AN: Again I don't know whats up with the short chapters, but hey they just turn out like that. And again I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I was focusing so much on Getting In Touch. I promise I'll try to distribute writing a little better, but until then, I try. So here is another one.

This story includes the phrase Adversus Solem Ne Loquitor which means Don't speak against the sun


Angela handed Brennan a picture, depicting Booth and Brennan standing next to each other, smiling on the platform.

"I remember that day," Brennan said with a chuckle, as she shifted forward on the couch in her office "You wanted me and Booth to kiss."

"And you blushed crimson red," Angela said proudly.

"Really?" Brennan asked surprised, her cheeks flaring.

Angela chuckled "Yup, kinda like now."

Brennan touched her fingers to her cheeks and smiled "Probably because I really wanted too," she said quietly.

"Then why didn't you?" Angela asked "You could have rationalized that it benefited me because it was artistic practice. I was an amateur photographer when I took this."

Brennan looked up "Huh," she said "That would be an easy way for me to rationalize it along with getting some of the release we needed."

Angela chuckled "If I could go back in time I would have given you that idea."

"Time travel is impossible Angela," Brennan said matter-of-factly.

"It's hypothetical sweetie," Angela said obviously.

"Oh…" Brennan said, nodding in understanding.

"Would you tell yourself anything if you could go back in time?" Angela asked.

"Hypothetically?" Brennan asked.

Angela nodded with a smile "Yes, hypothetically."

"I would probably say…'adversus solem ne loquitor'," Brennan said, with a grin.

Angela smiled "Ok, so what does that mean?" she asked.

"It means 'Don't speak against the sun'," Brennan said.

"Don't argue the obvious," Angela said with a slow nod.

"Precisely," Brennan said, handing the photograph back to Angela.

"Keep it," Angela said, pushing it back towards her friend.

Brennan smiled and stood, placing the photo on her desk. "We should get back to work," she said, shrugging her Jeffersonian lab coat onto her shoulders.

"What are we talking about?" Booth asked, leaning into Brennan's office.

"We're talking about a very important lesson, Booth," Angela said, slapping his shoulder lightly before heading out towards her office.

Booth looked back at her with a raised eye brow "What lesson?" Booth asked.

Brennan smiled and walked up to him, wrapping her fingers around the lapels of his coat and leaning up to kiss him tenderly. "To not speak against the sun," Brennan said quietly before slipping past him and heading towards the platform, a devious smile lighting up her face as she pictured Booth turning to look at her with a confused look.