A/N: I don't know what possessed me to write this story but the plot bunny was looking kinda rabid and so I thought I'd rather write this than be bitten by it more than I already had been. -P Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'em I just play around with 'em. I promise I'll have them back in time for dinner!

Devil at the Bottom of the Wishing Well

Temperance Brennan sat alone in her office at the Jeffersonian. She mindlessly twirled he pen around her fingers, blankly staring at the wall. Something had been bothering Booth. He hadn't been himself for the last few days. He didn't have the cracks at her that he usually did, he wasn't pursuing the "bad guys" with his usual vim and vigour, he had even laid off calling her "Bones" and simply called her "Brennan". And despite not putting much stock in psychology she was determined to figure out what it was.

A whistle from the doorway brought her out of her trance.

"Hey, Brennan. I'm heading out!" Speak of the devil

"I was about to head out myself. Want to join me for a drink?"

"Wow, you actually leave the lab?" He gave a half-hearted grin

"Very funny Booth. Now do you or don't you?"

He shrugged and let out a sigh

"Yeah, 'Don't have anywhere else to be."

She mentally stored that comment away, didn't he have Tessa? Shrugging it off for the time being she gathered her coat and bag leaving he office and turning the lights out on her way.

They sat in their regular seats at the bar that they frequented. Temperance and Seeley sipped at their drinks in comfortable silence. There was something intimate about the way they sat. The dim light of the bar casting a warm glow over them. Their breathing was matched as they both stared off into space.

"Tessa left me."

He said it out of the blue, it took he a second to even realise he had spoken.

"Why?" She didn't need to elaborate with her question, he knew what she meant.

"She thought that I have a –thing- for … well, you."

Maybe it was her wine, or the dim light of the bar or the way they were leaning towards each other, talking in low voices. But suddenly her perception of the situation was starting to blur.

After a moment's hesitation, he leant forward so that his breath tickled her ear. She didn't want to let him know what that was doing to her.

"Maybe, she thought that because it's true"

She jumped slightly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She glanced at him through her lashes. They were just inches apart now. She found herself glancing at his lips. With a sudden renewal of confidence she tilted her head and leant forward the little bit it took for their lips to meet.

Before this moment Tempe had never believed in there being sparks when two people kissed. But the second that their lips met he logical mind went out the window.

He hands went up and tangled in his hair. His arms snaked around her waist tugging her closer. He was impaired slightly by the barstool she was sitting on. They broke apart, he gathered her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. Her breathing was heavy, she realised that she hadn't taken a breath since their lips met.

"Lets get out of here" he breathed into her hair.

She shivered at the sensation, letting a smile cross her lips.

"Lets"

They walked across the parking lot hand in hand despite the bitter cold.

"Let me drive you home, Brennan"

"Temperance" she corrected, smiling.

"Temperance" he smiled too "Well, let me drive you home, Temperance" she liked the way he put emphasis on her name.

Glancing at him she bit her lower lip thoughtfully, a shy smile on her face. She finally ducked her head in consent.

"Alright, I'll let you drive me home."

"Common' then. Lets get out of here, its cold!"