Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Please don't sue me. Really. You'd get a pony and a puppy. And a ton of DVDs.
A/N: This popped into my head last night. Kinda AU. Sorry it's short, I mostly write drabbles. Not sure if I will continue, but please let me know if you would like me to. Criticism is welcome, but please be gentle. I'm fragile!
"I am. Very good. But Booth has no direct knowledge of that fact."
Booth had no idea why her words stayed with him all day. Ok, he did know why. It was because he wanted to have direct knowledge. He wanted to sleep with his partner, in the worst way. The way she looked, smelled, moved, spoke (although he couldn't understand her half the time). The way she looked at him. The way she touched him. How it was all so innocuous. It drove him crazy. She drove him crazy. He couldn't get enough. He wanted more. Ad that's why he was pacing in front of Dr. Brennan's door at 11:28 pm.
He wasn't quite sure what gave him the brilliant idea to go over to her house. For all he knew, this whole thing was one-sided. He doubted it, judging by that look she gave him before she told Reilly that Booth didn't know how good she was. But that phrase – it just kept running through his head. He wanted direct knowledge.
So he raised his hand and knocked.