December 10th: BlindAssassin chose the word "divergent" and added an additional request for a setting of Season 2 if I would be so kind. Which I am. Lucky girl! So here is a Priest in the Churchyard tag for your reading pleasure, my dear.

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"Where is a guy, a normal guy, who believes in intuition and the soul, and good and evil…"

"And God."

"Yes and God too. Where's a guy who doesn't believe in all this arithmetic supposed to stand?"

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"Observation isn't just seeing, Dr. Wyatt. It's experiencing. Ideally I'd prefer being inside Booth's head, you know, seeing and feeling things the way he does. Then maybe I'd understand."

"Be one with him."

"In a scientific sense."

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Booth picked up Brennan at the diner, ready to get to work on compiling their notes from the case.

"Hey, did Angela get her answers?" He asked with a smile as Brennan hopped into the SUV.

"She and Hodgins will not be moving in together. Dr. Wyatt is…very good." She said reluctantly.

"Yeah, after all, he resolved our issues." Booth pointed out.

"Mmhm." Brennan nodded and the pair fell silent as Booth drove them to the lab. There was something in her answer that tugged at the back of his mind but he knew that they had finally made up and he wasn't about to start analyzing again. It had caused too much drama the last time.

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"Okay," Booth said, finally shifting on the couch and dropping his files. "Caroline can read over all of this but it looks strong to me, especially with the confession." He added as Brennan had a far off look in her eye. "Bones?"

"Hmm?" She asked, coming back to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked. It wasn't like her to daydream.

"Yes. I'm fine." She said half-heartedly. That little voice in Booth's head told him he couldn't let it go so he stared at her, trying to read her mind. "You can try and read me all you want but I'm not going to change my answer." He stared again, knowing he at least had her uncomfortable before he leaned in, elbows on his knees and focused relentless attention directly on her. Finally, she stood up in a huff and Booth smiled, inwardly knowing he had won.

"What's wrong, Bones?" He asked again. She paused and looked over at him, arms crossed. Defensive, Booth noted, stealing Dr. Wyatt's observation from earlier that week.

"Did you really think that it was your fault that I didn't leave with Sully?" Her voice was confident but her face showed all of her insecurities with the question. Booth leaned back against the couch.

"Yeah, I mean, I wondered if maybe...our partnership, well, our work," he corrected to save face "was the reason you stayed behind." He admitted.

"Our work?" She clarified as if she were looking for another answer.

"Yeah, you know, what we do. I didn't want it to get in the way of your happiness if leaving was what you really wanted." Booth said. "Why?"

"Dr. Wyatt said that too." She looked as if she didn't quite believe the diagnosis. "He said I couldn't live a purposeless life. I needed this work." Booth let her work it out for herself as he watched her pace. "But he also said…." Booth sat up straighter on the couch.

"What did he say?" He asked. Brennan glanced back at him.

"He said that I wanted to 'be one' with you in the interrogation room" she frowned at the phrase, "learn how to see and feel like you do so that I could do it on my own, without you." She added quietly.

"Oh." Booth said, suddenly feeling replaceable.

"And I am envious of your skills." She said as she sat down on the couch next to him again. "I don't know how you do it and that…that drives me crazy." She freely confessed. "But I've never come across any sort of talent that I couldn't learn without studying and certainly, if I wanted to dedicate my time to learning it, I could at least make progress on my own."

"I actually believe you could." Booth smiled. If anyone could learn how to have intuition, it was probably her.

"Our divergent talents aside, I said that I wanted to know what went on in your head. I wanted to know what you specifically were seeing and feeling." She stated. "And that got me thinking, why you, you know? What was it about you that made me want to be inside your head?" Booth was interested in the answer to this question as well.

"Did you come up with an answer?" He found himself asking.

"You see the world in a unique way, Booth. Especially… in regards to me." She added reluctantly and Booth tilted his head, trying to see where she was going with this. "When everyone else looks at me, they see the cold scientist or the anti-social author, but when you look at me, you make me feel like maybe you actually see me." Booth felt his heart swell at the simple idea and he reached out for her hand instinctively.

"I do see you." He reassured her.

"How?" She asked. He shrugged, unable to answer her. "No one has ever seen me before. Only you can just waltz through all the barriers as if they never even existed or sit down for a drink like you own the place." Booth chuckled. "It makes me feel exposed but also more…normal?" She sighed, trying to find the words she wanted. "And I think the reason I want to know how you see things is so that I can understand how you see, and what you feel, about me." She said. "I would like to be able to see myself through your eyes."

"Oh Bones…" He said as he touched her face. "I see only good things." He promised. "And hey, you're the only person who has ever seen the real me too so that street? It goes both ways." She looked surprised.

"It does?"

"Oh yeah. Most people, they can be distracted by a charm smile or a compliment, not you. You see right through it and you read me like a book." He informed her. "It's disconcerting, actually, considering how bad you are at reading everyone else." He mused.

"You're different." She told him.

"So are you." He said. The moment enveloped them quietly, like smoke filtering under the door jam and neither one noticed until the room was hot and cloudy, making it hard to breathe.

"Booth?" She said quietly, wanting his attention despite the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her. "I think…I think I stayed for you." She finally confessed, her pulse pounding through the pale skin of her wrist still resting in Booth's hand.

"I really wanted you to." He shared, never breaking their gaze. Her hand came up and found his neck as she pulled him forward and kissed him. Booth's mouth opened of its own free will, welcoming her gladly as he deepened the kiss. When breathing became an unsolicited necessity, Booth finally pulled away. Brennan's eyes were still closed and her lips were swollen and pink and God, he wanted nothing else than to taste her forever.

"I don't…" She said, trying to put a sentence together. Booth watched the wheels spinning wildly in her head. "I know what's at stake here." She murmured. "And I still don't want you to stop." Booth felt his erection grow harder at her words and he closed his eyes.

"Bones…"

"Tell me." She begged. "Show me how you feel. What do you see?" She asked him, her blue eyes tearing him apart at the seams.

He could not deny her.

"Oh baby, I see the bluest eyes I have ever known." He mumbled against her lips as she fell back onto the couch, willing him to slide over top of her. "I feel...mmm, there are no words." He argued as he kissed her neck. "The silkiest, creamiest skin I could ever imagine touching my lips. I want to devour you right here on this couch." He confessed.

"Yes." Brennan cried, her hands clutching the back of his shirt. "Do it. Please."

"Oh God, I want to." He said, something holding him back. He tried to focus on what was missing. "But I don't have any…" She shook her head, reading his mind.

"The pill." She informed him before kissing him hungrily. "Please, Booth. I need you now." She whimpered. He couldn't process how quickly the world was spinning out from underneath him but he didn't care. His hands moved on auto-pilot, working to undress her as his lips demanded a taste of each piece of flesh he revealed. Somehow they managed to undress each other while mostly staying horizontal on her couch.

"God, Bones, you're so gorgeous." He praised as he kissed her. "Absolutely stunning." She wrapped one of her elongated legs around his waist, leaving her luscious curves directly under his hand and he guided her towards him, pausing. He had to know, had to hear her say it. "There's no going back after this, Bones. I mean if you aren't okay with that, just say the words and we'll pretend like this never happened."

"I ran away, three years ago." She reminded him. "I wasn't ready for this then but I think I'm ready now." She confessed. Booth's heart overflowed as he bit back the word she was looking for: love. This was love, he wanted to tell her but he didn't know if it was, at least not for her. He couldn't feel it for her or be inside her brain, but he could show her how he felt, just like she'd requested. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before gliding his way into her.

And then he was in heaven.

"Bones…" he murmured, unable to form a coherent thought as he began stroking her perfect sleek, wet walls. "Oh, god. You're perfect…"

"Mmm, Booth…" She murmured, her voice dripping with the ecstasy he was stirring inside her and he knew he'd never hear his last name the same way again.

"Tell me what you want." He begged, wanting to make this just as good for her as it was for him.

"You." She replied. "Just you." Her nails bit into his shoulder as her hips rocked off the couch with every thrust. He moved faster, driven by her words, and she came biting her lip, stifling her screams into quiet moans that reverberated down their bodies and sent him spiraling through his orgasm.

He collapsed on her chest and she kissed his temple, brushing his hair back as she peppered him with kisses. He looked up at her again, a slow, sleepy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth at her actions.

"Hi." She whispered, looking damn near shy.

"Hi." He murmured as he placed a kiss on the hollow of her throat. She let her head hang back, relishing in the sensation before sighing.

"We need to get dressed."

"Mm, so soon? I just got you naked." Booth grinned.

"I have glass windows." She reminded him. "And security guards." He started laughing, completely forgetting about that little detail. He kissed her shoulder as he reached over her to pick up their clothes off the floor.

"Wait…" He said as he held her shirt out of her reach. She looked at him, clearly not in the mood for games. "One more." He demanded as he leaned in and kissed her long and slow, ensuring that her toes were curling before breaking away. "There. Now it's yours." He said as he handed her clothes back to her. She took them on auto-pilot before coming to her senses.

"Get dressed." She commanded. "I want to get you home so we can try this experiment on an actual bed." He could only imagine…

"And in the shower?" He requested with a smile, dressing quickly.

"Mmm and the kitchen table." She purred, sounding like the pure personification of sex. He raised an eyebrow at the fantasy she must have already concocted before tonight.

"I'll drive." He said as he grabbed his keys. They both paused as they were both struck with the idea at the same time.

"The car." They agreed in unison as they headed out the door.