An: If I was ever to say that I hate school...it's because that I have no time to write. I hate the fact that school is so busy this year, that I am literally TOO TIRED to one, stay up past 9:30, and two, do anything other than my homework. I apologize for those waiting for all of the other stories, I promise I will be getting to them, this is just a matter of finding time to work.


It was the type of feeling that, can't be explained
The way she moved her lips and she drove me insane
And now I'm left here in the wake of something more
She made it hard to leave as she stood by the door
In a v-neck t-shirt and
Nothing more than a single tear, Rolling down her cheek. Whoooaaa

Don't go away again, I want to be more than a phone call at 4 A.M.
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to steal my heart and leave
Don't go away again, I want to be more than a story to tell your friends
Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again,

-A Story To Tell Your Friends (Every Avenue)

Every person that worked at the Jeffersonian was trained with sharp eyes and quick thinking minds. They could pick out the smallest of changes, and many could easily identify any emotion no matter what barrier stood in the way. The wrinkled shirts, haphazard hair, and blushing glows of their skin would not go unnoticed, and that simple fact brought them to where they were now.

He was standing near the door; eyeing the line of skin that his unbuttoned dress shirt revealed, before finally catching her eyes and noticing the tear that slid down her cheek. He felt his heart thump painfully in his chest and enveloped her in his arms; stroking her hair and back soothingly; softly hushing the barely there shivers rolling in waves down her spine.

Her hands were tight around the shirt he had worn the night before; the smell of her suffocating him in a delirious frenzy. He rested his hand on the back of her neck and edged her back; looking deep into her eyes with a questioning, and loving gaze that immediately broke her down into words.

"Why do we have to keep doing this?" she whispered, the tears flowing heavier. "Why can't we have a semblance of normal in our relationship?"

"Baby our relationship has never been normal," he joked softly, placing a kiss to her forehead that pulled a shaky, almost relieved breath from deep in her chest.

"I know that…I just, wish that it was."

"I know. I hate this too," Booth assured, letting his fingers run through her hair thoughtfully before he pulled her closer to him and tenderly captured her lips; holding the contact for mere seconds before he released her and let his eyes flutter open with her own. "But we know we have to keep this secret. Cullen would separate us in a snap if he knew."

"Our crime solving rates of phenomenal Booth," Brennan argued, reaching up and brushing away the tears that were gathering under her eyes. "Would he really tear apart the best crime fighting duo in the country?"

"Would you ever expect a blue collar FBI Director to break protocol just for a love drunk agent and his partner?" he returned; the sadness in her eyes reflecting perfectly in his own. "No. He wouldn't. This is going to need some serious planning and sabotage if we're going to keep our partnership intact along with our relationship."

"But its torture just having to sneak around," she whimpered; sighing and raking her fingers angrily through her hair. "I don't like lying to my friends."

"I know you don't," he whispered; moving his hands to softly hold her face. "I don't like it either. Don't ever think that this sneaking around thing is easy for me, but if they know, there will be no hope for keeping this quiet. They have good intentions, and just want to see us happy, but if we actually tell them, then they won't want to keep it quiet. The news will spread like an infectious disease, and then the little lab rats that we don't usually talk to will know, and it'll get to the FBI. We've had a lot of other agents coming to the lab for help on their own cases, and many of them would be more loyal to Cullen, then they would be to the president."

"Well…they don't really work for the president. Usually workers tend to be loyal to a master figure that has been good to them over time. The president is the president, but he isn't their boss…"

"It's just a way to say that if there was something that Cullen should know, they would tell him," Booth explained, a shake of his head accompanying the kiss he placed to her forehead.

"Then how are we supposed to get around this?" she asked sadly, her body gravitating closer to his own. She tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around him; closing her eyes in relief when she became enveloped in the warm, muscular man who had showed her the stars of delirious pleasure the night before.

He felt the tightness in his chest, and released a sigh against her hair. He knew he didn't want to do this, and he was sure she didn't either, but at the point of their predicament…they had no choice.

He pushed her away enough to look into her eyes, and ducked his head to steal a kiss from her soft, bruised lips. He absently tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, and steeled her with a gaze that made her heart rate spike nervously.

"Bones…there's only one thing we really can do."

"What is that?"

"Sweets…"