"I love you, Bren! Thank you so much…" Angela squealed her best friend.
"Love is emotion that is just an effect of the release of-" Dr. Brennan tried to explain.
"Booth? A little help here?" Angela asked.
"I agree with Bones." Booth nodded.
"What? Who are you?" Angela asked horrified and Brennan was shocked herself.
"Special Agent Seeley Booth, who hates clowns and wears flashy ties." Booth answered, clenching his jaw.
"What about the man with the lion heart? The man who believed there was someone for everyone? Where is that Booth?" Angela interrogated the broken hearted hunk of FBI gun power, in front of her.
"You agree with me?" Brennan asked, disbelieving and disappointed. Where was her Booth? The man who believed in love, in God?
"Yeah, Bones. You win." Booth held up his hands in surrender.
"What do you mean I win?" Brennan asked, confused, and dreading what her partner would say next.
"You won our argument."
"No, I didn't. You just lost faith in love, you don't believe that it's just a scientific reaction." Bones said, her eyes perking. Maybe her Booth was still in that man before her, somewhere.
"Not everyone gets what he wants- what he needs, Bones." Booth snapped.
But you still believe in...heaven, right?" Brennan was getting desperate.
"I wanted to believe there was more to death then, well, dying, it made dealing with death easier, but I was wrong. You're right about everything you say. I was a loser."
"You are not a loser, Booth. You're protective, strong, courageous, nice, and supportive. Booth your reliable, and smart and you make people smile. You make people happy."
"I don't make you happy, Bones. I just confuse you. We bicker more then we smile." Booth shook his head
"But, but you're my partner. Of course we argue, we spend a lot of time together. There's obviously going to be tension between us. You might not be the same, but I still, I still need you to be my partner, my romantic dashing partner. Who doesn't give up on anything! I know he's in there, somewhere."
"I'm dashing?"
"You said you're self you're charming, Booth, I don't see why you're so surprised."
"No, I mean you think I'm dashing?"
"Of course." She rolled her eyes.
"That's not very professional, or platonic." The shadow of a smile was creeping on his lips.
"And?" She asked, daring. They leaned toward each other.
"You're the one who wanted to maintain a platonic relationship, with me." He reminded her.
"What?" She stuttered, confused.
"Stop playing dumb, Bones. You know what I'm talking about."
"I blackmailed you into kissing me!"
"I guess you're a horrible kisser, then, Bones. Your ego is oversized, sadly."
"You know you loved it."
"Oh, really, because I pulled away, but you, Bones, you…grabbed my jacket."
"And you stole my gum, Booth."
"What are you two even fighting about?" Angela asked.
"She's denying that it's her fault we are not together."
"I don't want you, so I guess it is my fault."
"This is exactly why I gave up on love." Booth muttered bitterly.
"You did that for me?"
"Because of you. Big difference."
"You think about me in an unprofessional setting?"
"Yes, I mean, you know, the sex wouldn't be crappy."
"You sound so sure."
"Because we have that connection."
"You're so confusing."
"Sorry, but you are too."
"You're more confusing. Can you just say yes or no? Why are you making me wait so long for your answer?"
"Because you never asked."