✔️Romancing The Bone--- Seeley Booth ✔️

Ch 3.: Homicide at Homecoming (pt. 3)

~Lizzie~

Sitting in the passenger seat of Booth's car heading back to the lab the memories of our three years together filled my brain. 

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About two years ago after we had solved a case, we went out to celebrate with a drink...or seven. Booth and I had been working together for just over a year and we had finally hit our stride as a team. Not only that, we had become real friends outside of the work. 

"Cheers to another case solved..." Booth said slurring his words a bit hoisting his shot up into the air before knocking down his throat. I let out a string of giggles as I downed my own shot.  We weren't fully drunk, but we could definitely feel the buzz of the alcohol in our systems. "You know, if I wasn't your partner, I'd say that we would make a good couple." I slurred out looking at him over my shoulder. 

Booth didn't respond right away, but he did stare at me like I had grown a second head. "What?"  I said, looking at him with a question lying behind my eyes. A small smirk fell on his lips as his gaze fell into one of longing and I could tell that he had transitioned into ' Smooth Booth'. 

"Why can't we be partners and a good couple?"  He asked me scooting his stool closer to mine. The look in his eyes was pure... something. I couldn't describe it but whatever it was made my stomach flip. 

"You know very well why not, Booth."  I said as I felt the blush rush to my cheeks. Even as I said it, I let my eyes roam him from head to toe, my mind wandering into some very off limits places. Checking my watch I noticed the time, and casually said, "Well, it's time I should be getting home..." Standing up, I let my fingers brush his back as I walked towards the door.  I heard the money hit the counter and his stool scooting across the floor of the bar before I reached the door. "Well at least let me call you a cab." He said as he caught up to me and threw his arm across my shoulders. I leaned into him as if by instinct. Looking up at him through my lashes, I found him looking down at me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. 

Before I fully realized what I was doing, I lifted myself onto my toes and pressed my lips into his. He leaned down to correct the gap left by our height difference, but didn't back away. Pulling me into his arms he kissed me back with a fervor that left me feeling breathless. I would have stayed there in his arms until morning, had it not been for the torrential rain that began at that exact moment. 

Breaking the kiss, I raised my arm in the air and hailed a cab. Stepping in and telling the driver my address, I took a look back over my shoulder at a stunned and grinning Booth. With a smile plastered on my face, I got in the cab and drove away. 

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The next day I blamed it on the alcohol and Booth and I never spoke of it again, but sometimes I find myself wondering if he ever thinks about that kiss so long ago... 

"Lizzie.. Liz!" Booth said snapping me out of my blush worthy memories. "You still in there?" He asked with a chuckle. "Yea," I replied pushing the thoughts from the forefront of my mind, "I'm still here." 

"Okay... well Bones just called and said she and the squints found particulates on the second set of remains. The particulates didn't belong to the victim."  Booth said with a grim look on his face.

"Well, do we know who they belong to?" I asked trying to keep the edge out of my voice. "Yea, one Jacob Nickleson, Angela ran a search on the victims' social media accounts and found a facial match. He was the female victim's ex boyfriend." 

"Where is he now?" I asked feeling my heart rate accelerate. 

"We have him in custody now, and that is where you and I are headed." He said with a look that I recognized as 'Determined Booth' on his face. 

I just shook my head at the news. How could someone do that to someone they loved? 

I guess, it was my job to find out.