Saturday Night
Temperance laughed her way home as Booth continued to make remarks about the new agent that she had had to deal with this morning.
"Booth...stop it! My...stomach hurts," she said in between laughs.
Booth smiled at her as he tried to hold her hand.
"Booth, there's people around," she said as he slowly withdrew his hand. "It's not that I don't want to tell people, it's just whether we're ready or not."
Booth nodded as he continued walking next to her. The conversation died out as they made their way to Brennan's townhome.
"Bones, I wanna tell people," he said as they reached her steps. "I wanna tell the world I'm going out with the most intelligent, beautiful, and caring woman in the world. I wanna scream it in the Jeffersonian, I wanna-"
"Booth I get the point. Are you sure about this? Have you thought it out?"
"Yeah."
Temperance nodded solemnly as he leaned in and kissed her amid the people walking her block.
"Booth...mmm...Booth!"
She softly pushed Booth away as the people on her block tried to hide their stares.
"Didn't you want people to know? I thought we agreed on that."
"No! Me nodding and thinking about your preparations does not mean I agree with you!"
"Geez, Bones, don't yell, they're all staring at us."
"I am not yelling. I am discussing. Booth- if people decide to call the police I am going to have to- have to deal with this tomorrow! We're not being rational. Work is going to hell in a handbasket, and I can't deal with this on top of that," she said breathless.
"I'm sorry you feel about us being so painful on you."
"Booth, no I-"
"No Brennan, it's fine. Just go get back together with your old professor," he said as he began to walk away.
Temperance gaped as she walked down a few more steps closer to him.
"Fine then! Go do your dumb ex-girlfriend who wouldn't marry you!"
Booth turned and shrugged at her.
"Go lust your sailor boy," he said and a second later gasped at what he said, flinched, and then left her alone on her door steps.
Brennan stood shakily as the eyes of her neighbors were on her. She closed her eyes for a minute and then turned to open her door. As soon as she was in the protection of her home she cried softly, and then opened her liquor cupboard as she took out the vodka. She wiped her tears as she carried the bottle to her bedroom. She opened her closet and took out a photo album. She twisted the cap and took a powerful swig as she stared at the pictures.