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A/N:- Set directly following the end of 'The Bones on a Blue Line'. More drabble-esque than anything. Holds no spoilers for 100th Episode…
They were both quiet for a moment, each taking a sip of whisky from their respective glasses, before Booth grinned at her over the rim of his.
"Listen to you, getting philosophical all of a sudden."
She scoffed lightly at him, that well-known 'stubborn' look settling across her features.
"No, Booth, I just said that I think Plato's theory is ridiculous! There is absolutely no data to back up his claim, and realistically if there were any truth in it then, remains or at the very least a suggestion of such remains, would have most likely been located and excavated by now." She paused, noticing the way Booth's smile merely widened at her words. "And besides, the notion that our entire existence should depend entirely upon searching for another human being is absolutely ludicrous."
When the only response she received was a slight chuckle, and the sight of her partner taking another sip of whiskey, Brennan narrowed her eyes. She wasn't quite sure, but she got the 'feeling' that Booth was holding something back from her.
"You don't completely disagree with Plato's theory, do you?"
She said it as though it was a question, but they both heard the statement in her words.
Booth merely drained his glass and let out a heavy sigh.
Brennan sat and waited, watching him as he twirled the empty glass around in his hands. She was aware that he was using the glass as an anchor for his focus, so that he didn't have to look at her, but she hadn't the foggiest clue why.
The glass stopped twirling and brown eyes shot up to meet blue ones.
The apartment was so silent that had she not known it to be illogical, Brennan would've sworn she could feel the subtle hum of electrical current being used by her refrigerator.
"Not entirely." He shrugged, before resting his chin in his hand and eyeing her across the corner of the table. "When did you get to be so perceptive, anyway?"
The forcibly evasive manner in which Booth answered, coupled with such an unexpected question, confused Brennan.
"I didn't." She countered, frowning at Booth, before gulping down a mouthful of her own drink.
He raised his eyebrows.
"I didn't." Brennan repeated. Realising that he needed more of an explanation, she placed her tumbler back on the worktop and continued, "I just… I know you, Booth. I know that you still believe in all that mushy-crushy stuff, no matter what anyone says to the contrary."
Booth grimaced a bit and let out a self-depreciating laugh.
"Cheers, Bones. Thanks for making me sound like a girl."
She frowned at him, genuinely confused, and said, "I'm a girl, and I don't believe in any of those things."
He observed her, with his head tilted to one side, for several seconds.
She couldn't help but think he seemed to be trying to make a decision over something. His eyes were burning into her, and she averted her own to where she'd placed her glass on the counter, snatching it up and swilling it's contents, before taking a swig of the stuff. Perhaps he was trying to find a way to explain what he meant in terms that she would easily understand.
Glancing back towards him, she observed the tiniest upturn to the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah you do, Bones."
A/N:- Canon enough? Or not? Hmm, well it goes without saying that I appreciate reviews as much as any other sane person :)