AN: Here you go, another update. Exactly one week from right now we get to finally see a new episode! Oh, and think sarcasm in this chapter.

Irritable

"And don't follow me!" With that Temperance flung the bedroom door shut behind her and stomped over to the dresser.

"Bones, c'mon. I'm sorry, okay?" Booth tried to open the door to follow her into the bedroom, despite her very adamant request that he not follow her, but found that she had also locked the door. Brennan heard him attempt to twist the knob and actually allowed herself a smile.

But her smile did not hold for long. She could not believe Booth. He was just so….Booth. And it was pissing her off.

From the moment he came to the lab to pick her up she had been ready to wring his neck. She was trying to get in some extra hours in and finish up some reports on bodies from bone storage when he came sauntering in the lab.

He walked in like he owned the place. It was her place. NOT his. As he walked through to her office he smiled at and made small talk with all of the techs he saw on his way. Did he have to flirt with the entire room every time he went somewhere? He was so perfect and charming that it was nauseating, and she did not need another reason to be nauseous.

Then he just walks right into her office and tells her it's time to leave. Now, she had been tolerant of him entering her office and demanding that she go to a crime scene. Most of the time she wanted to get there quickly anyway so that the inept crime scene techs did not compromise the remains. Although she had broken most of them in over the years, she couldn't risk a new person destroying evidence.

But no, this evening he walked in and demanded that they leave to go home. Well, maybe demanded is a little strong. She tried to explain that she had a lot of work to get done and that she planned on staying another hour or so but he had the nerve to cut her off and insist that they leave immediately.

Dr. Temperance Brennan, world-renowned forensic anthropologist, best-selling author, and independent woman was not told when to leave work. She was not told when to do anything. She was not even told what to do.

And when she heard the clap of his hands and "chop, chop" she felt like she was going to explode. Brennan was not an emotional person. She did not know how to explain them to herself, let alone others. But she could identify this emotion. She was angry and he was going to pay.

There were so many things she wanted to yell and scream at that moment but she just couldn't find the words or way to express it. So she turned her back to him and ignored him. It seemed to be the most prudent way to deal with the situation. She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want to say something she would regret. And there was some sort of satisfaction with remaining silent to punish him.

"Bones!" Booth shouted through the door. "C'mon at least talk to me. What's wrong?"

"If you don't know what's wrong, what have you been apologizing for? Go away!"

She couldn't believe him. The only reason the silent treatment at the office lasted just 20 minutes is because her empty stomach began releasing sounds due to peristalsis.

For that reason and that reason only did she agree to leave the office and go home. She was also a little tired and achy and had been looking forward to a night in with Booth. But, no. She was mad and the only reason she was leaving the lab was due to hunger. She might even go back.

She huffed and stood up from her desk gathering her things. Seeing that Booth had sprawled out on her couch while he was waiting for her she stomped over, pushed his feet off the coffee table and onto the floor as she turned, grabbed her coat and headed for the parking garage whether he was behind her or not.

He must have caught up to her because by the time she had reached the SUV he was right at her side opening the door for her and taking her bag to put it in the back. Like she couldn't do that herself.

And then, when she got in the car, the seat had been readjusted and hit her wrong and the radio station was set to some sports game instead of NPR. How dare he change things. He was the one who told her that the passenger was in charge of the radio!

By the time they got back to the apartment she was ready to jump out of the car. Just sitting in the car was making her skin walk or run or whatever.

As if she hadn't sent him enough hints to just be quiet and leave her alone, her had the gall to ask her what she wanted him to make for dinner. If he had to ask, maybe he didn't know her at all.

She had stomped into the bedroom and was here now holed up avoiding him. This apartment was just not big enough for the both of them. It was times like these that she regretted giving up her old apartment! Why did she agree to live with him anyway?

Just as she was thinking this, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The anger melted into sadness as she remembered what it felt like to live alone. Remembered what it felt like to not be the one living with Booth. And just as the anger had come at her out of nowhere, it disappeared.

She had been completely irrational. How could she think any of those things about Booth. His charm and ease with people was something she admired. He was always so caring, making sure that she ate and got home at a reasonable hour. I mean, the man offered to cook her dinner, anything she wanted, which was most assuredly something he would not want.

She quickly finished changing into sweat pants and unlocked the bedroom door. Seeing that Booth had given up waiting for her in the hallway didn't anger her like it would have 10 minutes ago. It was just another thing to feel sad and guilty about.

By the time she had found Booth in the kitchen she had big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. He was bent over in front of the refrigerator pulling things out of drawers, trying to find something to make for dinner that would please them both. As she got closer she heard him humming along with the radio, acting like nothing was wrong. The poor man was always so strong, hiding his feelings in an effort to make her feel better.

Booth turned around and saw that Brennan had emerged from the bedroom sporting a whole new emotion. He had learned in past relationships with women to just walk away when the hormone horror show started. Although this was proving to be a long pregnancy already, he thanked his lucky stars that Bones did not turn into an emotional rollercoaster every month like Rebecca had.

Without a word he did the only thing that he could when the mood shifted from angry to sad. He gathered her in his arms and rubbed her back. If he was lucky there should be one more emotional shift.

For the first time since she saw him that afternoon Temperance truly realized how lucky she was and how in love with Booth she was. Thinking her stomach could wait she pulled back from the hug and launched herself at Booth, devouring his mouth with hers.

Booth smiled as he recognized the lusty mood. He embraced her and led her back towards the bedroom. Just as they reached the bedroom door Booth knew he had to do one more thing to ward off a hormonal regression. He told her he would meet her in the bedroom as he ran back to the kitchen. Grabbing anything he could find that would be easy to eat in bed he jogged back to the bedroom to have dinner and dessert with his girlfriend.