For those of you who read my other story, i'm sorry i haven't been posting in awhile, but i've been busy/am out of creative juice for now on that story.. but i promise it will continue.. for those who don't read my other story, get to it. this is slightly different. it's written a bit differently and it's set after "The Doctor in the Photo" because i feel that i can beat the moonlighting curse hence the title. This is my version of how things should have happened. As always reviews are much appreciated :)

I'm with someone. She's not a consolation prize… I need to find someone who will love me in forty, fifty years… I knew, right from the beginning… I missed my chance… I don't want any regrets… I'm the gambler… I will adjust… I will adjust…

"Sweetie?" Brennan felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up from her desk.

"You're pregnant?" Bones laughed, that beautiful laugh. Booth placed a hand on her stomach. She bent to kiss him. He'd never been happier.

"Booth!" He woke with a start. He heard his alarm blaring and felt Hannah's hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly.

Special Agent Seeley Booth was in a foul mood the morning after a certain pretty anthropologist told him in his car that she had made a mistake. He was barking at agents and banging things around. You could hear him typing on his computer from the break room.

It was a particularly bad time for Dr. Lance Sweets to waltz into his office about to do some serious shrink work and Sweets knew it, which was exactly why he had come in the first place.

"Agent Booth is this a bad time?" Sweets asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah it is," Booth said throwing his coffee and donut in the trash harder than necessary. Sweets raised his eyebrows.

"Is there something you'd like to talk about?" Sweets asked.

"What? No," Booth replied, moving things around roughly around on his desk. "I mean why would I want to talk about anything? I'm fine. I mean she just decides that she made a mistake after, months, months Sweets of no contact, which she established. She just makes me so mad sometimes."

"Are you referring to Dr. Brennan?"

"Why would you assume it was Bones?"

"Why did you become defensive when I asked?" Sweets said.

"Don't play mind games with me right now Sweets. Just ask whatever it is you came in here to ask. Okay?" Booth replied. Sweets studied him, trying to decide whether to go with the question he had intended to ask or go in this new direction. He decided on the latter.

"So Dr. Brennan told you she made a mistake last night," Sweets said. Booth gave him an impatient look. "Sorry. She made a mistake about what?"

"About… us," Booth replied. Sweets raised his eyebrows.

"Really?"

"Yes Sweets. Okay?" Booth answered angrily. "She tells me last night that she made a mistake and what am I supposed to do? She does this on purpose. She acts like she doesn't understand social protocol and she does! That's the thing Sweets. It's some sort of defense mechanism and it's just so frustrating." Booth took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He used to have some control, now he was yelling things at Sweets and banging things around.

"Do we need to have a session Agent Booth?"

"What? No. Sweets. I've got work to do. So if you wouldn't mind," Booth motioned for the door. Sweets reluctantly turned to leave, then turned back to say something. "Sweets." Booth's tone turned to a dangerous warning. Sweets nodded and left, leaving the seething agent alone with his thoughts.

Meanwhile, that pretty anthropologist, who had told a certain FBI agent that she made a mistake, was up to her elbows in remains, but her mind was elsewhere.

"Bren?" Angela called. Brennan's eyes snapped up, immediately blocking her previous thoughts. Angela was standing next to her. Brennan hadn't even noticed her there. "Can we go talk in your office?"

"Can it wait Angela? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"No. Now let's go," Angela replied. Brennan sighed. She took off her gloves and followed Angela to her office. Brennan went and sat behind her desk, while Angela sat in one of the chairs on the other side.

"What is it Angela? I am very busy."

"I know Sweetie, but you've been very… distracted today," Angela began. She waited for Brennan to continue from that and when she didn't she began again. "Did something happen with you and Booth last night?" Brennan's head shot up. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"How did you know that?" she asked. Angela smiled.

"Because you're always distracted when you and Booth have a fight," Angela explained. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course you do, as long as you're prepared to be endlessly questioned until you crack," Angela said, smiling evilly. Brennan smiled slightly.

"Well we were in his car…"

"OOoooh. Is this a sex story?"

"What? No. Anyway I told him that I didn't want to have any regrets and that I had made a mistake last year," Brennan explained. Angela's eyebrows shot up and she smiled hugely.

"Are you sure this isn't a sex story?" Angela asked. She noticed how Brennan flinched slightly at her words and she immediately regretted them. "Sweetie, what did he say when you told him that?"

"He said," Brennan's voice cracked slightly, but she covered it by clearing her throat. "He said that he was seeing someone and that she's not a consolation prize."

"Like hell she is," Angela interjected. Brennan looked at Angela disapprovingly. "What? She is Bren. I know it, Booth knows it, and well you don't know it, but you should. Anyone Booth dates besides you is a consolation prize because it's not what he really wants." Brennan's eyebrows furrowed.

"Booth and I are just partners," Brennan said. Angela sighed angrily.

"No you're not!" Angela yelled. "Bren, partners don't confess their love for one another. They don't."

"I did not confess my love for Booth and he didn't confess his love either."

"Look, Sweetie, you believe what you want, but trust me Hannah is a consolation prize," Angela advised and with that she left, leaving the confused anthropologist alone with her thoughts.