A/N: Because of so much angst in season six, I wanted to write something fluffier and this is what came out. I started writing this three weeks ago, so "The Doctor in the Photo" is not part of this fic, keep that in mind. I hope this will help everyone be able to heal a little bit with this after last night's episode, and also hope to make the hiatus run smoothly.

I want to thank jsq and BrainySmurf6 for their wonderful help. I couldn't make it without you guys. I have wonderful betas.

Song title is "Show Me What I'm Looking For" by Carolina Liar.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.

Enjoy.

Save me, I'm lost
Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
Show me what I'm looking for…oh Lord

Don't let go
I've wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I've learned to love abuse
Please show me what I'm looking for

Chapter 1

Angela and Brennan were jogging in the park, trying to get some exercise in before work.

"Why on earth did I ever allow you to talk me into this torture?" Angela asked, trying to catch her breath.

"It's good to stay in shape Ange." Brennan called back.

"Tell me Bren... how much does it matter when you're dead?" She saw a bench nearby and she collapsed on it in relief. "Besides, I just had a baby, I think I'm allowed to slack a little bit."

"Nico is six months old, that's hardly an excuse now. Come on, Angela... get your blood moving..." Brennan tried to pull her up with no luck.

"Nothing's moving from this bench… not blood, not sweat... nothing." Angela wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Brennan gave up and sat next to her friend.

Angela was overreacting on purpose. She knew exactly why she had agreed to this horror; it was to get a little time to talk to Brennan about recent events. Angela was concerned, because normally Brennan told her everything, and for the first time she hadn't said a word about any of it.

"Bren, are you okay?"

"Sure..."

"I mean really okay... after everything that's happened lately... Hannah breaking up with Booth. You haven't said much... "

"I don't know, it's not easy to talk about..." she thought of Booth.

"I'm not trying to pry..."

Brennan gave her a 'since when' look.

"Okay, so maybe I'm trying to pry, but you have been very uptight lately."

"I know."

"You know I care about you... I just want you to know you can talk to me." Angela put her hand over Brennan's for comfort.

"It's been a while." Brennan confessed.

"What?" Angela asked, confused.

"Since I had sexual intercourse." Brennan closed her eyes to hide her embarrassment.

"Oh." Angela's eyes widened in shock. "What about Alex? I introduced him to you like a month ago. I thought you said you liked him."

"I liked Alex; he was very interesting and intellectual."

"What happened Bren?"

"I just… couldn't."

"What do you mean you couldn't?"

"We were in the foreplay stage, and I felt absolutely nothing. I stopped and asked him to leave."

"Alex never said anything. I had no idea." Angela hesitated, but asked anyway. "When was the last time you... you know?"

"Three years ago with Mark, the deep sea welder." Saying it out loud was harder than she thought, especially to her best friend who was married and had a great sex life at the moment.

"Whoa, really?" Angela asked, stunned. "But I thought you and Hacker…"

"No. Hacker and I never slept together. We went out on a few dates, but that didn't lead to anything. I wasn't attractive to him sexually, just intellectually." The disappointment in her face was tangible.

Angela's breathing was just returning to normal. She hesitated, not wanting to upset Brennan, "I think the problem is in your head. Maybe you should go to a good sex therapist..."

"I don't need to talk to a therapist Angela, especially not about sex!" Brennan was angry.

"I know it's uncomfortable Bren, but... as you said, it has been a very long while for you, and now you can't even do it." Angela insisted. "You are the only woman I know who would try to get over this without talking about it… it's not healthy."

"I'm perfectly healthy, Angela. Mentally and physically and in every other way!" Brennan's tone was not appreciative.

"Bren…" The last thing Angela wanted to do was hurt her best friend.

"I'm fine... I don't need... I'm fine." Brennan stood up and started jogging in place to get her blood flowing, waiting for Angela.

"Okay... you're fine..." Angela said, knowing it couldn't be further from the truth. She followed Brennan to finish their morning jog.

X-X-X-X-X-X

A few nights later, on a Friday, Booth and Brennan were working on their current case. It was late, and they hadn't stayed late together since that night at the steps. Booth had just paid for the Chinese food.

"Mmmmmm smells good..." Brennan hummed, realizing she was very hungry.

"Hmmmm, looks like we get to use chopsticks... they didn't send any forks," Booth informed her after looking thru the bag.

"Well, maybe there are some over by the fridge," Brennan said, looking through their supplies.

"No, I looked... no forks or spoons, only knives." Booth shook his head. "There're chopsticks, Bones… it's okay."

"Okay. Pass them over. I'm hungry," Brennan said and sat next to him on the couch in her office.

"We haven't had Chinese in a long time."

"Yeah, it was before Maluku," she agreed with a bit of sadness. Everything had changed so much.

They opened all the boxes of food.

"You want some of mine?" He offered.

"Sure."

Booth brought up the chopsticks with the tasty sesame chicken, smiling as she eyed it hungrily. He was amused by her longing look. He couldn't resist teasing her like old times. So, just as he brought the food up to her mouth, he pulled her towards him, putting his arm around her waist and devouring the first bite. He looked quite satisfied with himself.

"Hey! That's suppose to be mine," she scolded him.

He scooped up a nice size bite for her, holding it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth, laughing a little.

"It's good!"

"Your turn," he said expectantly.

She picked up some shrimp and she put it into her mouth, teasingly.

"Hey... I fed you..." Booth grumbled.

"Okay okay..." She put the food up to his mouth, he opened up and she pulled it away.

"Very funny... come on, Bones, I'm hungry," he whined, not making any move to take his arm away from her waist.

She relented and fed him.

"Thanks, that's delicious."

They continued to feed each other, laughing at how it was getting messy. More food was falling than going inside their mouths.

They cleaned up the mess after they finished eating and placed the leftovers in the fridge.

"Now it's time for fortune cookies," Booth said, handing her one.

"You go first..." Brennan ordered.

"Okay."

"Let's hear it Booth, tell me your fortune."

Booth broke the cookie in half, his eyes danced as he read... "Beware of Forensic Anthropologists."

They laughed at Booth's phony fortune.

"Read it for real." She said, folding her arms stubbornly until he did.

Booth looked at her, totally enchanted, and then down at the fortune. "Love is the key to unlock the secrets of the heart."

"Hmmmm, that's interesting," Brennan commented, although she wondered what secrets.

"Okay, fess up Bones, what is in store for you?"

Brennan opened her cookie, pulling out the paper and read it silently first. The expression on her face changed instantly, her eyes filled with tears.

"What, Bones... what?" Booth asked, reaching out for her. She avoided his touch and ran out of the office towards Angela's. She was glad that the lab was empty so late on a Friday night.

Booth followed her.

Brennan was in Angela's office, crying softly.

"What happened? What's wrong, Bones?" Booth touched her lightly, standing close to her. He saw the fortune; it was still clutched in her hand. He gently uncurled her fingers and removed it, reading it silently. His eyes were filled with compassion for her; he knew what was bothering her now. He wished he had never insisted on the damn fortunes.

"Bones... it's just a dumb cookie."

"I know."

"You don't even believe in this - you think it's absurd, that there is no validity to it."

"I know, but this time it's true..." She cried, burying her head in her hands.

"No, it isn't." His hands slid gently up to her shoulders, holding her comfortingly.

She couldn't look at him, it was all come crashing back over her. She would never be able to escape it. "Yes, it is true, it says... 'A person who holds back, will never know true passion.'"

"Yes, you will," he insisted, holding her close to him. He hurt to see her in pain.

"I'm not normal, Booth. I will never be normal. Angela says I... should... see a sex therapist."

"What?" Booth was angry at Angela's suggestion.

"She's probably right, you know. She doesn't even know all of it - if she did, she would probably have me committed. Maybe I do need professional help."

"She's exaggerating, and you know it."

"It's been three years since… you know."

"Really?" Booth asked, shocked.

Brennan's face turned anguished, and Booth realized just how much this was bothering her.

"So, maybe that's a long time, but you don't need a sex therapist." Booth said it with confidence.

Brennan pulled away. She hated how she had been crying so much lately, and it seemed like the crying was connected with her being unable to perform sexually.

"How can you be so sure? I'm not normal." Her voice broke with her feeling of inadequacy. "I just want to be normal, Booth!" He pulled her to him again, this time more tightly against him.

"I'm not ever going to know what having passion in my life is like… am I?"

"You are, Bones... don't you know that? There's nothing wrong with you... you had a great relationship with Sully," he said bitterly, wishing it had been him all along. He was still holding anger from a long time ago.

"Listen to me, Bones. Once you find the right man, you'll be able to trust him. You will know what true passion is. Then it will be amazing... the way you deserve it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you." He said it so tenderly; it made her look up at him. She saw herself for the first time in a while through his eyes. It made her believe that maybe, there was hope... that somehow, she would be okay.

"You really believe that's all it is?" Brennan whispered to him, hoping he was right.

"Yes, of course I believe that." His chocolate eyes reassured her.

"How can you be sure?" She felt the doubts returning as easily as they disappeared.

"Because I know you." He looked at her realizing how well he knew her. It was as if they were a part of each other. He touched her face, tracing her lips with his fingers. Brennan's breath caught in her throat, her whole body was tingling with that special certainty that filled her senses whenever she was this

close to him.

She took a deep gulping breath as she felt his fingers playing softly under her chin. His eyes sparkled into hers with such faith and belief that she couldn't deny the passion she was feeling right now in this moment. A soft cry escaped from her as she melted into him. Her lips were ready when they meet his gently. First tasting, then as the momentum built, she sought more urgently and opened invitingly as their tongues explored and the sparks ignited between them as they had every time they made contact.

He was gentle with her. She was so delicate and so beautiful, he felt himself becoming captivated by her more with each new thing he learned about her. He moved his lips, feeling her warm sweet breath against his cheek as he kissed her eyelids and her nose. He caressed her softly; he nuzzled each earlobe, moving down to her neck. He had waited for an eternity for her. His mouth met hers again. Brennan's hands moved to pull him closer; she could never be too close to him. She wanted to be with him. Every cell of her being told her it was right, that he was the right one.

"Booth…" she sighed, a little breathless as their lips part.

"Hmmm..." he said still kissing her hair.

"I want it to be you." She took a gulp of air knowing she had just taken a giant chance.

He murmured some more as he continued his adoration of her face with his lips. But he noticed she wasn't moving in response and her words registered slowly.

"Me? What are you talking about?" He asked, still smiling as he rubbed his nose gently against hers. Brennan stopped him by pulling back a little, catching her breath.

"You said I needed a man who would be..."

Booth's eyes were on her, bathed in curiosity. This couldn't be what he thought it was.

"I trust you... you know how hard it has been for me lately. I need to know if I still…please... I need to know that I'm okay."

Booth broke away from her, standing back.

"What are you saying, Bones?" He couldn't believe she was asking him this.

"I want you to... I want to feel… I want to know what making love is… with you, Booth." She finally said it very fast; afraid she wouldn't have the courage to tell him.

"Uh… mmm...you... Now?" He stuttered. His eyes widened with fears of his own.

"No... Not now... I mean... do you? Now?" She asked, surprised. She wasn't sure Angela's office would be a good place for their first time.

"No!" Her face fell at his instant rejection.

"I'm sorry... I just thought..." She wished the floor would open and swallow her up.

"Bones...I'm sorry. It's not that I don't... you just... surprised me...that's all."

"I know, I didn't mean, but I think I could... with you...and I need to know."

"You are serious about this?" He asked, warning bells ringing like crazy in his head.

"Yes... yes I am. Booth ... the chemistry you know...the sexual attraction is there... at least for me it is."

"Bones, I'm attracted to you too, you know that..."

"Well if that's true..."

"I just don't think you've really thought this through."

"Why do I have to? I always... the fortune cookie was right. I have been holding back lately… I don't want to anymore." She looked bravely into his eyes; she was going for broke for once in her life. "You told me once you wanted me… do you still? Because... I want you Booth... I want you."

"Bones..." he couldn't believe this was happening; it was not what he had been planning in his head.

"I think you need some time..."

"I don't need any more time... I need to I know if I can… you're the only person I trust enough, and the physical part is there too. If I can't with you, then I'll know I need help and that Angela was right all along."

"I don't know, Bones...You need to be sure. This isn't something we should jump into. We work together… it could mess that up, you even said it back then."

"Why? It doesn't have to. I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment, Booth. I just want to ...be sure. I'll never have anyone in my life until I know. Please...Booth, I want to have a chance at meeting someone and finding happiness someday."

Her words hurt him. He didn't know quite how to respond. He realized her feelings for him couldn't possibly be what he was expecting. She was looking to him for help to get past some hard patch.

"I don't think..." He was very uncomfortable with her request. "I can't," he said swallowing hard. "I can't, I'm sorry."

"Tell me why not," Brennan said. Now that she had made this decision, she wasn't ready to back down. "Is there some reason... do you... are you seeing someone else since Hannah...?" The possibility scared the hell out of her.

"No. I'm not seeing anyone."

"Then what would stop you? We are both free, we're adults...we both want it."

"Not like this." He shook his head.

"So you really don't want me anymore…" Brennan said, jumping to the only conclusion left.

"I do want you Bones," he said softly, not wanting to hurt her.

"Why won't you do this for me then?" Brennan asked, not understanding his hesitation.

"I need some time to think about it." He said, wanting this conversation to end now.

"You will think about it?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah… I'll think it over; I'll give it some thought." He felt so weird talking about this as if it was a business decision.

"I guess we should get back to work," Brennan said briskly, walking back to her office.

"I think… we should call it a night."

"Oh… Okay…" Brennan said, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Bones…"

"What?"

"Are you really sure about this? Is it just some crazy way of forcing yourself to get over this... quickly?"

"I'm very sure, Booth. I want this. I have for a very long time."

He nodded awkwardly. "Well… I'll let you know on Monday."

It was going to be a very long weekend.

A/N: Thanks for reading and let me know what you think. Next chapter should be up soon.