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She stood outside his door. Her heart was beating faster than she liked, to the point where she felt like turning around and walking away could be a relaxing alternative. She pushed the thought aside and knocked hoping that he would answer quickly.

The handle turned and the door opened. Booth stood on the other side and smiled at her. She was immediately comforted by his appearance and the smell of his cologne that she had grown accustomed to and the fact that he had also dressed for the occasion, a green sweater and a pair of dark dress jeans made her inwardly long to be wrapped in his arms.

She had chosen the subtle professional vixen outfit that Angela had picked out consisting of a dark purple shirt with a deep V neck and a pair of black dress pants with high heeled black leather boots. She hoped that she didn't look to brazen, but he didn't seem to notice. Booth stepped back, allowing her enough room to step inside. She shrugged off her coat and handed it to him and he hung it up in the hall closet.

"Do you want something to drink? I have beer and wine…"

"Wine would be great." She answered.

Booth smiled and went into the kitchen. Brennan sat down on his couch and placed her purse on the coffee table in front of her. A moment later Booth came back into the living room and handed her a glass of wine, himself drinking a beer. He sat down next to her and they remained silent for a few minutes.

Finally, Booth spoke up, "So…" he said.

Brennan turned her body toward him and fiddled with her wine glass. She took a breath and tried to find appropriate words, "You're an idiot." She said.

Booth's eyes widened, "Excuse me?"

"Yes!" she said standing up and walking around in front of him. She began pacing, "You're an idiot, Booth!"

"Uh… care to explain why?" he said. He wasn't angry at her for saying it, just taken aback by the manner in which this conversation was beginning.

"For a people person, you are pretty awful at reading me!" she said, making erratic hand gestures.

Booth laughed slightly at her display, "Tell me what I missed, Bones."

She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, "If you are in love with me, why didn't you tell me?" she asked straightforwardly.

Booth tensed up and looked at her, "I…" he stuttered, "uh…"

"You think I don't want you, don't you?" She could see in his eyes that she was right, "Well, you're an idiot." She said, starting her pacing again, "You are the kind of person that everyone wants in their life, Booth. Why do you think I've stuck around with you so long? I spend more time with you than anyone I know; more time than I have with anyone in my life, ever. You're a great friend, a great father; you are… the closest thing to the perfect man; and you… are certainly my ideal." She stopped pacing again and then crossed her arms over her chest, defensively, "So, yes. You are an idiot."

Booth slumped back on the couch and looked at her. He was taken aback by her argument and flattered by the lovely things she said about him in a fit of… anger? Not to mention she called him 'her' perfect man. It was quite a feat for Temperance Brennan to call anything perfect, because scientifically, nothing is, especially humans. He didn't know what to say to her and he certainly didn't know where this left them in their relationship. They certainly weren't merely friends anymore and he didn't know if that meant that they were dating, a couple or something in between. Finally he looked up at her and came out with the only thing that seemed appropriate at the time, "I am… beyond in love with you."

Temperance smiled and her arms dropped to her sides. She began walking toward him and he stood up and met her half way and they hugged. She buried her head into the crook of his neck and softly against his skin she replied, "I love you too."