The following morning.

Again. I own nothing. Bones is not mine. Just having fun.

Chapter2

Booth had been sitting in her office for the last 30 minutes and was starting to worry. Brennan should have been at the lab almost an hour but still no sight of her. It wasn't like her to be late, normally she was annoyingly on time and as every minute pasted he began to wonder if she was coming in at all. He resisted the urge to call her after he convinced himself last night that it would be better to talk to her in person. He was much better face to face than he was on the phone or with e-mail; he had a knack for reading people and intuitively knowing how to respond. But maybe he should have called. Maybe ambushing her with a long speech of what their partnership meant was not the way to go. The night before he had thought of several metaphors and anecdotes he planned on reciting to her—but as he fixated on his watch, they all seemed to escape him.

Last night had been sleepless for Booth. As he lied with his arms around Hannah, he could not shake the sight of Brennan leaving out of his mind. Part of him didn't want to as he was afraid that it might be last time he would ever see her.

His thoughts were interrupted as Cam and Angela entered Brennan's office.

"Morning, Booth, have you seen Dr. Brennan?" Cam inquired as she saw him Booth sitting nervously on Brennan's couch.

"Uh… no. Have you heard from her, Cam? Has she been in yet? I've been waiting here for her," he asked—edgy and hopeful.

"Nope, not yet. If you see her, though, let her know I need her report and notes on our brilliant deceased doctor by the end of the day," Cam replied.

"Yeah. No problem, Cam. I'll let her know," Booth told her as she and Angela turned to leave.

But before they were out the door, Angela picked up a scent.

"You look tired, Booth. Long night?" she pried. Something was up.

Booth suddenly felt uneasy. "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. Have you… have you talked to Bones?"

"Not today…" Angela responded slyly; now certain that something had indeed happen between the two partners the night before.

"Well if you do, tell her to call me. Please," he asked.

"Oh, don't worry. I will. I definitely, will," Angela told him; now forming possible scenarios in her mind as she turned to leave with Cam.

Once they were out of Booth's ear shot, Cam broke the silence. "So that certainly seemed like more than nothing back there…"

"God, I hope so," Angela bursted. As far as she could tell the inevitable might have finally happened for the crime fighting pair.

"You don't think it finally happened, do you?" Cam was shocked but altogether not surprised. Despite her history with Booth, she had seen early on the growing love between Brennan and Booth, and like the hopeless romantic she was—she couldn't wait to see it finally come to form.

"Nervous Booth. Missing in action Brennan. They most certainly did the nasty last night," Angela was already planning the wedding in her mind.

"Its not even 9am. Shouldn't they still be wrestling around in the sheets?"

"This is Brennan and Booth we're talking about. Brennan can't just have a wild night of passion without putting up a little bit of a fight. Trust me, she's hiding," Angela knew her best friend all to well.

"I certainly do not envy that woman," Cam laughed.

"Ain't that the truth!" the two women split and went off about their work both giddy and excited for their friends.

Up high on the second floor of the Jeffersonian lab sat Dr. Temperance Brennan. She had nestled herself into one of several lounge areas that over looked her lab; paper work scattered on the coffee table and sofa round her. She had been at the lab since six thirty as result of a sleepless night. Brennan had always opted for not sleeping at the Jeffersonian rather than not sleeping in her bed. The paper worked soothed her and kept thoughts about the night before at bay. She had finished her report and organized her notes on the dead surgeon and was now in the process of fact checking a forensic TV show she'd never heard of. It was a job that would normally appear last on her to-do list, but had been given priority on this particular morning.

"So this is where you've been…" Angela startled her, but she was glad it wasn't Booth.

"I've been working, Ange" Brennan knew Angela had a talent for reading her well and she thought if she kept her words short she might be able to dodge the topic of last night.

"You've been hiding, Sweetie," After all these years, Angela had no problem calling Brennan out. It was good for her.

"I am not," Brennan lied. "The desk light in my office went out so I moved up here to see. It has… why do you think I'd be hiding?"

"Maybe because Booth is down stairs in your office waiting for you and after last night you're trying to avoid him."

"How do you know about last night?" terror hit Brennan stomach hard. Last night had been enough for her. Knowing that she would have to eventually face Booth was enough. But having all of her friends and colleagues know the story of her painful rejection—it was just too much. How was she supposed to work when she knew that they would all be watching her? Wondering if she was okay and taking pity on her. Booth should have been more discrete. He shouldn't have told anyone.

"Sweetie…" Angela started, but before she could finish Brennan was up and rounding for the stairs. The dejection she had been feeling had turned too rage within an instant. While sadness was difficult emotion for Brennan too express—anger had never been much of an obstacle.