"You don't know that." Booth firmly cut off the thought before she could finish it. "One thing I've learned in my line of work is that you assume they are still alive until you find concrete proof of death," he said quietly, looking down her in his arms.
Those five words hit him hard. All she had left. "And I don't plan on leaving you alone anytime soon." He pushed aside the thoughts that had been there all along, of getting back to Washington DC in 2008, the world he knew. "You're getting kind of like family." Booth smiled slightly. "I've never learned to trust someone so quickly."
He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Something else I've learned in my line of work is that taking it one step at a time is sometimes the best plan of attack."