A/N: Well, this story all came about because of a lovely author here who goes by the penname stevieLUVSAlex, if you aren't familiar with her work please check it out! stevieLUVSAlex and I tossed around some ideas and decided to co-author a story and this is our brain child. Thanks so much stevieLUVSAlex, this wouldn't have been possible without you!

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Disclaimer: Still unable to claim Bones as my own.


It had been five days since Brennan caught Booth reading her journal, three days since the phone call from Parker that prompted the journal entry and time seemed to be passing in slow motion. Brennan under normal circumstances would've never considered the passage of time to be mutable concept, but for the last five days her perception of time seemed to be moving slower than water cutting a gorge in the surface of the earth. Booth hadn't responded and the world seemed to be losing its colour, flavor, texture … the world had become bland and grey. Brennan didn't know what to do, under normal circumstances she would talk to Booth, but these weren't normal circumstances. Frustrated and confused Brennan drummed her fingers relentlessly on her desk, completely missing Angela entering her office and shutting the door.

"Alright sweetie, this has gone on long enough. What's going on with you and Agent Sexy?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Bren you are the world's worst liar. Really Parker is better than you."

"I don't know." Brennan confessed softly without considering what she'd said.

"Bren? What happened?" Angela pushed softly sitting in front of her best friend's desk.

"I don't know."

"Okay … start at the beginning. Why are you mad at Booth?"

"I'm not mad at him … embarrassed maybe" her words once again tumbling out of their own volition, revealing her inner most thoughts.

"Bren why are you embarrassed?" Angela cautiously probed.

It was as though Brennan had lost control of her body and emotions all in the same instance. The story began pouring out of her, her body remained still and stiff, but her eyes became deep pools of emotion whirling and spinning out of control. Angela couldn't remember a time she's ever seen her normally stoic friend so emotionally distraught, not even when they'd been told Booth was dead.

"Somehow I accidently sent Booth a link to my private journal. I didn't realize I'd done it and he's been reading it. I caught him reading it after I met with Puck last week and we haven't spoken since. Parker said Booth thinks I hate him … I wrote a journal that told Booth how I felt, but he hasn't done anything … maybe HE hates me … I don't understand" Brennan's voice trailed off, as if she'd run out of steam or breathe after releasing everything she'd been holding in one breathe.

Angela was shell shocked to say the least. Brennan kept a journal … well that was news to her. Somehow it had been sent to Booth and he'd read it … wow. Seeing that Brennan was on the verge of talking herself into something stupid, like running away to some dig on the other side of the world again Angela tried to reason with her using the only absolute in Brennan's world … LOGIC.

"Alright sweetie, let's take a look at the facts here. You sent Booth a link to your journal." Brennan nodded "and he read it?" she nodded again. "Is it possible he thought you meant for him to read it?"

"Parker asked the same thing. Yes, it's possible."

"Parker's a smart boy. If you'd sent me the link I would've assumed you meant for me to read it too. So his assumption that you intended for his to read it was reasonable. Right?" Seeing her friend's overactive mind kick into high gear, Angela jumped into high logic gear. "I'm just trying to gather all the facts sweetie to help you analysis the evidence and drag rational conclusions."

"Yes, I can see the logic in that line of thought."

"Alright, so in the beginning it was logical to assume he thought he had your permission to read the journal. Later when you caught him reading it, how did you react?"

"I was upset. I … I left."

"Have you spoken to him since?"

"I wrote the journal for him to read."

"No sweetie, I mean actually spoken to him. Had a conversation … dinner … anything that you initiated?"

Brennan thought for a moment and realized that they hadn't even been in the same building that she was aware of since she caught him reading her journal. "No."

"So when you caught him reading the journal, he realized that you had seen his reading of your journal as an invasion of privacy." Brennan nodded her head curious to see where Angela was going with this line of inquiry. "So, Booth being a man of honor would keep invading your privacy, right? I mean that's the kind of guy he is."

"No. He would NEVER deliberately invade my privacy." The look of shock that passed over Brennan's face and her immediate defense of Booth spoke volumes.

"So, sweetie why hasn't Booth responded to your journal entry?" Angela asked trying hard not to smirk, sometimes you had to out logic Brennan to get her to see reality.

"He hasn't read it, because reading my journal now would be a violation of my privacy and hurt me." She whispered.

"So what do you need to do?"

"Talk to him."

"So go get your man, sweetie. Talk to him" Angela said hugging her friend before shifting toward the door, with a slight waddle that had become part of her gate in the last few days.

Brennan gathered her things and left to find Booth. Hoddgins wrapped his arms around his wife and whispered in her ear "what's all that about?" directing his gaze toward the retreating anthropologist.

"That my dear husband is someone finally catching up with her own reality."