The FBI guys, and the scientists were getting together to give each other awards.

Angela got the celibate for longest award.

Hodgins got the most suspicious award.

Zack got the king of the lab award.

Cam got the bossiest award.

Bones got the sexiest scientist award.

Sweets got the youngest award.

And now it was my turn.

I bet the guys had come up with something funny, or embarrassing.

"And now, last but not least, Special Agent Seeley, we would like to present your award. Can I have a drum roll?" One of the Agents said in to the mic.

We were in the auditorium, of the FBI building.

I was next to Bones, who was next to Angela, who was next to Hodgins, who was next to Zack, who was next to Cam, who was next to Sweets.

Everyone howled, and hooted for me.

I smiled, and after tearing my eyes from Bones I finally looked at the Agents on stage.

"Booth, you get the in the closet for the longest award."

The team gasped, and the guys on stage started laughing, like the animals they were. I didn't, and Bones was confused.

"What?" I asked, not sure if I heard right. My smile was gone.

"We were fooled by your charm, and flirting with the ladies, but we know you prefer bro's, rather hoe's. It's alright man, it's okay." One Agent said through tears.

"You think I'm gay? You're joking right?" Everyone stopped laughing.

"Dude, if you were straight, you would have tapped that ass, already." One of the agents said threw hysterically laughing. Of course they were looking at Bones, now. Of course it was always about her. Everything was, always.

Her eyes were wide. "You prefer men?" She was…shocked, to say the least.

"No!"

"Booth, no need hiding it anymore. It's okay. We understand. You're not less of an agent, or a man, if you're gay. It's alright." The agent on stage, said, and he had stopped laughing; he was suddenly serious.

"Not every straight man is attracted to every woman in front of him. Not every straight man is a pig. I'm a gentleman." Bones was still staring at me. "Bones…do you really think I gay? This is crazy! I'm straight. I have never even thought about…um…you know."

"Dude, if you don't think she's sexy, you have to be gay."

"Whoa. Cam, tell them. I'm not gay. I'm not."

"Booth…I agree." Cam was holding back hysterical laughter.

"Bones. I'm not gay." I was searching her eyes, was she playing with me?

"It's okay if you are, Booth."

"I'm not!"

"It's actually almost funny, that you are, because…I didn't see this coming. I just thought…you weren't attracted to me."

"What?"

"It all makes sense. You're…you always say we are just friends, and professionals. Now I understand why. I thought we were close…you could have told me. I wouldn't have disrespected you. Really, Booth, you should have told me. That way I wouldn't feel so stupid right now."

"What?"

"I just can't believe you didn't tell me!"

"Tell you what? That I'm gay? I'm not gay!"

"You haven't had a girlfriend in a while."

"Maybe because I'm waiting for the most clueless woman I've ever known to figure out I love her."

"Or maybe because you are in fact attracted to men."

"That's like saying…that's like saying you…and a woman…and…whoa. Its just ridiculous! Crazy! I am very straight."

"Then why haven't you…?"

"Because…we are partners! There is no common ground! I'm not one of your damn of-the-day guys! Maybe I don't like your personality. Maybe I don't see a future with you. Maybe"-

"Okay, Booth. I get it. You've been clear for over five years. I know. You can stop."

"I'm glad we are on the same page. Finally."

"You…you don't like me?" Her voice was small.

"You're my partner. I have to like you."

"Oh."

"We get along, don't we?"

"If we weren't partners, you…we wouldn't...you wouldn't want to have coffee with me?"

"Bones, what are you talking about?"

"If you weren't forced to work with me, would you...have coffee with me?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"No! I..."

"Of course I would, Bones."

"Well now I don't beleive you."

"What?"

"You hesitated, I don't beleive that you would."

"You are so! So! Well, I have proof. I've turned down at least a dozen desk jobs, just stay partners with you."

"Dude, that proves something else."

"And what's that?"

"You're straight, I'll give you that, man. Agent Booth gets the coward award!"

"Thank you! Wait, what?"

"You're in love, and you don't say anything? Are you scared?"

"She doesn't beleive in love, or marraige, or"-

"Excuse after excuse! You're a chicken!"

"I don't care what I am, if I say anything she'll leave me, or beat me up, so I'll remain chicken. I admit it, I'm a chicken, and I'm proud!"