Disclaimer: Don't own Bones

Since I have a particular soft spot for B/B's reactions during their sessions. Inspired by one of jmbatt's comment :)

Oblivious

"No way in hell, Bones!" Booth yelled, now nearly nose to nose with his partner.

"You are simply not being rational, Booth." Her own tone was calm and composed. "You are letting your objectivity be compromised … "

"No!" He interrupted furiously and god, the calmer she stayed, the more agitated he became. "I don't want to hear it."

Dr. Sweets wondered at what point exactly he'd lost control of this session and simply started to fade into the background. He knew by now that for the most part they were oblivious to anything but each other, especially during an argument. But usually, he had a pretty good idea at around what point he became irrelevant.

This argument, however, had escalated so quickly out of control, he was feeling slightly dazed at the manner in which they so quickly relegated him to the background.

"Guys," he repeated for the third time, but he was summarily ignored just as he had been the previous two. And despite himself, he was fascinated by what was unfolding right in front of his eyes.

Because he'd never seen them quite like this. They were standing so close it was almost indecent and despite Dr. Brennan's cool rationality, the passion could practically be tasted in the air.

How did they not realize? How could they be so oblivious?

"Booth, you know Cullen will agree that it's a good idea, " Brennan explained calmly. "I fit the profile and I can take care of myself."

"Cullen most certainly will not," Booth hissed. "You are not an FBI agent, Bones and you are the only forensic anthropologist around, he would never risk you."

"Fine," Brennan admitted ungraciously because she knew he was right. Cullen would never listen, especially not coming from her. "But you know he might consider it if you talk to …"

"Hell will freeze over first," he growled, and the calm manner in which she considered risking her life made him grip her shoulders so he could have her full attention. "You are not doing this, no fucking way." She could tell by the hard tone of his voice that no argument would be persuasive or rational enough to make him change his mind.

"I don't want someone else to die." The fight had gone out of her and her voice was suddenly hollow.

"I know." Booth's own fury left him at the troubled look in her eyes and he moved one hand up, unconsciously stroking her cheek in comfort. "I know," he repeated. "We'll get him, Bones. You've been able to tell us more from a piece of bone than an eyewitness could from a first-hand account." As he spoke, he subconsciously leaned even closer to her; one hand still stroking her face, while the other moved from her shoulder to cup the back of her neck.

Captivated by what was taking place right in the middle of his office, only one thought occurred to Sweets.

Wow, were they really going to kiss right in front of him?