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Sullenly standing next to the elevator, Booth asked his friend, "So you need a ride to the Hoover?"

Shaking his head, Sully declined, "Nah, my car is in visitor's parking."

The elevator arriving, Booth waited for Sully to enter the car, entered the elevator himself and then pushed the first floor button, "I'm parked there too." Glancing at Sully then at the elevator buttons, Booth asked him, "How about going to get a drink with me this evening. I can meet you at the Founding Fathers after 6."

Happy to be back in D.C., Sully replied, "Yeah, I'd like that thanks."

Clearing his throat, Booth continued to ask his questions, "So you got that Bones and I are together, right?"

Amused, Sully patted Booth on the shoulder, "Yeah, you don't have to beat me on the head with a stick. I get it. It was stupid to think she probably hadn't found someone by now, but you know, I just wanted to know if there was still a chance. Now I know she isn't available, so don't get your hackles up, I have no intention of trying to start back up with Tempe again."

Confident, Booth informed him, "Oh I'm not worried . . . not in the least. Bones has the one she wants."

Sully studied his friends face and grinned, "Before you showed up, Temperance was telling me that you two had been together for over three months now. She's really proud of you, you know. She was bragging about your solve rate and promotion. Funny, when you came into her office just now, I saw that look on your face and I thought, shit, he's going to kill me."

A little embarrased, Booth shrugged his shoulders, "I wasn't planning on hurting you, you idiot. When Cam told me you were talking to Bones I just wanted to explain how things are between Bones and me. Everyone seems to think I can't control my temper. I'm not like that at all."

Rolling his eyes, Sully watched the elevator doors open, "I'll meet you at the Founding Fathers tonight."

Irritated that he was so misunderstood, Booth followed him out of the elevator and marched over towards his truck, "Yeah." Already dismissing Sully from his mind.

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Booth was on the phone with the Deputy Director when Brennan arrived in his office. Smiling, Booth finished his phone call and then stood up. Walking around his desk, Booth leaned over and kissed her, "What brings you here? D'ya miss me?"

Reaching into her purse, Brennan pulled out a file and handed it to Booth. Taking the folder, Booth moved back around his desk and sat down. Opening the folder, Booth found the Parnell report, "Uh, thanks, Bones. I could have come and got it or you could have waited and brought it home with you tonight."

Her purse now on the floor, Brennan sat down, "You said you wanted the Parnell report. Since it seemed important enough to come over to the Jeffersonian this morning to get it . . . well, I felt that I should bring it over as soon as I possible."

Not sure if she was on to him, Booth used his charm smile, "Thanks, Bones. That was very considerate of you."

Folding her arms across her breasts, Brennan asked him, "Why did you really come over this morning? Did someone call you and tell you that Sully was there, in my office?"

Caught, Booth glanced at the folder on his desk and then at Brennan, "Okay . . . yeah, someone called me and told me you were talking to some guy and I thought it might be Russ, so I decided to come over and see him. I didn't find out it was Sully until I got there. I just . . . uh . . . wanted to say hi to Russ and since I needed the report, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone."

Shaking her head, Brennan responded, "I'm not completely clueless, Booth. You were worried about the fact that I was talking to Sully."

His tongue now poking his cheeks, Booth thought furiously, "No, I wasn't worried, Bones. You got that all wrong. Why would I be worried? We're a monogamous committed couple, so I don't have anything to worry about. I really wanted the Parnell report."

Studying Booth's face, Brennan asked him, "Really?"

His charm smile now at full wattage, Booth leaned forward and places his hands on his desk, "Really."

Staring into his warm chocolate eyes, Brennan remarked, "Hodgins seemed to think you really didn't want the report and that you had an ulterior motive. Also Cam remarked as she was leaving my office that it had gone better than she thought it would. She wouldn't explain and neither would Hodgins. Perhaps you could explain it to me."

Annoyed that Brennan wouldn't let it go, Booth stared into her cool blue eyes, "Look how would I know what those two were talking about? I heard you were talking to some guy and I thought it might be Russ. I needed the Parnell report and I thought I'd swing by since I was in the area and say hi and pick up the report. That's all that's to this, okay?"

"Who told you I was talking to some guy?"

Clasping his hands together, Booth exclaimed, "Bones, give me a break! What do you want from me? Do you want me to admit that I heard some strange guy was there talking to you and I got worried? Well, have it your way. I was worried and I went over there to make sure that I knew who the guy was and then I heard it was Sully and I wanted him to make sure he knew that we're a couple. I didn't think you'd bother to mention it and I thought someone should. Happy?"

A litttle hurt, Brennan asked very quietly, "Don't you trust me?"

Surprised at the question, Booth adamantly shook his head, "Of course I trust you Bones. That's not it at all. I . . . just didn't trust Sully. I didn't want him making a fool of himself trying to reconnect with you when you're really with me, that's all. This has nothing to do with me not trusting you. Of course I trust you. Jesus!"

Her purse now in her hands, Brennan stood up. "I'll see you tonight."

Standing, Booth walked around his desk and over to where Brennan was standing. "Bones, look, I trust you. Come on . . . Look, I'm meeting Sully after 6 tonight at the Founding Fathers. Why don't you join us? We're going to have a drink and talk over old times."

Not sure she believed him, Brennan shook her head and declined, "I have some work I must complete tonight. I'll be home late."

Afraid that she was angry with him, Booth leaned over and kissed her, "Sure. I'll see you when you get home."

Staring at Booth's picture of Robert F. Kennedy, Brennan informed him, "Maybe I'll stay at my apartment tonight. I don't want to wake you up when I come home."

Worried that she was angrier than he'd thought, Booth tried to smile, "Sure, if that's what you want to do." Watching her leave his office, Booth shook his head.

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That evening, Booth was sitting in the Founding Fathers tossing back drinks. Puzzled, Sully asked him, "Are you trying to get loaded?"

Despondent, Booth stared at his drink, drank it quickly and snarled, "Yes."

Concerned for his friend, Sully watched Booth order another drink, "Why? What the hell is going on?"

Chuckling without mirth, Booth responded, "Because I don't know when to mind my own fucking business and now Bones is pissed at me. That's why."

Puzzled, Sully shook his head, "You two fight all of the time. I'd think something was wrong if you two didn't fight."

Shaking his head, Booth responded, "That's where you're wrong. We don't fight. We bicker and that is not fighting."

Snickering, Sully replied, "You could have fooled me."

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Lying on his couch, Booth was idly flipping through channels when he heard the apartment door open. Tense, Booth saw Brennan walk into the living room. Surprised, he asked her, "Bones, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay at your apartment tonight?"

Puzzled, Brennan stared at him and asked him, "Why are you still awake? It's 01:36."

Tossing his remote on the coffee table, Booth sat up, "I wasn't sleepy."

Curious, Brennan moved towards the couch, placed her purse and lap top on the coffee table and sat down next to Booth. "What time did you get home?"

Staring at the TV, Booth reached over, grabbed the remote and muted the sound on the TV. "I got home around seven. Sully and I had a few and then he drove me home. Well, I had a few and he had one and then he drove me home. I did go to bed, but after a couple of hours I decided to get up and watch TV."

Taking the remote from Booth's hand, Brennan turned the TV off. "I was in bed for about thirty minutes when I discovered something very interesting Booth. Would you like to know what I discovered?"

Not sure where this conversation was going, Booth cleared his throat, "Sure, what did you discover?"

Picking up Booth's left hand, Brennan stared at the top of it, "I discovered that I no longer like to sleep alone."

Surprised, Booth reached over and trapping her hand between his two hands, "Well how about that. I found out the same thing tonight . . . Look Bones, I'm sorry. I do trust you . . . I do. I just hate it when guys are interested in you that's all. I don't have control over my feelings when I see someone showing too much interest in you. It makes me nuts. It's not right, but there you are."

Brennan stared at Booth's embarrassed face and confessed, "What would you say if I told you that I don't like it when women pay too much attention to you? I know it's not logical because I know you are faithful to me, but I still get quite angry when I see women trying to seduce you. It makes me very angry indeed."

Laughing, Booth released Brennan's hand and placed his arm around her shoulders. "Wow aren't we a pair or what? You know I don't think there's a solution to that one. We're just going to have to except that sometimes we're going to get a little bonkers about something and the other one is just going to have to put up with it. It's who we are."

Leaning over and kissing Booth, Brennan advised him, "Or we can mark our territory in front of the intruder like you did with Sully this morning. That seemed to defuse the situation somewhat quickly."

Glad she was home and she'd forgiven him, Booth pulled her against his body, "Yeah, if you say so. All of a sudden I'd like to go to bed."

Amused, Brennan stood up and walked towards the bedroom, "That's quite a coincidence, I find that I'd like to go to bed too."

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See, I told you not to worry. So what do you think of this chapter?

paladin177 I couldn't answer you; so, I will do it here: Brennan may not have seen Sully for five years, but she did like him and just because she didn't go with him that didn't mean she stopped liking him as a friend. No matter how long you've been seperated from friends, if they are your friend, you would think nothing of hugging them when you see them the next time and having lunch with them in the future would be natural. In the southern part of the United States, hugs are as natural as breathing and they don't denote any ulterior motives nor do they imply sexual interest.