A/N: This is my very first fanfic so I'm a little nervous about it. Firstly, I want to tell you that English is not my first language. I hope the fic is readable anyway. Second, this is meant to be a look at how Brennan and Booth could finally get together. The chapters will all be short, like this one. If anybody like my story, I will publish the rest of the chapters. I have written this kind of like a story and kind of like a script, in a light mood (so far at least). I hope that doesn't break any rules. My main goal was to write something that I could see happening on the show. The style is a little different from other fics I've seen so I hope you'll like it (as opposed to hate it). If you do, please let me know so I can finish this story. This first chapter is set somewhere in season three, after 309.

Words: About 600

Disclaimer: Definitely does not run Bones from my one bedroom apartment in Sweden.


Booth and Brennan investigate a murder of a young boy who the FBI believes have been killed by a serial killer who has evaded justice for five years. The profiler who was assigned to the case when the first bodies were found is brought in to help. He and Brennan flirt a little during the case and as always, Booth is incredibly jealous. Repeatedly, he points out Dr Evans' (which is this particular profiler's name), in his opinion, many flaws. For example, he is "too old for Brennan" (Dr Evans is 45 years old). If she knew who this particular celebrity was, she would reply that Evans has that sexy George Clooney-look going on (that is, indeed, what Angela thinks!) The case is successfully closed and when Booth goes to drop off his notes, Brennan is on her way out. Where is she going? He asks. She is going on a date with Dr Evans she replies matter-a-factly. He follows her out, all the while reminding her about the good doctor's many many imperfections ("He could practically be your father!"). Unfortunately for Booth, Evans has come to pick her up, which means he has to witness a kiss on the cheek between the couple and watch them drive of ("should the man even drive at his age?!"). At the restaurant, the following dialog transpires.

"You don't have anything going on with agent Booth, right?"

"No, of course not." She is rather surprised at this question. Here they are, at a nice restaurant, on a date, and he wants to talk about Booth?

"And you two have never been involved in any way?"

"No, we work together?" She is getting a bit annoyed. Why is he pressuring her? She is not at all interested in analyzing hers and Booth relationship. The sessions with Dr Sweets are enough.

He sits quietly for a moment. Looking perplexed and curious. "I'm asking because…well, at first, I just assumed that you two had a thing a long time ago and that he's having a hard time seeing you with other men. But if that's not the case…I must ask... how did you mange to continue working together despite his feelings for you? Isn't it uncomfortable, considering you don't feel the same way?" He looks at her as if she is partaking in some kind of psychology study. Like he is the scientist and she is the object. She does not like it at all.

"We didn't manage anything. I don't know what you're referring to."

"Oh, come on! Don't tell me you haven't noticed. It's fairly evident." She looks at him, apparently not understanding what, to him, is so palpable.

He continues, trying to get her to see his point. "Okay, let me just put it like this…If looks could really kill, I would never have dared ask you out."

"That's absurd, how could looks ever kill?…More importantly, you've misread the situation, Booth is just like that, overprotective." Psychiatrists! They think they know everything!

"I haven't, trust me. I'm a man and I know that when you look at a woman the way he looks at you, all you're thinking about is how to get her alone so you can have your way with her."

"Have your way?" She looks at him, perplexed. Why people insist on speaking in these ambiguous terms is something she will never understand.

"You know…your way…" He says this, trying at the same time to gesture…something. She gets a look of realization. Suddenly he realizes that he has taken this conversation too far, all because of his own damned curiosity. I'm on a date for god's sake. He tries to salvage the situation by smiling charmingly at her "But hey, I'm just glad you won't let him, so that I might still have a chance." She smiles as well, but it is apparent that his "theories" about her partner are still on her mind.