A/N: Hello! A few months ago, I started watching Bones on FOX, and I fell in love with it. I love the characters, and the story lines are always interesting. I was hesitant about writing a story, because I didn't think I knew the characters well enough, but after seeing almost every episode, I'm pretty confident that I will be able to pull this off.. or at least I hope I can. So, needless to say, this is my first Bones fic, and I've only written a chapter. So, let me know what you think of it. If you like it, I'll try to write more. Honest opinions are greatly appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy. :)

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"What do you two think the underlying cause of all this tension lately is?" Sweets asked Brennan and Booth, who sat across from him in his office.

"Perhaps Booth is bothered by the fact that I am naturally more intelligent than he is." Brennan suggested.

Intrigued, Sweets asked, "Do you think that's true, Agent Booth?"

"Of course not," he replied. "Haven't we talked about this already? I'm the street smart one who uses my gut, and she's the book smart one with all the facts."

Brennan replied, "You know, anthropologically speaking, the term gut is completely improper, and can by no means be considered a reasonable method of coming to a decision."

"Well, speaking in normal people language, I use my gut to do my job, and for the most part, I think it works for me," Booth replied to Brennan's comment.

Slightly offended, Brennan retorted, "I am in no way denying your ability to do your job. You do it very well. However, using your intestines is not a logical-"

Laughing, Booth answered, "Guts, Bones. Not intestines."

Interrupting their bickering, Sweets said, "Well, Agent Booth, do you have any explanation for the recurring tension between the two of you?"

Booth stared at Sweets intently, searching his mind for an appropriate response, when suddenly his cell phone vibrated on his belt. "Oh, how convenient," Booth said. "Let's go Bones. We've got a case."

Brennan sat up quickly. She was just as eager to get out of there as he was. She hated psychology. Booth slid his arm around her back, and led her out the door.

Sweets' eyes followed them as they exited. He smirked and shook his head. He saw through all the tension. It was obvious. When would they?