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Flowers

"Booth, you can be so immature!" I screamed. "I-I-I- Augh!" For once, I was so mad, I couldn't think of anything to say. I wanted to say I hated him, but I didn't. I loved him. But sometimes he just got to me! Like right now, for instance. He went on teasing me about this thing with Dr. Sweets, and he just wouldn't DROP IT!

Flashback

"Dr. Sweets, is this necessary?"

"Yes, Dr. Brennan. With all due respect, you two need this."

"Sweets, seriously?" Booth moaned.

"Yes, Agent Booth, seriously. You are going to leave this room for five minutes while I speak to your partner. Then, it will be your turn."

"Oh, "he said bitterly, "so now we're taking turns like good little children."

"Agent Booth, please."

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving," he laughed, backing out of the room.

(Five Minutes Later)

"Agent Booth, it's your turn!" Dr. Sweets called. As I was exiting and Booth was entering the office, he muttered under his breath, "So, fawning over me, huh?"

I was so surprised, I tripped, almost landing on my face. I would have face-planted, too, if Booth hadn't grabbed my arm.

"Whoa, easy there, Bones!" He was laughing. I wanted to slap him. "Just another girl falling for me, eh?" he asked so only I could hear.

End Flashback

After mulling over this unfortunate event, I reached my apartment, still angry. I dug for my keys and, upon finding them, opened the door. Locking it behind me (I had had enough intruders in my apartment for a lifetime.), I fell onto the couch, just to think for awhile.

I felt like a lovesick teenager. Blushing madly every time he joked with me, or when we touched, or when someone picked up on my feelings for him? Or how I giggled mindlessly at all his jokes? Refusing to talk about him? Gosh, what was wrong with me?

After what felt like a second of sitting on the couch crying (I was crying?)- I don't know, maybe it was a minute, or an hour, who knows?- I heard a knock on the door. Confused, I got up to answer it, even though I didn't feel like company.

Upon opening the door, I gasped. In the doorway was a large bouquet of daffodils-with legs. Legs wearing a suit, to be exact.

"Booth, what are you doing here?"

"Bones," the daffodils said, "could you let me in?"

I hastily complied, opening the door wider and stepping aside so Booth could enter.

"Thanks, Bones. Where should I put these?" He gestured to the bouquet.

"Oh, um, here, let me-" I reached for it. God, why couldn't I stop stuttering?

"Yeah, um,-" His reply was no better. Was I making him nervous?

After I had put the flowers in water, we sat on the couch. He looked at me for a minute.

"Bones, have you been crying?"

"What? No!" I cried. Dammit dammit dammit!

"Yes, you have, don't lie! What's up?" he inquired.

"Nothing."

"Is it about that thing with Sweets earlier? 'Cause I actually came to apologize fir that. I didn't mean to tease you."

"It's okay, Booth."

"No, it's not. Sometimes I forget that I'm not the high school jock anymore."

"It's okay."

"But, Bones?"

"Yeah?"

"Do women really fawn over me?"

"Yes, Booth." Why not feed his ego?

"Do you, you know, LIKE me?"

"No, Booth. I don't LIKE you." His face fell. "I, well, I think I love you."

"Really?" he asked, as if this were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yes, really."

"Well, I think I love you right back."

"Really?" I was slightly doubtful.

"Really and truly. In fact, I may kiss you."

"I may enjoy that." And, without waiting, I kissed him softly. At first, he seemed surprised, but then he started to kiss me back.

And who knows? Maybe we'll live happily ever after. All because of flowers.

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