You had just gotten back from Guatemala and Angela had immediately made you see her psychic. While you didn’t believe in them, you’d do it to humour your friend.

The psychic was talking about Booth, his coma and the dream he had that followed from your book. You’d read to him while he was comatose, and when he woke up, he thought you two were married. He believed it for days.

Angela was convinced the psychic was right, you were not. You were tired and wanted to check in at the office and go home.

When you finally got back to your office, you went to sit down on your couch, screaming when you realised someone was underneath you.

“Booth?”

“Bones!”

He stood up with an excited jump and wrapped his arms tightly around your middle, lifting you off your feet for a second during the hug.