Disclaimer: In a land full of unicorns, leprechauns, naked Hugh Lauries and Henry Cavills I may be delusional enough to think that I own Bones, but since I am not crazy and that land does not really exist (well it does after a few glug glug woo hoos) I sadly have to admit I do not own Bones in any way shape or form, oh and I do not profit from Bones either. I know, I am sobbing on my key board after having to write that :D

Rating: T because this story will use strong language at times and there may be a little somethin' somethin' in the upcoming chapters (may have to up the rating, not sure yet).

Well this is my very first Bones fanfic, so I am wee bit nervous…ok I am really nervous, but all will be well. This story has been nagging to be let out of my imagination long before the Christmas kiss, but the Kiss provides a perfect jumping off point for this story. I am not one for angst (so many other fanfic writers do that way better than I ever could), so there is a good chance of humour, and some fluff with a possible chance of B&B lovin' in this story. Enjoy!


Booth sat on the slightly uncomfortable couch wishing he could actually read minds. He pretended to read some psychology related magazine about manifestations of sexual tension in the workplace, but he wasn't at all interested in it because to his left was his not so talkative forensic anthropologist. Bones sat there reading a similar magazine, but he could tell something was bothering her. She had said less than two words to him since he picked her up from the Jeffersonian. On the drive over she would continually turn the volume up on the radio when ever Booth asked her if something was bothering her. What was even more confusing was that everything was fine up until that point.

Bones had been truly thankful when he showed up with the Christmas tree and even when she came back from Peru she was acting normal, well normal for Bones anyway. It could have been the kiss, but they had dealt with that. Even though he hated how she compared the kiss to a fraternal one, he thought that everything had been repressed quite nicely. What had changed then? He could not think of single thing he had done in the two days since she had returned to now sitting in Dr. Sweets' waiting room. He turned and looked at her. Her lips were pursed and her back was ram rod straight. She had been reading the same page for the past ten minutes. No way had it taken Bones that long to read one page. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Are you mad at me Bones?"

Silence. At least she can't turn up the volume on the radio.

"Bones, did you hear me?"

"Yes Booth, you are sitting right next to me and I am not hard of hearing." She was definitely in defensive mode, and if her back went any straighter it would have snapped. He decided against logic and pressed the issue.

"I repeat, are you mad at me Bones?"

"No."

"Well you seem mad."

"Well I'm not."

"Well I think you are!"

"Is your gut telling you that?" Brennan used air quotes when she said gut which irked him severely.

"As a matter of fact it is! So maybe for the sake of our partnership you would like to share what crawled up your ass and died today?" Brennan turned her face towards Booth and stared blankly for a second then narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know what the means, besides Booth, I would feel something crawling up my ass and subsequently dying."

"It means that something has made you mad and just maybe you would feel better if you told me."

"I doubt that."

"Doubt what?"

"That it would make me feel better."

"HA! So something is bothering you!"

"If there is something bothering me Booth, which I am not saying there is, how do you know it is about you? My world does not run around you!"

"It's revolve Bones, revolve. And since you haven't said more than two words to me since I picked you up today I would have to assume that it is about me."

"I count about 100 words, not including the ones I am saying now."

Booth ran his fingers through his hair gritting his teeth slightly, "What I mean is that our communication has not been at its best today and that I am making an effort and you are just sitting there. Come on Bones, fess up, at least give me a chance to make things right." Booth added the last part with a slightly softer tone and a patented Booth smile.

"Don't use your charm smile on me Booth! I said nothing is wrong, but you will not accept my answer. So, I do not know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me what's wrong!"

"Would you like me to write this down for you Booth? N.o.t.h.i.n.g i.s. w.r.o.n.g!" She enunciated as Booth threw his hands up in a minor defeat.

Brennan sat there trying to calm down. Of course something was wrong but she was not going to discuss it with him. This was all Angela's fault. Brennan should not have listened, but Angela had been so adamant. Their 'girl talk' earlier today struck a cord with her. Actually this was all Caroline's fault; her puckish ways started all of this. No, it was only logical to blame Booth. If he had just kept his mouth shut this morning Angela would not have said anything and now they would not be in this pointless argument. Brennan was brought back from her thoughts by Booths' sharp tone.

"Fine Bones, you win. You can sit there and let what ever is bothering you fester. Then when you are ready to tell me I will be all ears."

"Booth you only have two ears and it is impossible to grow more."

Normally her lack of pop culture references would be slightly endearing, but today they were the equivalent of nails running down a chalk board. "Ok, we are going to go back into that comfortable silence that was before, Ok?"

"You're the one who broke your 'comfortable silence'."

"I was just trying to be a good friend, but hey, you know what? You're right, I shouldn't have said anything."

Brennan turned in her seat and slapped his arm, "We wouldn't be in this pointless conversation if you had learned not to say anything earlier today!"

"What the hell does that mean?!" Booth yelled as he jumped up from his sitting position to a standing one. He turned and looked at her incredulously.

"It means…"Brennan stood to match his pose, "that you should learn to keep things to your self instead of telling things that should remain private!"

"What the hell are you talking about Bones? What did I say that made you this upset?"

"I am not upset Booth! We have been over that already!" At this point there were now standing inches from each other and using their index fingers to poke each other to make their points. The other people in the waiting room looked on in amazement and slight horror. The secretary was frantically pressing the intercom button to get a hold of Dr. Sweets. This argument had escalated and the secretary was worried that they would either kill one another, or that Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan would start kissing passionately in front of everyone.

"Just tell me what you meant Bones!"

"I am just saying that maybe next time you can just learn to not tell people certain things."

"People? What people?"

Brennan crossed her arms and looked down at the couch. She had not meant to divulge anything. She just wanted to forget this had all happened, especially all the events at Christmas. That was a lie, you don't want to forget, not any of it. Booth noticed he had hit a nerve and was going to keep hammering it until she told him.

"Well, are you going to elaborate Bones?"

"Just drop it Booth."

"Drop what Bones?! It is kind of hard to drop something that I cannot even recognize."

"Look, I am fine, we're fine ok. Just let's forget this happened and we can sit in silence until our session starts. I really want to get back to that article I was reading on manifestations of sexual tension in the workplace…."

"You know 'fine' is just another way of saying 'really pissed off' don't cha Bones."

"Glad to see you are expanding your vocabulary by using a thesaurus Booth; it is a nice change from your usual Neanderthal grunts." Brennans' chin took on a definite determined edge of sarcastic triumph as she went to sit down, but Booth grabbed her arm which caused a death stare like no other. Since he was still standing and not on the floor writhing in pain, he decided that he was not giving up just yet.

"No way Bones, we aren't leaving this spot" he pointed directly to the floor then back at her, "until you tell me what is bothering you."

Before Bones could counter the secretary nervously interrupted them, "Uh…Agent Booth, Doctor Brennan…Dr. Sweets is ready for you now."

"Looks like you have been overruled Booth."

With a triumphant smirk, Bones scooted around Booth and headed to the door. Booth stood there for a second trying to calm himself. Only Bones could illicit this type of reaction from him. Whatever was up her ass was large and possibly immovable but he was not giving up just yet, she meant too much to him to let this slide. With a slight grunt of frustration he turned and followed her into Dr. Sweets office.


Well there it is my first chapter of my very first Bones fanfic! I feel like a proud mama. Reviews (the good, bad and the ugly) would be pretty frakin' cool , but as long as all of you enjoy reading it then all is good. Next chapter: will be their session with Dr. Sweets. I know not everyone is wild about Dr. Sweets but he makes for good humour fodder. Don't worry though, whatever is up Bones' butt will eventually be removed; Booth is the perfect man for that job :D