"Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart." –Martin Luther King Jr.

THAT Moment: Brennan

She hadn't known what her intentions were when she'd motioned for him to follow her to the new exhibit. Her moment in the spotlight had been nearing, the crowded room cloying, and all she had yearned for was escape.

A part of her had also wanted to show him this- just the two of them- and prove to him that the past could be just as invigorating as the present. Ignoring the blatant typos on the display placards- which she would be addressing to the curate before the night was over- she told Booth the truths that she had uncovered about Anok and Meti. He was listening, she could tell, and enjoying the story as much as she had.

Letting out a breath, she confessed how nerve-wracking nights like this truly were for her; giving him a little of herself as he had to her. Small waves of laughter rippled out from her as he talked about Egypt throwing her a party because she had changed history. She thought it only fair to point out that he changed history as well and felt a thrill go through her as he included her in that process too.

Her jubilation was sobered when he asked about Andrew, hurt seeping through his tone whether he realized it or not. Remorse for injuring his feelings hit hard so she explained that she had chosen to invite Booth instead, keeping what was theirs between them.

Somewhere along the way, they had migrated from opposite sides of the room to within a hairsbreadth of each other, speaking in hushed tones despite the fact that they were the only people in the room. She watched as the vein on his neck pulsed rapidly in time with his heartbeat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as well.

His pupils dilated and she felt her own heart begin to race as she recognized the familiar markers of arousal and desire in his body language.

"He knows the truth of you and is dazzled by it," Avalon's words hung in her mind as he shifted his weight. "I love you," three words spoken with such earnest, she'd been ready to accept them as fact until he had tacked on the "Atta girl" proviso.

That same earnestness was in his face now and she knew he was going to kiss her.

She tilted her chin in expectation, startling as Angela's summons echoed off of the walls. What would her friend think if she knew what she'd been interrupting?

Brennan stood rooted to the floor as their colleagues filed out, laughing. He didn't move either and she wondered if he would attempt to kiss her again. Without thinking, or analyzing, or compartmentalizing, she reached out; needing to make some type of physical contact. The cool fabric felt good beneath her fingers, grounding her to the moment even as his calloused fingers brushed her neck ever so lightly.

A look that spoke of mutual friendship, respect, and affection passed between them. Booth cleared his throat and they moved, mounting the stairs as they went to face things the way they always had: together.


Thanks so much for all the feedback! Hope you enjoyed this little venture. I think we're in for a great season! More to come on "Behind Blue Eyes" soon, but keep your eye out after new eps just in case my mini muse hits!

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