She hadn't ever been much of a romantic. Hell, she couldn't even write a convincing sex scene for her books. But something in the back of her mind said that standing in the middle of a room filled with mummies and Egyptian artifacts didn't exactly scream romance.

Brennan wasn't sure why she was having these thoughts right now, since the situation she was in wasn't even remotely romantic. She and Booth were just discussing the case. That's it. And even she knew that murder wasn't romantic.

So why was she thinking about romance?

Was it the fact that she hadn't had sex in a while and Booth was very pleasing to the eyes with his symmetrical proportions, widened shoulder structure, and strong jaw line? No, she would be feeling lustful if that was the case. She wouldn't be feeling like some school girl with a crush.

Brennan wasn't sure why she felt like this, but she didn't think she liked it. It was a very unpleasant feeling not knowing what to do and how to act.

In order to distract herself from these confusing thoughts, she said, "I have to speak. I hate these things."

Booth gave her a confused look. "What are you talking about, Bones? You're great at these things." He took a step closer, making her stomach feel funny. "Listen, you changed history. How many people can say that?"

She took a step closer to him as well. "You can. Every arrest you make changes history. You make the world safer."

"With your help." He paused and took yet another step. "So, Andrew... I thought you were going to take him to this thing. That's what he told me."

"I was, yes, but... You and I, this was our case and I guess...what goes on between us, that should just be ours." She smiled at him, deciding that the weird feeling in her stomach felt like rhopalocera flying around inside it, even though that was completely impossible. "Isn't that what you said?"

"Yeah," Booth replied, smirking at her.

By now they were standing toe-to-toe and the moment felt very intimate. Brennan was mentally creating scenarios of what could happen next when she heard footsteps and laughter in the distances.

"Come on, you two. The Ambassador is about to speak," Angela called at them.

Brennan glanced at the stairs as the footsteps retreated and she and Booth were left alone again. She made eye contact with him and she felt something very strange in her chest. And the longer she looked in his eyes, the more intense the feeling got.

In an attempt to escape the feeling, she glanced down to his tie and hoping to escape his gaze, she reached for it and pretended to fix it.

Then he was brushing her hair behind her ear and she could have sworn her heart stopped. Obviously it didn't because she was still alive, but that was the only way she could explain this experience.

"Thanks," Booth said.

She smiled at him, not trusting her voice.

He smiled back and they walked out of the room to the party, together like always.