“Bring me liquor, Bones, fast, to take my foot out of my mouth.Cat to Bones”

“Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.”

“You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished." -Bones”

“BONES: “I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to start running again.”CAT: “No, I’m too tired to run, and you’re too fast. You’d only catch me.”BONES: “That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.”

“It’s alright, Kitten,” Bones said. “He won’t shoot.” Tate lowered his gun, even as the sudden dizziness from blood-loss made me sway. Bones took my gun and casually handed it to Juan, who gapped at him in amazement. “You called her Kitten? And she let you? She put me in a coma for three days when I called her that. My balls never recovered from her smashing them into my spine.” “And well she should have,” Bones agreed. “She’s mine. Kitten, and no one else’s.”

“You. Me. Exorcist.-Bones”

“Maybe some hidden, fragmented part of me had feared that if I admitted to Bones how much he truly meant to me, then I'd be acknowledging to myself that he had the power to destroy me more thoroughly than anyone, even Apollyon or the vampire council, could. All the rest of the world could only kill or devastate my mind and body. Bones alone held the power to demolish my soul.”