The two noticed that there was only a fraction of an inch between their faces, and before either of them could think about the consequences, that fraction of an inch was gone. The two began to kiss passionately, feeding the unsatisfaction that the two had been trying to ignore for years.

Booth and Brennan both quickly pulled away from each other at the eruption of cheering by the other FBI agents, both turning extremely red.

"Glass wall. I forgot…" Booth answered awkwardly. The two quickly tried to straighten up their appearance, not that it would do much. A majority of the FBI already knew what had just transpired in Booth's office, and the rest would find out shortly.

"Booth, we shouldn't have done that."

"I know, Bones. Well, at least not here," he added the last part with a grin. Brennan couldn't help but smile, too. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed the kiss immensely. The grin also relaxed Booth; he was afraid that she would run away from him. It wasn't a secret Bones tried to keep most people at a distance; and though Booth had crossed most of her defense line a long time ago, he was afraid that he would have come too close, nonetheless.

"I believe I received the answer I came for. Plus, I should probably go back to the lab; Cam thought I was just returning Abe to his motel and going back to the lab." Booth stiffened at his father's new name.

"Did he tell you he was going to leave tomorrow? Something about feeling in the way." Brennan's face dropped a little. She enjoyed seeing Abe, but understood why he might feel unwelcomed in Washington now. Booth noticed his partner's face drop. "Hey, Bones," he placed a hand tenderly on her shoulder, "he's trying to stay out your way. You could tell him you want him to stay. He'd do about anything for you."

"I think you might be exaggerating, Booth. He's as willing to go as far for me as you are."

"Bones, you're only proving my point for me." She couldn't help but smile. Whenever a man had said they would do anything for her before she would have found something she would eventually ask them to disprove their point. But with Booth, she knew he would do anything she asked. Plus, she really didn't want to disprove him.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable either, though."

"As long as I'm around you, I won't," he said, using his charming smile.

"You're filled of it," Brennan said, with a smile dancing on her lips.

"Full of it. I'm full of it," he corrected, the smile never leaving his face.

"Same thing," she shrugged.

After several moments of smiling out of pure joy and staring with wanting eyes, Booth stated, "Do you want me to talk to him?" Brennan's loving expression turned into one of shock. As much as she wanted them to make up, she thought that after today's argument, Booth would have avoided his father like the plague.

"Booth, last time you talked to Abe you stormed out of my office and told me that everything was fine- and it wasn't."

"It turned out okay, didn't it?" Booth then gently placed a chaste kiss on her lips, which quickly turned into a smile on both faces.

"Better that okay," she replied, placing kiss on his lips in return. It seemed that now they had opened up to the romantic relationship between them, they could not stop. "But not between you and Abe."

"Yeah, okay I messed up," he admitted. "But I'll talk to him if you want me to."

"No, I can. Plus you have paperwork to do. Right?" Brennan asked, trying to find out if he had actually lied as Abe had suspected. Booth looked at his desk where he had their past two cases open trying to write a report for at least one of them. He really hated paperwork.

"Yeah, but, I really hate paperwork."

"It needs to be done though, Booth. Otherwise, it is not possible to convict the killers, and I know you enjoy that part of your work."

"I know," he sighed. "Doesn't mean I like the paper work though. I mean, you can't honestly say that you like every part of your job."

"Yes, I can, because I do." Booth just stared at his partner. Was she serious? Of course she was; she's Bones."Well, except one."

"What?" he quickly racked his brain for any part of her job that she complained about; of course, he couldn't think of any- except breaking bad news to people and working on kids.

"You."

"Huh? You're joking, right?" He sounded insecure, a very rare sound for his voice to hold. Had he just imagined them kissing?

"In a way," she answered. She then walked out of his office, leaving a stunned Booth standing in his office with his jaw hanging open. He wondered, What did she mean by that?

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