"Hey do you want to grab dinner?" he asks.

"No. I've got plans,"

"And by plans you mean what exactly Bones?"

"I have a date,"

"Oh,"

"You sound jealous,"

"I'm not jealous," he lies.

"You're not?"

"No. Why would I be jealous? Is this guy..."

"You're not doing a background check on my date,"

"It will only take a few minutes. Don't you want to know if he's a rapist or a serial killer,"

"I don't think that he is,"

"What if he is?"

"I'll call you to come and save me," she jokes.

"You joke but people are sick,"

"I know. Don't worry I can take care of myself," she reminds him.

"I didn't say that you couldn't,"

"Now if you'll excuse me I need to go home and get ready,"

"You're excused," he taunts.

She sits at dinner and half listens as her date drones on about something or other. She picks at her food not even feigning interest with what he's saying.

"So what do you think?" he asks.

"About what?" she questions looking up from her plate, finally coming out of the trance she's in.

"Do you want to go to a late movie?"

"I can't I have to go to work early tomorrow," she tells him.

"Oh. Ok," he smiles.

Her date walks her to her car. She drives home with an unusual preoccupation. When she gets home she quickly showers and heads to bed. She stares at the ceiling. She tosses and turns trying to get to sleep. She tries to keep her subconscious just that. She battles within and begins to realize that she's losing. She can't seem to get him off of her mind.

She finally falls asleep. When she wakes up she's alarmed at the dream that she has had. She gets hastily readies for work. She finds herself at Sweets office several minutes later. She knocks impatiently on his door. There is no answer. She turns the knob of the unlocked door and pushes is open.

"Dr. Brennan what are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," she admits.

"You can't just barge in here. I do have other patients you know,"

"I don't see anyone,"

"That isn't the point,"

"Can I sit down?" she asks.

"Of course," he tells her.

"I need to talk to you,"

"I suspected this much when you barged into my office. What's on your mind?"

"I had a disturbing dream,"

"About what?"

"Who,"she corrects.

"Oh. Tell me about it,"

She quickly recalls the dream from earlier that morning.

She wakes to the sun in her face. She rolls out of bed, and makes her way to the kitchen. She finds someone sitting at her table with the paper in front of their face. She sees a plate next to him. She sits down by the plate. The paper falls onto the table.

"Morning honey,"

"Do you have to call me that?" she asks.

"What do you want me to call you? Bones?"

"No,"

"Wifey?"

"No,"

"So what would you prefer that I call you?"

"You could call me by my name. I mean we are married,"

"Just eat your breakfast before it gets cold," he instructs.

"I want coffee,"

"You can't drink coffee,"

"I can do whatever I want," she answers defiantly.

"You can, but do you really want to?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's bad for the baby,"

"So what does it mean?" she asks.

"You've just proved me right,"

"About what?"

"You've got feelings for your partner. You see a future with him, you're in love with him,"

"That is completely absurd,"

"Is it?"

"Yes. I had a date last night thank you very much,"

"With Agent Booth?"

"No,"

"With who?"

"Chad, or Tad," she looks at him in confusion.

"And how did that go?"

"It was..."

"I'm assuming that it was awkward since you were thinking about Agent Booth the whole time,"

"I was not,"

"You weren't?"

"No,"

"So what did this Tad character do?"

"For what?"

"A living?"

"He...he... I don't know. Why is that important?"

"You obviously didn't have very much interest in this guy,"

"I..."

"Exactly. Your mind was elsewhere,"

"How do you know? You weren't there,"

"I might as well have been,"

"What does that mean?"

"I can picture it in my mind,"

"Really?"

"Yeah. This guy took you to a fancy restaurant, he thought that he could impress you. He was planning on getting lucky. You ignore him most of the night. When he asks you to extend the date, hoping that it will eventually lead to sex you deny him,"

"How do you know that his motivation was sex?"

"Was he a man?"

"Yes,"

"How old was he?"

"Twenty five, or thirty,"

"Trust me his motivation was sex,"

"So when you go on a date with a girl is your sole motivation sex?"

"No I am very mature. I look for personality, and..."

She cuts him off, "So you're charming before you try to have sex with them?"

"That is an unfair assumption,"

"Sweets you're what? 12?"

"You're not funny,"

"I wasn't trying to be,"

"Let's digress from my age,"

"To what?"

"Your problem,"

"What problem?"

"Your obvious conflict of interest,"

"What conflict of interest?"

"You've finally realized that you're falling for your partner,"

"Falling?"

"You're falling in love,"

"No I'm not," she denies it vehemently.

"I'm not going to argue about this with you,"

"Are you going to experiment with my mind?" she questions.

"Is that what you want?"

"I want to know what the dream meant,"

"I told you,"

"It was an unsatisfactory answer,"

"I'm the professional here,"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go on a date with him,"

"What?!"

"Go on a date with him,"

"Why?"

"Think of it as an experiment. You can tell him what the circumstances are..."

"I don't understand what this proves or disproves,"

"That you have feelings for him,"

"How?"

"If you have date with him and you want more then you have feelings for him,"

"How will I know?"

"I'll tell you. After your date you're going to come see me,"

"Right after?"

"The next morning,"

"Are you serious?"

"Are you serious about figuring out the meaning behind this dream which is obviously disturbing to you?"

"Yes,"

"Then I'm totally serious,"

"I..."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes,"

"Then do it,"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," he tells her