"Sweets, why do we have to do this?" Special Agent Seeley Booth sighed, sinking back into the couch. "You and Dr Brennan are partners spending most of your time together, you need to share more than work with each other" the baby faced FBI psychologist replied.
"Hey, we share more than work, you said it yourself Sweets we have a deep emotional bond" Dr Brennan pointed out as she crossed her legs. "Ha! The 12 year old got told by the doctor lady" Booth teased with a grin. Sweets rolled his eyes clearly by now used to the behaviour of the pair. "Guys I really think we should give the word association game another try, we haven't tried it since before Booth's brain surgery"
"We played a word association game?" Booth said clearly not remembering playing the game, his memory was still clouded after all the confusion after he woke up from the coma barely two months previous. "You don't remember the game Booth? Okay this we definitely need to address, Agent Booth in the said game played Dr Brennan admitted to the both of us that she wanted to be a mother" Sweets replied hoping to jog his memory. Poor Booth still looked really confused, "I don't see where this is going?"
Now Dr Brennan looked concerned. "You agreed to donate sperm for future treatment to impregnate me Booth, you gave the clinic a sample to be tested which concluded you were viable and I could've been inseminated as little as a month after that. But then you hallucinated in the interrogation room and it was all kind of downhill from there" she explained barely maintaining eye contact with either of the men.
Booth's heart sank and everything she'd just explained came flooding back to him. "Oh my god, Bones, I remember"." Good, that's good Booth, and how do you feel about that now?" Sweets asked. "I remember uh, just before going into surgery saying to Bones that if I didn't make it I wanted her to use my...stuff" Sweets smiled. "So where do you two stand now on the insemination/baby situation? Brennan?"
Dr Brennan wasn't the kind of woman to lose her nerve or back down without a fight, but she was truly stumped. She had no idea how to say what she wanted without saying what she really wanted. "I...I...I don't know" she said without even a side glance at Booth. Sweets knew the feelings they harboured for each other deep down, he also knew how scared they were to actually admit to each other what had been there even since the earlier days of their partnership.
They'd killed for each other, saved each other's lives more than once. Spent practically the past 5 years together both inside and outside of work. Solved cases they knew they couldn't of solved without the other person. She was his anthropologist; he was the only FBI agent she wanted to work with. No substitutes. No other people could take their partner's place. They needed to be together, with each other even if they weren't with each other. That was how they worked, how they lived, how they wanted to spend their time.
Nights at the diner, evenings at her place with her home cooked meals, nights at his place knocking back liquor with good conversation and playful banter. Everybody saw it, everybody knew, they just wouldn't admit to each other. Seen as opposites but more alike than they knew.
"Bones, do you still want a baby?" Booth asked facing her, she felt her defensive walls go right back up. She shrugged, "like I said, I don't know". Booth shifted over on the couch making Brennan face him holding her shoulders, "Do you still want to have my baby Bones?" Sweets and Brennan were both totally silent, Sweets secretly wishing they'd be honest with each other. Brennan was battling with her heart and her defences.
"Well I mean it would be a shame to let such a viable donation go to waste, you were willing to do that for me and your sample had over 28 million fantastic sperm that could succeed in getting me pregnant and your traits would be something I'd appreciate my child having" she babbled as always protecting her feelings with her technicalities.
Booth smiled and leaned back into the couch. "So we'll take that as a maybe?" Sweets asked.
At that moment the pair's phones started vibrating, "we've got a case" they declared before rushing out of Sweet's office as always. "Well at least we actually might of gotten somewhere today" he said to himself.