A/N: Woah. I guess I'm kind of on a roll this week, huh? (ILY, Benji)

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Women are an enigma. Temperance Brennan is not.

Which may seem a little crazy for a person to say, especially Seeley Booth. It's doubtful that a person would ever have the audacity to question the Brennan's enigma-ness, unless he was a hardened FBI Agent (who always has his gun in his holster, just in case) who knew exactly what he was getting into.

"You're not all that mysterious." He says with flourish, making a theatrical entrance into her office.(ugh. He'd always hated the theater group- a bunch of tights-wearing ninnies, if you ask him)

"What?" She looks up from her computer with a confused guise, hands resting on that stupid enigmatic computer and sitting on that stupid enigmatic chair with her hair up in a stupid enigmatic bun. "Booth, what are you talking about?"

"You!" He jabs the pointer finger of accusation in her face "You! You think you're so…enigmatic….but I've got news for you! You're not, missy!"

"…I don't understand."

"You're not so mysterious!" Booth continues, advancing closer to her desk with a wild look in his eye "I've got you allll figured out, you know! It took me a while, but with God as my witness, I have unlocked the puzzle!"

"Oh?" She quirks an eyebrow, reclining in her chair. "Do tell."

"You," He says smugly "are in love with me."

"What?"

"It's true. Don't even try to deny it."

"Booth, go home. You've obviously had a long day." Brennan counters coolly, meeting his eyes. Her face hardens, not even having the good grace to blush or stumble over the beat. "We'll forget about this in the morning."

"No, no, nonononononono." Booth does an impression of a traffic cop with his hand, shaking his head fiercely "Maybe I was wrong. Okay, you don't love me. But I love you."

"Are you drunk?"

"No!" Maybe a little.

"Listen. It's late, I need to get out of here anyway. I'll give you a lift home."

"No."

"You're much too intoxicated to drive."

"I'm not intoxicated!" Not that much, anyway.

"Then why are you telling me that you love me?"

"Because I do!"

"Alright, follow me to the car." She gathers some files from her desk and shuts down her laptop, chancing a brief glace at the clock. 10 pm on the nose.

"I'm not all that drunk, see?" He makes a show of touching his nose and walking foot-to-heel behind her as she exit's the office "What other proof do you need? A Vagina Monologue?"

"Booth-"

"My Coochi Snorcher is a very bad place, a place of pain, nastiness, punching, invasion and blood…"

"Booth!"

"What?" He stops "Why do you find it so difficult to believe that I may actually love you?"

She furrows her eyebrows, and he can tell she's thinking hard about her response. Booth has never seen Dr. Temperance Brennan show any apparent effort in thinking about anything.

He's sure that he's in love with her now.

"Because."

"Because?"

"Because."

"You sound like my mother."

"Take me now, sailor."

"No. I mean it. I love you." He shrugs, tipping his head slightly, giving himself a slightly childish look. "And you love me, too."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because. You refuse to believe that I love you."

"How does that prove anything?"

"It just does." He grins stupidly "I'll pick you up for dinner at 8 on Friday."

"You're a smug bastard."

Another smile, and he raises his hand in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a high five, Bones, remember?"

"Oh!" Her face brightens, and she mimics him.

They high five, and everything is once again right with the world.