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This would not leave my mind after iamladyliberty's suggestion for a jealous Brennan. Enjoy!

Denial

"Sweetie, you are in denial," Angela smiled sympathetically. "Just admit it, go tell him, and reap the benefits of what will surely be truly spectacular sex."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Angela." Brennan calmly closed her laptop. "It's late, I'm going home."

"You're seriously telling me you don't care if he goes on that date tonight?"

"I don't care." But she couldn't quite meet Angela's eyes. "He's perfectly free to do whatever he wants."

"And whoever he wants, right?" Angela taunted and she knew she hit the mark when she saw Brennan's blue eyes flash.

"We are just partners," she said, but there was a violent edge to her voice Angela had never heard before. "Clearly he thinks so too since he's going out with some woman tonight."

"Oh, Brennan, I was there," Angela said softly. "You practically challenged him to go on that date."

"I'm going home," she repeated, gathering her stuff and walking out.

"Bren," Angela called out gently. "I know men and I guarantee you, he snapped today when you told him you didn't care."

"Good night, Ange."

Brennan didn't want to hear anymore, all she wanted was to go home and put this god-awful day behind her. But once she got home, she couldn't think of anything else other than her partner and what he was doing right now.

She laughed humorlessly. God, Angela was right, she was in denial. Refusing to admit she wanted him, refusing to admit there wasn't anything just partners about the way she felt about him, refusing to admit that it was driving her absolutely nuts to think about him with someone else tonight.

Temperance Brennan did not do anything without thinking it through, but she drove to his apartment without giving herself a chance to even think about it. She knocked but she knew he wasn't home because it was too early for the date to be over yet. So she used her key and let herself in. Turning on one dim light next to the couch, she sat and waited for him.

She tensed when she heard the metallic chime of keys outside the door; if he wasn't alone she might actually punch him. But he was; the dark outline at the door identifying only one figure. She saw him close the door behind him and felt almost predatory. He was hers in ways she couldn't even define and she couldn't deny it anymore.

All right, maybe Angela was right; she had challenged him today with her indifference and he had risen to the challenge. But now he was going to have to deal with the consequences, because if she couldn't be in denial, then neither could he.

Rising from the couch, Brennan moved in his direction, her voice a dangerous whisper when she asked, "Did you have a good time tonight, Booth?"