Falling With You is a sequel to Beyond the Sea... I recommend you read that one first, but it's not completely necessary... Enjoy.

It was Monday morning after vacation, and though the morning had been filled with laughter and happiness, Brennan and Booth were forced to go their separate ways and head to their respective jobs alone. It didn't take long into the morning before Booth headed to get out to get his post-Afghanistan ready for duty form. Booth now found himself sitting on that uncomfortable couch across the room from Sweets alone. The psychologist had his eyes narrowed on the agent, and seemed to be trying to gain information just from staring at him. "Sweets, the form." Booth said, tapping the paper on the table.

"You won't answer any of my questions." Sweets replied.

"That's because your questions have absolutely nothing to do with my time in Afghanistan." He said, tapping the paper again with his finger. "Sign, please."

"Booth, we need to have an open conversation about your relationship with Doctor Brennan." Sweets said, his tone serious.

"Why? She's not here. She wasn't in Afghanistan. Also, I don't think that she would take very kindly to you talking about her behind her back. This isn't about Bones, it's about you taking your scrawny little paw, and scribbling your name onto that line right there." He said, tapping on the paper. "Right there."

"How was your camping trip with Parker?" Sweets asked.

"It was fine." Booth said, glaring at the psychologist for another several moments. "What do you want from me, Sweets?"

"I just want to have a conversation with you. You came home from your tour early. I'm just trying to understand why." He said, watching the agent close his eyes as if he were counting to ten.

"I didn't want to keep teaching people to shoot other people, okay? I missed my kid, I missed my work here, and I would really like to get back to it." He said, tapping on the table again.

"You mentioned something about night terrors before you left on your camping trip. Do you want to talk about that?" Sweets asked.

"Nope. There's nothing to talk about there." He said with a challenging glare.

"Are you having night terrors, Booth? Do you have any lingering issues with your time overseas? Signs of PTSD, or anxiety disorders?" Sweets asked. "Have you been depressed, are you feeling anxious?"

"The only anxiety that I have right this minute is being caused by the fact that you won't sign this paper in the next ten seconds so that I can go back to my office and work." He sighed. "Just sign the paper, Sweets. We can have our regular therapy at another time. Are you going to bring Bones in here and grill her about her vacation too?" He asked snidely.

"Perhaps." He shrugged.

"And you think that's a wise idea?" Booth asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Why haven't you been to the lab to see Doctor Brennan?" Sweets asked quickly, watching as Booth's eyes darkened slightly.

"I literally just got into town Saturday, Sweets. I don't go to the lab unless we have a case. We do not have a case, therefore I am not going to be going to the lab." He growled. "See that? That's Bones style logic right there." He said.

"Are you and Doctor Brennan going to be able to work together?" Sweets asked.

"Yes. Bones and I are just fine." He snipped. "Now, sign the paper." He said, tapping the paper again.

Sweets sat back, watching the agent across from him, and could almost literally see the wall that he was building between them. He was just about to say something when Booth's phone rang. He lifted it to his ear, still glaring angrily across at the psychologist. "Booth." He said into the line. "Great. I'll pick you up." He said, his voice gruff and short. "Yes." He snapped, and then hung up the phone.

"Was that Doctor Brennan?"

"Yes." He sighed. "We have a case, can you please sign the paper?" He asked, his tone bordering on a whine. "Please, just sign the paper." He sighed.

"You were pretty short with her." He said.

"Sweets!" Booth exclaimed.

"Sorry." Sweets said, taking the paper, he quickly signed his name. When he looked up, Booth was already standing at the table. He reached forward and grabbed the paper.

"Thanks." Booth said, heading for the door.

"I look forward to..." He started as Booth walked out the door without another word. "Seeing you and Doctor Brennan." He mumbled to himself as he sighed, sitting back in his chair.

Booth drove to the Jeffersonian and parked the car, then headed directly for the lab. The elevator doors just opened on the correct floor when he came face to face with Brennan. "Bones?" He said. She smiled and reached forward, putting her hand flat on his chest to send him back into the elevator. "Hey, hey... careful." He said, failing miserably at hiding his smile. The elevator doors closed, and she was immediately in front of him, her bag on the floor, and her hand on his tie as she pulled him into her and started kissing him immediately. "Mmm..." he groaned into her mouth, pulling from the kiss he took a deep breath. "Wow." He said softly.

"I'm sorry, but it has been an extremely long morning." She said, reaching up to wipe a smear of lipstick from his mouth, she tipped her head and watched his eyes as she gently smoothed his tie, keeping her hand on his chest. She watched them sparkle back at her.

"I assure you, an apology is not necessary." He said, placing his hand on hers, she smiled into his eyes. "I missed you."

"I missed you." She said, taking a deep breath, and took a step back, standing beside him.

"I'm sorry if I was a little short on the phone with you." He said, reaching toward her to place his hand on her back, she leaned into him slightly just as the elevator doors opened. "I was getting my form signed by Sweets, and he was being his nosy self." He said, noting the concern that flashed in her eyes. "He just kept asking me why I hadn't been to the lab, and why I haven't seen you."

"We didn't have a case." She said, giving Booth a confused glance. "Does he not understand how our jobs work?" She asked, walking beside Booth as they headed toward his car.

"He seems convinced that I'm avoiding you." He said, gently rubbing her back as they approached the car.

"You're not avoiding me, are you?" She asked playfully, turning as he reached for her door handle. He pulled on it to open it, and she smiled at him.

"Absolutely not." He said, leaning in to drop a kiss on her lips. "I was actually hoping that a case would pop up, just so I could have an excuse to see you." He said, watching as she climbed into her seat, watching him with a humored smile.

"You're not going to end up being a suspect are you?" She asked, watching him laugh at her insinuation as he shook his head and closed the door for her.

They were driving toward the crime scene and Booth noticed that Brennan's attention was on him here and there. "Do you need something, Bones?" He asked, looking in her direction.

"No. No, it's nothing. I just… Have you spoken with Hannah?" She asked, watching his attention go to her.

"No." He said, shaking his head. "When would I have had time to talk to her, Bones?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Nevermind." She replied, sensing his tone had gotten a bit sharper. "I'm sorry."

"Hey." He said, taking her hand. "I haven't had a second to give her a call or anything, okay? I'm enjoying my time with you." He said, watching her smile slightly, he squeezed her hand. "Stop worrying about Hannah. She's nothing that you have to be concerned about."

"I was just curious. It's something that's on my mind." She shrugged. "I'll try not to pry." She replied. She squeezed his hand lightly back to let him know that they were still solid.

"Always tell me what's on your mind. I love your mind." He said, watching her smile slightly and roll her eyes at him.

The partners briefly talked about the crime scene they were headed to, but for the most part, the drive was quiet. Brennan had already taken a few notes based upon what she had been told by Cam, and Booth had been briefed on his way to the Jeffersonian. Booth turned into the park driveway, and slowly made his way down the drive. He passed the small ticket booth and proceeded down the road toward where the FBI had staged themselves.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Booth asked, watching as confusion clouded her expression.

"Ready for what?" Brennan asked, though after a moment she was sure that she knew what he was referring to.

"This. Working together again, getting into the thick of it." He said, carefully driving down the road. He could see the lights of police and FBI in the distance.

"We've not stopped working together. We just had... other tasks." She said, watching his eyebrows raise. "We've reached a new level of our relationship, and while I had been nervous the last few days, I believe that we are where we belong." She said.

"You're sure you're okay? Because before you left, you said you were tired of dealing with the crime, and death, and sadness." Booth said softly.

She took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I needed time to rationally assess the best use of my considerable skills. Our relationship is as strong as ever, and I feel that I am much more useful solving crimes." She said.

"So you're happy that we're working together again?" He asked.

"That's what I just said." She said, furrowing her brow. She watched him smile at her, and narrowed her eyes. "Well I needed time to rationally assess the best use of my considerable skills. Factoring in that we have such a strong and mutually beneficial relationship, I concluded that I could be most useful solving crimes."

Instead of replying, Booth just pulled the car up beside another agent's car and glanced to his partner. He could see that the Jeffersonian technicians had already arrived, and it was clear that they were waiting for Brennan to begin her process.

"I didn't know that the techs had already left for the crime scene." Booth said, glancing to her. "You could have just left with them, gone in the van."

"And miss the opportunity to assault you in the elevator?" She smirked at him. "No way." She said, hopping from the SUV as she listened to his laugh as he climbed from the car and followed after her.