Confusion had clouded Brennan's mind for a while now. It was the constant. She would always rely on deductive reasoning and logic for matters of science but at a specific point, she had lost her gift of clarity of her personal life. She could count on being unsure of herself ever since the Eames case. Temperance had always held FACT to be the truth. The Eames case was the point in history that she could say everything changed. The results of those changes were somewhat unsettling in her customary tidy universe.

But today, Temperance Brennan was in her element. For a Saturday, not at work… she was pleased with the day's offering. She had worked on her latest book and was certain that her publisher would be pleased with her draft. She had left the Jeffersonian limbo with all current work documented. She had enjoyed a post case drink with her co-workers at the Founding Fathers and wished them all a well deserved good weekend off. It was 10:13 am and she was very pleased with the progress of the day.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door… familiar in that her partner used that knock back when he frequented her time off with unexpected visits. Greeting him at the door, she was pensive. She was CERTAIN there was a very good reason for his visit.

She looked past the agent for his son. She knew it was his weekend with Parker. "Parker couldn't be with me this weekend. Rebecca had some last minute chance to take him to the shore so I thought I'd come see you! Whaddya say Bones… are you going to let me in?"

As Brennan stepped aside to make room for him to enter… a flash of realization struck her. FACT was the only thing she could count on! FACT was indeed what would lead her back to clarity AND the FACTS were flying at her with lightening speed.

Fact 1: Booth had said that he was 'the one' who would love her for 30, 40 and 50 years.

Fact 2: Booth had decided in 15 seconds that he would have to 'move on'.

Fact 3: Hannah wasn't a consolation prize. He 'loved' her.

Fact 4: Booth had estranged himself from Brennan before Hannah rejected him.

Fact 5: Hannah HAD rejected Booth. He wanted to give HER 30, 40 or 50 years but she rejected him.

There was NO ONE better with facts than Temperance Brennan. Her world had quickly turned upside down while investigating Lauren Eames. She had, with faulty logic thought that it would be righted in 3 days. Clearly she was wrong. Months after the event that distorted her metaphorical vision, Temperance looked at her 'associate' with 20/20 clarity. Seely Booth was a hypocrite.

Realizing that Brennan had yet to respond to him, Booth finally paused and looked at her. He was met by sparkling blue orbs that provided no clue to her curious behavior.

"What's up, Bones?" Booth asked, moving closer. His gaze never leaving hers…he suggested they sit. She allowed herself to be lead to the sofa and be placed gingerly like a doll on its shelf.

She turned and spoke for the first time since her revelation. Being a scientist, first and foremost, Temperance needed to test her conclusion.

"Why did you suggest that I might have intercourse with your 'finder' in order to get information from him?" She waited as he stared in disbelief. "Is it because you value me as nothing more than a piece of property to be used in return for favors? Did the gratuitous sex under the fig tree lead you to believe that ALL women express gratitude in that fashion?" She recognized the flash of blind anger that crossed his face.

"Don't you DARE" Booth growled but was cut off before he could finish his thought.

"You asked me if I ever wanted to be a human being who didn't paralyze others." She was relentless in her pursuit for the proof of her conclusion. "I can only speculate that you believe me to be responsible for the symptom of paralysis suffered by Dr. Filmore. " It was obvious that Bones wasn't in the mode of processing answers so Booth decided to sit back and listen to Brennan until she was sated but his mind was busy making mental notes of her offering. He knew from experience she would want him to help her process them.

"The 'rules'," she air quoted, "said you couldn't be involved with someone you work with yet you were involved with Cam. Your 'gut' tells you that you love me and want 30 or 50 years with me but you have to move on when I'm not ready to risk it all in 15 seconds. Your 'morals' dictated that you don't have biological releases without being in a relationship but you had sex with Hannah under a fig tree before you even knew her. Your 'code' of being a gentleman prevents you from discussing your private life with others but the oral sex you received under the fig tree was shared while you sat there smugly superior to those who were forced to hear it. Hannah rejects you and you renew your dedication to our partnership. Rebeca denies you visitation with Parker and you find time to come here. I find your lack of consistency… disturbing."

Booth swallowed the bile that had crept into his throat. For the first time in a very long time, he considered what Brennan had shared. "Look Bones," he started "we need to talk about this but I don't think now… I'm not sure that…" Booth was at a loss. He was unsure of how to continue.

Brennan breathed deeply and closed her eyes. "You gave me 15 seconds to GAMBLE on the most important relationship of my life. I didn't have the opportunity to think or feel or reason. You get the same consideration you extended me, Booth. Talk now or forfeit the opportunity."

Her calm demeanor was obviously a good cover for the range of emotions she had bottled. Not sure of where to start, Booth prayed that he would find the words. "Look Bones, I don't know where you want to start. Do you want to talk about Hannah?"

She replied, "No. Hannah is nothing more than supporting evidence in my theory. I have a theory on YOU, Agent Booth. I have the conclusion to that theory. I am merely testing the validity of that conclusion."

"Would you share your theory with me?" Not even daring to demand, Booth asked.

"Give a little to get a little, right Booth? Of course I will share with you... after you've explained your actions to me." She was steadfast.

"Do you remember everything I say, Bones?"

"I find it most helpful to remember details." she replied with a slight shrug.

Inhaling deeply, Booth prepared his argument for his judge and jury.