Three-oh-Clock

Summary: A certain forensic anthropologist can't take the tension anymore.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Sad, I know.

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"ENOUGH WITH THE KNOCKING!" Agent Seeley Booth yelled, rubbing the back of his neck and stomping over toward the door. It was 3 o'clock in the morning when he was woken up by an insistent knocking on his front door.

The person on the other side of the door surprised him.

"Bones?" Booth asked sleepily, watching as Dr. Temperance Brennan walked into his place.

"I can't take this anymore, Booth." Brennan said, looking at her partner.

"Bones, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. Couldn't this wait until later?" Booth leaned against the now closed door and crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, it couldn't!" Bones exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air in agitation. "Any second longer I stayed quiet…I would…probably explode!" She stumbled, running a hand through her hair.

"Humans can't explode unless it's because of a bomb. Now do you mind?" Booth stated, opening the door and motioning for her to leave.

Bones stormed toward the door, slamming it shut and glaring at Booth. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel it too."

Booth sighed softly and reached a hand up, grazing his thumb along her jaw line. "Bones…" He murmured.

Bones looked down, then back up at him. "Sorry to have woken you." She whispered, moving toward the door.

Booth rolled his eyes slightly and grabbed her arm roughly. "You woke me up this early in the morning for that?" He pushed her back against the door, glaring at her.

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly at him, her mouth twisting into a line of annoyance as she tried to free her arm from his grip. "You know what Booth, just let me--"

Brennan's request was cut short by Booth's lips crushing against hers. Eventually, he pulled away and let her go. She had a confused look on her face.

"What?" He asked, as if he didn't do anything.

"What was that for?"

Now he was confused. "Isn't that...what you were talking about?"

"No. I was talking about the sudden tension between Angela and Hodgins. As if they did something. Together."

Booth rubbed the back of his neck and turned around, walking toward his bedroom. "Goodnight Bones."

When his back was turned, Brennan brought a hand up to her lips, a faint smile on them.

There was no tension between Angela and Hodgins.

-Fin-

-Just kidding-