Wow, so many reviews for chapter 1! Thanks! Believe it or not it did make me write faster, even though it's been a week since I posted chapter one.

This chapter turned out to be Brennan's POV. The next chapter will probably be Booth's POV.

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Temperance awoke slowly Thursday morning. She opened one eye and peeked out, wincing and closing it quickly when the early morning light triggered a bolt of pain in her head. Her mind felt unusually fuzzy and it took her senses a few seconds more to detect the body in the bed beside her. Oh crap! She thought as she squeezed her eyes tighter and tried to remember what the hell had happened last night.

The events of the previous day came back to her in flashes. A swat team surrounding a cabin deep in the woods. A little girl wearing a pink sundress lying lifeless, half of her head blown away. The full moon. Drinking numerous beers with Booth. Kissing him in her hotel room.

Booth. Shit. Brennan turned her head slightly and opened her eyes. Booth was lying on his side next to her. His knees were barely touching her legs. His dark hair was messy and standing on end. She closed her eyes and allowed the images from last night to play out in her head.

After she had said yes and kissed him for the second time, all semblance of control left the room. Booth quickly pulled her shirt over her head and she unhooked her bra. He pushed her back up against the wall and pulled up her skirt. At first she was surprised by his urgency, but she soon matched it, forgetting everything else, concentrating only on the two of them.

Brennan shifted slightly in bed and felt heat rise in her body as she thought about what they had done. And what they had done later on the floor when she had taken control. She suddenly became aware of his breath on her neck. He was sleeping so close to her, barely touching her, but it felt extremely intimate.

She began to breathe quicker and had a burning need to get the hell out of the hotel room, but she didn't run. She forced herself to slow her breathing and stave off the rising feeling of panic. Running away now would only make everything worse. Besides, if she moved Booth might wake up and she wasn't ready to face him.

She tried to focus her thinking, and the hangover didn't help. She had sex with Booth. What should she do? She and Booth had sex. What did it mean? Was it a huge mistake? We had sex, at least twice, when we were drunk.

Booth shifted slightly beside her and she stiffened. He would be up soon and she needed a plan. She needed to analyze the situation rationally. Fact: She had slept with Booth. Result: Good or Bad. The sex was good, better than good, but she was less sure about the situation they now faced.

She opened her eyes again and looked at Booth. Did she regret what had happened? No. She couldn't. It was Booth. She realized she was more worried about what it could lead to than what had happened.

Despite Brennan's best intentions, she bolted for the bathroom when Booth woke up seconds later. His brain registered the action just in time to see Bones' naked backside disappear behind the bathroom door. "Shit!" Brennan muttered as she leaned against the closed door. She didn't regret what had happened and she knew that if she freaked out and avoided him things would be awkward, and she really didn't want that. She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door enough to peek her head out.

"I'm just going to take a shower and then we should probably pack so that we can go by the station before we leave." Brennan trailed off, aware of the fact that she was rambling. Booth was propped up against a pillow watching her with a look she couldn't read. His eyes were dark and his gaze so intense she felt herself draw back and look towards the floor.

He didn't respond and she finally brought her eyes up to meet his. "I'm sorry … I'm not sure what to do. I've never … I don't." Temperance stopped. She was angry with herself for not handling the entire situation better. Usually she had no problem telling Booth exactly what she thought, but now she wasn't sure what she thought.

"Don't apologize." Booth said his voice gentle. "We'll figure it out. Right now we should get ready so we can go get breakfast. I need my patented hangover remedy."

Brennan smiled at him, relived by his reaction. "What is that?"

"Grease, coffee, and ibuprofen. And don't tell me it hasn't been scientifically proven because it works. I know from experience," Brennan laughed as she closed the door behind her.
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The trip back to D.C had been long, but thankfully, Booth's hangover remedy had worked nicely. They had finished up the paperwork and made their scheduled flight, landing in D.C. at the worst possible time. The traffic was terrible and crawled along at an excruciatingly slow rate. They hadn't been alone, really alone, since that morning in the hotel room. They had kept their conversation to a minimum all day, only discussing the recent case or other safe topics.

Much to Brennan's relief things hadn't been tense or awkward between them all day, until now. The silence felt heavy and oppressive. There was so much that needed to be said, but she wasn't sure where to begin. She had no idea what Booth expected from her. She had once accused him of being a "stodgy traditionalist" when it came to relationships and the thought worried her now. She knew she definitely wasn't ready for traditional.

Booth looked over at her and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but he turned back to the road and said nothing, taking a drink of his coffee instead. Brennan searched for something to say.

"Booth," she started out. Her voice was soft and uncertain. She took a breath and decided to keep it simple and stick to the facts. That was all she could handle right now. "I liked being with you last night."

He looked at her, slightly taken aback by her directness. "So did I."

"I don't…" She began, buy Booth cut her off.

"Just answer one question." He didn't look at her as he spoke. "Was last night just recreational for you?"

"No." She replied as her chest constricted. "What about you Booth, do you think it was a mistake?" She asked worried when she realized she still didn't know how he felt.

Booth turned toward her and lightly trailed his finger down her cheek and over her lips. "No, it wasn't a mistake." Relief flooded through her body and she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Somewhere in the night a horn honked jerking Brennan and Booth back to reality.

Twenty minutes later Brennan stifled a yawn. "We should be home soon and I want you to sleep in tomorrow." Booth ordered. "This case was a bad one and you look exhausted." He continued softening his tone.

"The same goes for you," she replied.

"Yeah, for some reason I didn't get much sleep last night. I think it was the bed, or maybe the pillow." Booth said teasingly. Brennan playfully punched him in the arm.

"Hey." She said. "Maybe you would have been more comfortable in your room." Booth laughed.

"I think they all have the same beds." She rolled her eyes at him.

Brennan cleared her throat and asked the question she had been pondering since morning, "Um, last night … I remember the wall and the floor, was that all?"

Booth's hand moved up to his collar, tugging on it. "There was also the bed, you know right before we passed out." Brennan paused, trying to remember through the alcohol haze. Suddenly she remembered. She felt her face flush and was grateful for the dark. She smiled at how obviously uncomfortable Booth was talking about it.

She waited until he took a drink of coffee then said, "I liked the wall, it was a first for me." Booth shot hot coffee out of his mouth and swerved, causing at least five cars to honk at them. He looked over at Bones who was wearing an amused smiled. He pointed a finger in her direction.

"Shit! Bones, you are bad. No more talking. I would like to get home alive." He reached over and took hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

They pulled up in front of her building fifteen minutes later. Booth stepped out of the car, grabbed her bag from the trunk and started towards her apartment. She started to protest that she could carry her own luggage, but she relented and followed him up to her apartment. He stopped inside to door and set the bag down. Even though he had been in her house many times before, it seemed different now. His presence seemed to fill the entryway. Booth took a step toward her and took her in his arms, kissing her long and slow. When he pulled away she had trouble catching her breath.

"Get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow." He said before he turned and walked out the door.
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Brennan arrived at the Jeffersonian a little past 8 the next morning feeling rested and happy. All morning as she got ready for work, a smile kept creeping onto her face, making her feel silly. She was relieved that Angela wasn't in yet. Her best friend was very adept at reading her, a skill that had always unnerved Brennan a bit. As she settled into her desk she allowed herself to think about Booth and last night's goodbye. She gave a contented sigh and turned towards her computer. After being out of the office both she and Booth would have plenty of work waiting for them.

Angela walked into her office half an hour later bearing coffee and bagels. "What time did you get back last night?" She asked depositing the food on the table in front of the couch and motioning Brennan over. Brennan finished her email, clicked send, and joined Angela on the couch.

"Late. Thanks," She said gratefully reaching for the coffee. She tried not to look at Angela, focusing her gaze on the cup in front of her instead.

"So it was a tough one, huh," Angela said trying to get her friend to open up a bit. Temperance finally looked at her friend and opened her mouth to speak when her phone rang. She walked over to her desk.

"Brennan," she said. She could feel her face become red when she heard Booth's voice and she turned away from Angela. His day was going to be as busy as hers, but he promised to stop by later when he got a chance. Brennan put the phone down and took a minute to collect herself before turning to face Angela. She had to get control of her emotions. She couldn't let Booth affect her like this.

"Oh. My. God!" Angela said her voice getting louder with each word.

"Ange please," Brennan begged as she hurried over to close her office door.

"Start talking sweetie." Angela fixed her best friend with a knowing smile.

Right. Brennan thought. How was she supposed to explain things to Angela when she didn't even understand it herself?

"Try the facts Bren," Angela suggested, sensing her friend was struggling.

"The case was exceedingly difficult. I missed a marker in my first examination of the bones that eventually lead to the murderer. If I had found it sooner the last girl might … still be alive." Brennan stopped and shook her head, trying to keep the images of the girl's body out of her mind.

"Afterwards we went to a bar and got hammered." She said using one of her newly acquired vocabulary words. When she hesitated unable to say the next words out loud, Angela coaxed her on.

"And"

"And then we went back to the hotel and I kissed him." Brennan saw Angela smile "We had sex," She blurted out.

"Wow." Said Angela, momentarily speechless. Her speechlessness didn't last long and soon she was blurting out questions as they occurred to her. "So how do you feel about it? I mean you seem happy. Are you guys together now? Was the sex great? Do you even remember it?"

Brennan laughed at the barrage of question. "I don't know Ange. I haven't had much time to think about everything and we haven't really talked."

"Don't Bren."

"Don't what?" Brennan asked confused.

"Don't analyze this thing with you and Booth like its something in the lab that can be cataloged and quantified." Angela took hold of Brennan's arm and pulled her down on the couch next to her.

"You look happy and I can tell that the sex was great from the way you keep blushing." Angela said as Brennan silently cursed her light complexion. "So why don't you just go with it?"

Brennan sighed wishing it were that easy for her. "I'm scared," she said quietly. "What if it changes things or what if it doesn't work out?" She felt relief at finally vocalizing her fears.

Angela studied Brennan carefully, her friend never admitted to being scared. Angela chose her words carefully.

"What if it does work out Bren? Are you going let the fact that you are scared stop you? I mean you never have before."

"Look," Angela said changing her approach. "I know you have a few issues, but it's ok to want someone or even to need them. It doesn't make you weak, it makes you lucky."

Angela flashed a wicked grin. "Plus, you and Booth have practically been dating for the last few months, at least now you get to have sex."

"Ange," Brennan said in a warning tone, but Angela ignored her.

"Homer Simpson said it best 'Alcohol the cause of and solution to all of life's problems."

"I don't think Homer wrote that." Brennan replied confused.

"Not like the Odyssey Homer, sweetie. Homer Simpson. A very popular cartoon character that you really should know. Booth will defiantly be good for you," Angela said rolling her eyes at her friend's continued cluelessness.

"Talk to him," Angela said, serious again, "and give it a chance."

"Thanks Ange," Brennan said as she gave her friend a quick hug. "I still have to deal with David. Do you think I could just call him or perhaps write him a note?" She asked hopefully.

Angela shook her head. "You guys have been seeing each other for a while, you should probably break up with him in person."

"Well, we are supposed to have dinner tonight, so I guess I'll do it then," She said turning to her computer, dreading the coming conversation.
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Bones felt rather than saw Booth walk into the lab later. She was bent over a metal table closely examining a femur when she felt someone watching her. When she turned around Booth was standing there with a strange smile on his face.

"Zach, I want you to finish cleaning this and then examine it thoroughly." He nodded his understanding as she laid the bone back onto the table, her hand shaking slightly. Luckily, Zach was his usual oblivious self and didn't notice the change in his boss after Booth walked in.

Booth waited for her at the bottom of the steps and smiled as she walked down to join him. He placed his arm casually around her waist, as he had done countless times before, but this time it felt different causing a current of electricity to shoot through her body.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it over here sooner, it was crazy today." Booth said as they walked towards her office.

"I know. I am so far behind that I could work every weekend until Christmas and still not complete the backlog." Brennan hesitated at the door wondering if she should shut it. She decided against it. If she kept shutting her door people would realize something was going on.

"Well, when they hire the other anthropologist it should help, right?" Booth asked as he sat down on the chair in front of her desk.

"I hope so," she replied as she collapsed into her chair, giving Booth a tired smile. "I have to give Dr. Goodman my answer on Monday." Booth nodded, but didn't press her on her decision, for which she was grateful.

"So, dinner tonight?" Booth asked trying to sound calm and cool.

"I can't tonight, I already have plans." She said feeling the dread for her meeting with David surface again. Booth stood up and ran a hand through his hair.

"I just thought we were going to … you know do something tonight?" Booth said, starting to get angry. He had looked forward to the evening all day and now she was busy. What the hell?

"There is something I have to take care of." Brennan replied wondering why Booth was getting so annoyed. "I'll stop by later. David and I are meeting at 8:00, so I shouldn't be too late."

"You are having dinner with David?" Booth asked speaking a bit too loud.

Brennan glanced at the open door and than gave Booth a look.

"Yes and I don't see the problem. Booth, let me explain…"

"Never mind Bones." Booth said his voice flat. "You don't have to explain anything to me." Booth turned to walk out the door. "You never did." He mumbled under his breath.

Temperance watched him walk out the door, completely confused. What the hell was he so pissed off about? She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. This relationship thing was not going to be easy. She thought about going after him, making him understand why she had to meet with David, but she didn't. God. Did Booth really think that she would have dinner with her boyfriend and then sneak off to have sex with her partner? She picked her head up and glanced at her clock. If she hurried, she could get everything done before she met David. Talking with Booth would just have to wait until afterward.

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Brennan walked quickly into the restaurant and looked for David, whom she knew would be waiting for her. She pulled her hair free from the clip holding it up, feeling slightly self conscious about her appearance. She had been so distracted that she hadn't even brushed her hair before leaving the lab. David always looked immaculately put together, somehow managing to spend twelve hours in a suit and not create a single wrinkle.

David waved her over, rising to kiss her cheek as she approached the table.

"Tempe, I'm so glad to see you." He smiled at her and gestured for her to sit. "You must be exhausted."

"Yes, it's been a very difficult week." She stated as she began to second-guess her decision to break up with him in person. It would have been much easier over the phone. She was not good in these kinds of situations.

"I followed the case in the paper." David said breaking into her thoughts. "It sounds like you and Booth made all the difference. They said the FBI had been following the guy for years, but didn't have any evidence until they got you on the case." He placed his hand gently over hers. "You're amazing Tempe."

Brennan blushed and pulled her hand away from his. Before David could ask if she was ok a waiter appeared with a bottle of wine. "Madame?" The waiter asked as he motioned towards Brennan with the bottle.

"No thank you." She said. She had had more than enough alcohol recently. David looked at her questioningly as the waiter poured his wine.

"Are you ready to order or would you like more time?"

"More time please." Brennan requested.

David began to tell her about some friends of his who had recently bought a yacht. David loved sailing; apparently it was a requirement if you were an investment banker. Her mind began to wander.

What was she supposed to say to him? After that case you read about in the paper my partner and I got drunk and had crazy sex. And even though we haven't really talked about it and probably shouldn't get involved, I'm breaking up with you on the chance that something might happen between us? Brennan thought wistfully about how much easier it was to express herself through writing.

She looked at David talking animatedly about a sailing trip he and a friend had planned. Was she crazy to break up with him? He was a perfectly nice man. Kind, thoughtful, good looking and completely interested in her; always there with an amusing story or a kind word when needed. He didn't drive her crazy like Booth did, or make her so mad she could barely speak. He also didn't make her feel like Booth had the night in the motel.

"Tempe?" David asked and she realized he had been waiting for her to speak.

"I'm sorry. I'm really tired … and there is something we need to talk about." Brennan said struggling to get the words out. The waiter chose this moment to reappear and inquire about their orders. David waved him off with an impatient gesture.

Brennan cleared her throat and began, "It's about us and uh, Booth." She looked at David and saw that he knew what she was trying to say. David took a big drink of wine.

"I can't say that I am completely surprised." He sighed and looked at her. "Are you sure?"

Brennan swallowed. No, she wasn't sure and that terrified her.

"I don't know," she answered honestly, "but I want to find out."

"My friends warned me about getting involved with you. They said that you were obviously in love with your partner, but I didn't believe them. I told them that you were the most honest woman I had ever met and than you would have told me if there was anything going on." He shook his head sadly, a woeful expression on his face. "I guess I was a fool."

David stood up and pulled several bills out of his wallet, dropping them on the table. "Goodbye Temperance. I hope he appreciates you."

Brennan watched him walk out of the restaurant feeling terrible. For the nine millionth time in the last two days she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She had made up her mind to explore this thing with Booth and give it a real chance, but she didn't realize how bad she would feel about David. First Booth getting angry at her and now David making her feel guilty. Booth had better be nice when she went to his place.

Temperance stood up and walked out of the restaurant towards her car. She had talked to David, now it was time to talk to Booth. She knew that he had been giving her some space, but he wouldn't wait forever.

Brennan called Booth as she pulled out of the parking lot. He didn't answer and she didn't leave a message. She started towards his house. When she caught sight of her reflection in the rearview mirror she decided to run home and change first. It was only 9:30, she would have plenty of time to shower and put on some makeup.

She pulled away from her apartment an hour later. Her stomach tightened as she thought about seeing Booth alone at his apartment. David was a distant memory as she drove across town feeling wired from nervous energy and anticipation. She parked in front of his building and checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before getting out.

Brennan reached out and knocked on Booth's door, hoping that it wasn't completely obvious that she had gone home first to shower and put on fresh makeup.

"Ja?" Asked a tall blonde who opened the door wearing only a faded Quantico t-shirt. Brennan recoiled as if she had been punched in the stomach. She took a step back, wondering if she could have the wrong apartment. Then she saw him. Booth stepped into view wearing a pair of boxers. He froze when he saw her. His eyes locked onto hers and he saw them fill with tears. He took a step forward, but she turned and ran down the hallway, a strangled sob escaping as she rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.