A/N: Here you go! Chapter 2 after a really long wait. I'm sorry but, life just likes to get in the way. enjoy! It's in Booth's POV, kinda.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Seeley Booth told himself as he sat back on his couch. He knew better than the next person Temperance Brennan's views on marriage and monogamy. So what did he do? He goes and tells her he had a dream, a freaking dream where they were married and having a baby. If he told anyone what he had done, well, they'd think he had a death wish or something.
Booth rubbed his face, he was tired. Not sleeping for a week will do that to a guy. Every night, he'd go through the motions of going to sleep but, he'd never actually fall asleep. Booth never thought he'd be GLAD that he didn't have to work. If he was supposed to be catching bad guys, well let's just say it wouldn't be easy.
For the past week, Booth had been trying and trying his hardest to get her to talk to him. Angela and Sweets were even in on it. Whatever he tried she avoided him. He called her, she screened his calls. He showed up at the Jeffersonian, she had security (SECURITY!) block him. He was ready to follow her around and kidnap her if he had to!
That woman frustrated him so much but, he loved her. What was it Angela had told him this morning? She's still Bren and you're still Booth. Talk to her, tell her how you feel. Yeah, well thanks Ange! He had told her how he felt and where did it get him? NOWHERE! Gah, he was so frustrated! HE needed another beer, marking his fourth of the night.
Maybe Angela was right though? Booth allowed this tiny thought to penetrate his beer haze. She usually was. She did have a 'feeling' about Booth's feelings toward Bones before Booth even knew he had feelings for Bones. Maybe he should call Angela and ask her advice. It was worth a shot. He picked up his cell phone from the coffee table and dialed. The phone rang twice before Angela answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ange. It's Booth." Booth put the beer down on the table.
"Hey Booth, what's wrong? You sound funny" Angela sounded concerned.
"Eh, it's nothing. I …ah….just need a little advice." Booth winced. He could practically hear the smile on Angela's face now.
"Oh, and what advice would that be?" Angela sounded practically giddy. But, before Booth could answer, the doorbell rang.
"Sorry, Ange, I'll call you back." He hung up the phone and walked to the door. Without checking the peephole he pulled the door open. There stood Temperance Brennan. She looked anxious, nervous even.
"Booth, we need to talk."
