A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! Now that I know at least someone is reading, I will continue this story. The style is kind of the same as the last one. I narrate the set up which leads up to the main scene. Like I said before, my purpose is to write the relevant scenes which will lead up to "the surrender" we're all longing for. I still imagine this being set in season three (if we would have gotten a third season), shortly after the last story. I'm sorry if some of my sentences are too long. I'm a law student and unfortunately, that's how we write.
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Bones is still not mine, even though I wish it was.
Brennan is not the type of person to give a psychologist any credence. So what Dr Evans (who she was no longer dating by the way. He was such an intolerable know-at-all!) had said should not have lingered on her mind. Yet, it did. She caught herself studying Booth, trying to find the answers to her questions: Was it true? Had he been right? The more time passed the more she became consumed with this quest. Why? Not even she knew but she told herself that it wasn't irrational for her to be so intent on learning the truth. After all, if he did have feelings for her, they should talk about it and resolve the issue so they could continue working together (she could not even imagine not working with Booth).
Furthermore, she was probably overreacting. Booth didn't have feelings for her. Most of the time, she believed this last statement to be true. However, it wasn't. The reason she was so obsessed with Dr Evans declaration was because of the simple fact that she somehow knew it was the truth and she was scared to death. So…she did what she could to find evidence to suggest otherwise (we argue all the time, he glance at that beautiful woman the other day, he won't let me drive). If Brennan was the type of person who confided in others, it would be apparent to them that the reason why she was so reluctant to accept Booth's feelings for her was because she too, felt them, for him, and she couldn't even imagine how it would be like to need someone like that. In fact, she had been avoiding it all her life. Brennan wasn't likely to admit this to herself, however, so she continued to study Booth, all in the name of saving their partnership.
The problem was that Brennan's obsession started to put a strain on their relationship. She decided that she would have to ask Booth the questions. It was the only logical way to get the answers she now desperately needed and the only way to resolve the tension she had created with her nonsensical thoughts. The opportunity presented itself one day in Dr Sweets' waiting room. He was running late and had asked them to wait. Booth was flipping through a magazine when Brennan suddenly stood up and started pacing.
"What's up Bones, restless?" He said this in his normal cheery tone, not knowing what was coming. She stopped and looked at him.
"Do you want to have your way with me?" Direct, as always.
"What!?" He looked taken aback. Who wouldn't have been surprised by this strange question?
"Do you…want to…have…your…way…with me?" She spoke these words to him as if he was a child. However, the repetition was pointless. Naturally, he had heard what she said.
"What the hell are you talking about, Bones? What way am I supposed to wanna have?" At this point, he truly did not understand what was going on. However, he was about to comprehend her meaning more clearly then he would have wished.
"The statement that someone wants to have their way with someone else implies that the former person have a desire to be intimate with the latter."
As soon as he heard the word "intimate" he understood where this conversation was going and his pulse rate immediately started to increase.
"Let me get this straight. Are you asking me if I want to have sex with you? Concentrate on the irrelevant details and you might dodge this bullet.
She pondered this for a moment.
"I don't know if it includes only sex but I guess that's part of it." By her tone, one would think they were discussing wallpaper samples.
"You guess? You haven't really though this through, have you?" As he said this, Booth stood up and walked towards her. His voice a little elevated.
"What does it matter Booth? Just confirm or deny." Brennan was also raising her voice at this point, talking faster.
"Where the hell is all this coming from?" He shortened the distance between them even more.
"Why won't you just answer me?"
"I want to know how you developed this delusion of grandeur."
"Why?"
"Because!" Now they were both acting like children. Standing close, waving their arms, talking rapidly and almost yelling.
"Fine, Dr Evans told me!"
"Ooh, Dr Evans told you…because he knows me so well it's only natural that he would be familiar with my desires." He said this in an incredibly sarcastic tone, looking at her as if she was an idiot.
"If it's so outrageous, why don't you just deny it?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"Don't try to turn this around on me." She was getting mad at him. Why was he not giving her the answers she was expecting? Even if she somehow knew the answer to her question was yes, she at least thought he would deny it so they could go on pretending.
"Why not, you brought it up. Do you want me to want to have my way with you?" He was still yelling and talking fast. It was almost impossible to hear what he was saying.
"Answer my question!" She couldn't back down, not when she had taken it this far.
"You answer my question!"
They were inches apart, both silent, staring the other one down.
"Am I interrupting something?" If Sweets had not walked in at that precise moment, Booth might have confessed or kissed her or simply walked out. No one would ever know because, ironically, Sweets had run up the stairs in fear of retribution for being too late.
Clearly, he had interrupted something but neither Brennan, nor Booth, replied. They just followed Sweets into his office and tried to talk as little as possible during the hour that followed.
The rest of the day was almost unbearable for them both and they felt relief when the case they were currently working on was closed later that same day. Brennan was cursing herself for asking him that stupid question but she hoped that a few days apart would make them forget it ever happened. Booth, however, could not stand the awkwardness between them. He concluded that he needed to smooth things over. The only problem was he didn't know how. Maybe he should just lie and tell her that he overreacted and that he has no plans on getting his way with her. He was too afraid of what would happen if he didn't. He found her sitting at her desk.
"Bones, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Booth, I don't know if we…" Again they were interrupted. This time by a knock on the doorframe.
"Sully!" She sounded more surprised than happy. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sail the seven seas forever, now could I? Hey man." The last part was directed at Booth. They shook hands. Booth tried to paste on a look of delightfulness at the sight of his old colleague, but he couldn't hide the fact that he felt nothing but apprehension. Luckily (or unfortunately), neither Brennan nor Sully were looking at him. They were looking at each other.
"It's great to see you." She rose from her chair and walked over to him, giving him a quick hug.
"I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to have dinner with me. Catch up." Sully looked at her nervously. Standing there, Booth felt like he might as well not even be in the room.
"Yes, of course. I would love to." She smiled. A little too much for Booth's liking. She turned her attention to Booth. "Maybe we can talk some other time?" Was that a look of guilt he saw in her eyes? He couldn't be sure.
It's not like he had a choice. If he did, he would have told her no, he wanted to talk now. But instead he replied "Sure, some other time." Even so, he knew they wouldn't. She had been too relieved by Sully's sudden reappearance and interruption. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to pretend. That much was unmistakably clear to him now.
"See you tomorrow then." She said, leaving him there, watching them, Sully's arm around her waist. He took hold of the door handle, squeezing it, making his knuckles turn white. Damn it. Seeley Booth, usually a man of action, just stood there, not able to move, squeezing that door handle.
