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CHAPTER 2

Brennan still felt a little twinge somewhere in her stomach... her rational mind had already figured out, that the feeling had to be jealousy, but on the other hand she did not want to admit that feelings were taking over her rationality. So she simply tried to ignore it, but she could not deny that the way Booth had responded to Ms. Silverson's flirtatious behaviour was gnawing on her.

After the disappearance of Booth and Victor(ia) Brennan could concentrate a bit more on the body. "Male, approximatley forty to fifty years old, left ulna and scapula broken, most likely caused when pushing the body into the void beneath the stage. No other obvious injuries..."

She was just finishing her dictation, when Booth and Ms. Silverson reappeared, the latter laughing loudly, which rang in Brennan's ears unpleasantly.

Booth was talking to Ms. Silverson, when Brennan interrupted "Booth, the body can be transported to the lab. I am done here..." Booth nodded.

Brennan was getting angry. Normally Booth would have turned to her, asked her on the details she had discovered so far. "Booth... I do not want to interrupt your nice little chat with Victor-ia, but we are done here!" she said in a snappish voice. Ms. Silverson's eyes widened a bit, hearing the small pause in her name.

Booth frowned a bit, looked at her more closely and a tiny smile crept on his face. "Okay, Bones... let's get going... Ms. Silverson, thank you for your co-operation, if you remember anything else, please contact me."

"You're welcome, Agent Booth. Good-bye, Miss." She nodded towards Brennan.

"It's Doctor. Doctor Brennan... Good bye then, MISS Silverson." Brennan gave back.

Ms. Silverson joined the people at the bar again, which were now being interrogated by some FBI agents.

"Did you have a nice time with MISS Silverson, Booth?" Brennan asked sweetly.

Booth looked at her curiously and again a little smile appeared on his face. "Yes, indeed."

Brennan's eyes narrowed a bit, then she said in a sharper tone than she had intended: "Well... can I fill you in then?"

While leaving the club and walking back to the car she told him about the injuries and age of the man. "And he is male, of course" she ended her summary.

"Well, THAT was obvious." Booth said "You've seen the clothes, shoes, the haircut?"

Brennan grinned "Ah, Booth... take the clothes away and YOU of all people would never know it's a man."

"What? What do you mean?" Booth asked.

"Ohhh... never mind, Booth, never mind."

"No, Bones, I am serious, what do you mean?" Booth insisted, but Brennan remained silent.

"Oh, come on, Bones... are you mad at me? Are you... I mean, because I went away with Ms. Silverson and left you there with that awfully smelly body?" Booth looked at her curiously.

"The body was not particularly smelly." She stated, but did not dare to comment his assumption.

"You are avoiding the question!" Booth objected.

"Yes, maybe, I am!" she shot back, crossed her arms before her and stubbornly stared out of her window.

"Why? Cause I left? Or ...because I left with her?" Booth asked once again. She did not answer, but he saw she was biting her bottom lip.

"Bones... talk to me!" he begged, but Brennan refused to answer. She did not answer, because she was mad at herself for still being jealous... even after finding out that Victoria was a Victor...

Booth suddenly stopped the car. "We are going to stay here until you tell me what's wrong with you."

"Booth... blackmailing does not work with me. I could call Angela to pick me up and then you are the one forced to make explanations to her." She said without looking at him.

Booth winced at the mere imagination of Angela's interrogation tactics. "Okay, okay... you won. But you could tell me, because I ask you?" Hi voice had a pleading tone now.

Still she refused to look at him, knowing that he would try to win her with his charm smile. She knew that if she would look at him, her defences would break down and she would admit that she had been jealous. And with admitting that she had been jealous, she would also admit that she cared... that she had feelings for him. Feelings that she needed to bury somewhere deep, deep down inside her.

He watched her, while she was staring out of the window, not moving, still biting her bottom lip. He placed a hand on her shoulder and the feeling of his touch caused her to shiver a bit. "Bones... were... were ... you jealous?" he whispered.

She snorted, still not looking at him. "Why should I be jealous?" Unfortunately her voice did not sound as self-confident and composed as she had planned. She closed her eyes and sighed.

"I don't know, Bones... it's just you're acting as if... I mean..." he mumbled.

"Oh, come on, Bones... can't we at least be honest to each other ... were you jealous?" He asked again.

She opened her eyes again and shot back "Not jealous. It just annoyed me that you fell for that blatantly flirting ..." "Beautiful woman." He completed. "God, Bones... I talked to her, okay. It was an interrogation... Do you think I am not professional? Just because I talk to a woman..."

"Well...Booth... that is not entirely true" Brennan shot back nastily. "Because Victoria is a Victor."

"What?" He gasped.

"Miss Silverson is a Mister Silverson. By the way I doubt that Silverson is his or her true name..."

"Come on, Bones... don't be nasty... you are kidding..." Booth stammered.

In the aftermath of the diversion the revelation of Victoria being male had caught, she dared to look at him. He clearly seemed to be shocked and the charm smile had been wept off his face.

She gave him a mischievous smile. "Booth... I am the forensic anthropologist. I know where to look. The facial bones, the hips... all indicating male. And the dress was covering an adam's apple."

"Oh my god." Booth looked utterly shocked. "I really thought she's a woman..."

"Don't worry, Booth... She dazzled all the other FBI agents and police men too..." Brennan commented.

Booth shook his head. "Well... " he cleared his throat. "I don't believe you, you know?" he added.

Brennan could not believe he was that stubborn. "But, Booth... I am not lying ... I am sure, that Silverson..."

"Ah, Bones... Who cares about him or her?... I don't believe you, when you are saying that you were not jealous!" he stated matter-of-factly.

"What?" She looked at him in absolute disbelieve. "Why?"

"You remember the case two weeks ago... when you had that cosy little chat with that big guy, that surfer?" "Cosy?" she repeated incredulously. He did not even react, but continued "Do you remember what I did?"

"Well... yes" she answered "You nearly dragged me off the scene and said I had to immediately got to the lab to examine the body... then you did not talk to me the entire drive back to the Jeffersonian..."

Then, finally it dawned on her. It had been nearly the same situation as today, but vice-versa. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him. "You... you were jealous?" She asked cautiously. He only nodded.

They looked at each other for what seemed an eternity, when suddenly they heard someone tapping at the window. An officer was standing there. Booth opened the window.

"Mister, I am sorry to disturb you, but you are completely blocking the street!"

Only now Booth and Brennan were aware that there was the sound of horns behind them and the both blushed vividly.

"Ah... well... sorry officer... won't happen again." Booth stammered.

"Okay... I am going to stretch this point a bit today... Please drive home or wherever you want, but... well..." He winked at them, then motioned for them to drive.

They did not dare to talk anymore, but secretly they shot each other quick side glances and every now and then their eyes met for a brief moment.

Brennan felt somehow light in her head. 'What does that mean...?' she asked herself over and over.