She knew soon after. She needed no explanation or definitive proof. Suddenly without question, or definitive proof she was sure. She didn't know how, but she just knew. And instantaneously everything changed. She knew why but she didn't know how. She couldn't figure out how something so small could have such an impact. It hadn't taken long for her to figure out. She just woke up one day and she knew. She didn't have any evidence to support her theory, but somehow she didn't need it. But in that she began to question. She had never before in her life had an instance where she didn't need the proof to support her hypothesis. It was too early for the proof, or so she thought, she didn't really care though. And suddenly she was looking for an answer to a question that she had never asked herself before. Her thought immediately possessed her. When she was at work it was every other thought. It interrupted all of her other thoughts. She assumed that she could file it away momentarily, but she couldn't.
Finally she found out what she had already know. She had definitive proof that she could look at and interpret. It was pretty straight forward. She had never been so sure, and unsure at the same time before. This was a new feeling. And among the confusion there was an excitement that she never anticipated. Not that she really anticipated this, but she had on prior occasions hypothesized about it before. Her hypotheses were completely incorrect. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
With one small thing everything changed. Something had suddenly just flipped on. And she felt different. An unexplainable feeling overtook her. It wasn't just emotional she felt it somehow inside of her. She wanted to tell someone, but she was scared to death that someone would find out. Had Zack were still in the lab she would have been afraid of him finding out. After some time she had realized that it was an invalid thought because even if Zack did still work with her, he wouldn't know not that soon. She still had time, at least she hoped. Her other worry was Angela. Angela was always eerily intuitive especially with her. Those were just little worries though, she could deal with them. Seeley was her biggest worry, especially after what happened the night of Zack's arrest.
She's day dreaming when she's suddenly interrupted by someone talking to her.
"Hey Bones are you in there?" he asks her.
"Yeah I was just thinking,"
"I figured this much. What were you thinking about?"
"I was just daydreaming?"
"You do that?" he jokes.
"Yes of course I do,"
"I just didn't peg you for the daydreaming type,"
"Of course not,"
"So do you want anything?"
"No,"
"Coffee?"
"No,"
"Tea? How about some green tea Bones it's your favorite,"
"No. I'm fine,"
"Soda?"
"No,"
"Water?"
"The answer is still no,"
"Are you hungry? Do you want a burger and fries? I'll treat,"
"No!" she exlaims.
"Well then I only have one thing left to ask,"
"What?" she huffs slightly agitated.
"Do you want some pie?" he jokes.
"Sure,"
"So then you're ready to go?"
"I said I want some pie,"
"Bones you can stop now, you're not very good at playing jokes,"
"I'm not joking," she insists.
"You really want a piece of pie?"
"Yes,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"What made you change your mind?"
"I've decided that my dislike of cooked fruit as it pertains to pie is slightly irrational,"
"What? Did you just admit that something about you is irrational?"
"I think that we both know there are a few irrational things about me,"
"Ok. You want a slice of pie. What kind of pie would you like?"
"I don't know which one is best?"
"They're all good,"
"But which one is best? Don't you have some sort of criteria you judge them by?"
"No it's just pie Bones,"
"Ok which one would you recommend?"
"I don't know one with fruit,"
"Ok like cherry?"
"No,"
"Strawberry?"
"No. I'm allergic to strawberries,"
"Good to know. Blackberry? Actually that's more of a cobbler than it is a pie, but..."
She cuts him off, "No."
"Pumpkin?"
"No,"
"Pecan?"
"No,"
"Bones can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"What is your criteria for rejecting these pies?"
"I don't really have a reason. I do for the Strawberry, but that's it,"
"Rhubarb?"
"No,"
"Ok. What about apple?"
"Yes,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"Ok," he sighs in relief. "Excuse me," he says as he motions over the waitress.
"What can I get you?"
"The lady would like a piece of apple pie,"
"Ok," the waitress smiles kindly at them.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes why?"
"You look a little bit pale,"
"That's just how I am,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"
"Ok," he lays off.
Later when they get back to the lab Sweets is waiting on them.
"So how was lunch?" Sweets questions.
"It was great. Bones made some progress,"
"Oh really?" Sweets raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Booth replies.
"What would that be?" Sweets questions.
"He got me to eat pie," Bones admits.
"No I didn't get her to. She just decided that she would have pie. I didn't argue or try to persuade her. I just asked her if she wanted pie and she told me yes,"
"What kind of pie?" Sweets asks.
"Apple? But what does that have to do with anything?" Bones wanders aloud.
"Nothing it was just a question,"
"And you didn't hear the best part. She ate the whole thing. And I think she liked it. You liked it didn't you?" Booth smiles.
"Yes. I did. You could have concluded that by my previous statement of 'That was a good piece of pie' though," she rolls her eyes.
"What made you decide to try a piece of pie?" Sweets asks as they follow her into the lab.
"I don't know,"
"Did you just wake up this morning with the notion that you were going to try some pie?" Sweets asks.
"I don't know, but if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to the bathroom. If you'd like to follow me there I suppose you can but I really don't think that it's necessary," she says sharply as she leaves the room.
She stood in front of the sink washing her hands somewhat surprised. She got that feeling, but this time it went away. Just as she's ready to leave Angela rushes in.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're not acting yourself. I was waiting to get your by yourself so when Booth told me that you were in here I rushed in here to catch you. What's up?"
"Angela I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm acting the same way I always act," she lies as she runs out.