok, here's the third part. All in one day! Whew! I hope you enjoy their reunion.

One of my lovely reviewers, Lady-Josie, who always takes the time to leave me a note (thank you, thank you!) asked if I planned to write my own version of season six. I'm curious as to whether anyone else would also be interested in a story like that. If so, would you like it to begin where this story leaves off or would you like it if it was based off of the actual finale? Personally, I'm leaning towards the second option, but I'd love to know what you think. Leave me a review and let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of the characters.


His nerves were wearing thin as his cab driver made his way through the traffic towards the spot he hoped she'd be waiting in. He hadn't heard from her again. Just that one, precious, well-worn letter that was in its place in his jacket pocket.

The driver came to a stop, waiting as the car in front of him tried to make a left hand turn. Booth groaned and dragged his hand over his face. "Can you not go around him?" He demanded.

The cab driver glanced back at him. "You're in a hurry, huh?"

"Yes." Booth said, his tone clipped. "Someone is waiting for me. And I've been waiting for her. For six years. So yeah, I'm in a hurry."

The car in front of them turned and the cab driver started forward with a renewed aggression that Booth appreciated. He watched out the window as he drew closer and closer to their spot. Their bench, their coffee cart. Their relationship.

The cab driver came to stop at a red light, and Booth could see the mall from where he was. Suddenly out of patience, he grabbed his wallet and tossed some money at the driver. "I'm leaving my luggage in here. Keep driving to the location I gave you. I'm going to cut across." Without waiting for an answer, he bolted from the car and navigated his way across the crowded street, heading for the coffee cart he could see in the distance.

As he got closer, his eyes darted around for her. Tall, slender, brunette, beautiful. He could see the picture of her in his mind, just like he'd seen her every night while he'd been away.

And there she was. Suddenly, like a vision appearing, he saw her standing a few feet away from the cart, facing him but not looking in his direction. Her hair was different. More modern, with blunt bangs that brought out her features. Her skin was more tan, but still delicately beautiful. She was even thinner than before and her eyes stood out in her narrowed face. She took his breath away.

Starting towards her, he kept his eyes trained on her face. Then, as though she could feel him near, she turned her head, her eyes falling on him. He saw the recognition and – yes – the joy in her eyes as her face broke into a smile.

Dropping her bag, she walked quickly towards him and he picked up his pace to match hers. Then she was running, her hair flying in the wind and he came to a stop, holding his arms out for her, waiting for her to collide into them, which she did at full force.

His arms closed around her, steadying them both as he pressed her to his chest, lifting her off of her feet. He wanted her closer, he wanted more of her, all of her, all at once. Pressing his face into her hair, he breathed in the scent of her that was so familiar, and yet tinged now with a hint of the exotic. She was holding him so tightly, her thin arms woven around his neck.

"Bones, I can't believe you're here." He said, setting her back down on the ground, but keeping his arms around her.

"I said I would be." She said, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Didn't you believe me?"

"Of course." He said, bringing a hand up to touch her face. "I just mean, I can't believe I'm finally seeing you again. I've wished for it for so long, and here you are. And man are you gorgeous. How did you get so beautiful? Look at your hair." He touched the ends of it. "It looks so good on you."

"Thank you." She said, making no attempt to move away from him. "I thought you would like it." He grinned and hugged her again, holding her close.

"You look different as well." She said, when he eased his hold on her once more. "I don't know how to describe it." She said, touching his face. "But you're still as symmetrical as ever. And I've missed your eyes."

He laughed. "They've missed you."

"That's impossible." She said and he laughed again.

"I'm so glad that hasn't changed. I can't wait for you to correct me constantly again." He teased her, running his finger along her jawline almost absently. His hands couldn't stop touching her.

"I didn't write you a second letter." She said somewhat abruptly.

"Oh." He wasn't quite sure how to respond. "I didn't know if you didn't write it or if I just didn't get it."

She shook her head. "No, I didn't write you one. I didn't want to have the conversation we were having through letters, Booth. Not when it was so important."

Swallowing hard, he nodded. "When do you want to have that conversation?" He had to ask.

"In two minutes." She said simply.

"Two minutes?" He asked, confused.

Her only answer was to reach one of her hands up and let her fingers run through the back of his short hair. His world slowed to slow motion as she leaned towards him, closing her eyes. Their lips touched and he was drowning. Drowning in a world of passion and lust and love that swirled together leaving him stunned.

Eagerly, he responded to her kiss, jerking her close and angling his mouth over hers to intensify their connection. Her tongue danced out of her mouth and into his and he felt his heart stutter uncontrollably. His hands were in her hair and pressing against her back as he sank into her, deeper and deeper.

When her two minutes had passed she slowed the movement of her lips, gently drawing away from him and looking up into his eyes. "I love you in every way. I thought I could choose not to because all of my life I've decided what to feel about everything. And I thought it would be easier not to love you, because I don't really know how to." She kissed him again, long and soft, smiling up at him when she drew away. "As illogical as it sounds, I had to learn I had no choice but to love you before I could make the decision that I wanted to love you."

"Bones." He said softly. "Nothing I could say right now would even compare to that." He told her, smiling and running his hands over her arms. "I think I would have fought in Afghanistan for five, ten years just to get a chance to hear you say those words."

"But you won't go back, will you?" She asked, jerking her eyes back to his.

"No." He assured her quickly. "No, I'm not going back, baby. I love you too much to leave you again." He smiled and drew her into his arms. "I love you too much."

Standing still, they held each other for several long moments, his hands stroking her back and her hair, her head nestled into his neck. He breathed in the scent of her and relearned the feel of her body against his.

She seemed content to stay exactly where she was, but he finally drew away, kissing her hair and her cheek and her lips as he did so. "Come on." He said, taking her hand. "I want to hear about everything and I want to unpack and eat and sit on something that doesn't dig into my back."

"Oh, your back." She stopped him in his tracks. "Did your time in the army make it worse?"

"Nah, it's alright." He said, sliding his arm around her waist. "Too bad, huh? I always liked it when you had to crack it for me."

"No, I think you're remembering incorrectly. You always complained when I offered to adjust it for you." She reminded him as he picked up her luggage.

He grinned at her. "That was just so you didn't know how much I liked it." He confessed. "What's not to like about a beautiful, sexy woman wrapping her arms around me and pressing me against her?"

"You think I'm sexy?" She asked, smiling up at him.

He gave her a look and set her luggage down, reaching out and hauling her against him. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her as thoroughly as he knew how, letting his hands wander over her hips, her waist, and her back. "Does that answer your question?" He asked when he released her.

She stared up at him, nodding. "How about Chinese at my place?" She asked, her hand still lingering on his chest.

"How about we skip the Chinese?" He suggested, keeping his eyes trained on hers.

"I' m not hungry." She said, moving closer to him.

"Good." He leaned down and kissed her once more before picking her luggage back up. "That's our cab."

She hooked her hand through his arm and walked towards the waiting cab with him. As he held the door open for her, she looked up at him. "I'm glad we're home, Booth."

"You are my home, Bones." He told her. "You."


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