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A/N: Ok here is the second chappie! hope you all like it. Oh and please review I'll only keep the story up if I know people want to read it.

Getting Somewhere

"So, Bones," Booth started as they arrived at the laboratory, "I was... uh... wondering.. if... you..."

"Booth, are you... sweating?" Brennan asked. Her face contorted and she cocked her head to the side. "Yea. That's sweat."

"Well, Brennan, I..." Brennan immediately interrupted.

"Why did you just call me Brennan?" She was confused beyond belief. Booth, he is acting so... strange, she thought. Why?

"I wanted to sound more... formal."

"Why?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Is it about the case? Do you need to interview me?"

"No... no... it's"

"Because if you need an interview I will be happy to answer any questions you have for me."

"It's not about the case!" He yelled. Brennan jumped back "I'm sorry. It's not though."

"Then what is it about?"

"I was wondering if you were free tomorrow?"Bones was shocked. Booth... is acting... really strange... oh well.

"Well... other then the case I'm free."

"Do you want to have lunch... tomorrow?" Brennan looked at her office door and then looked back.

"Im so... sorry, Booth. Unless it's about the case... I don't want to... I'm sorry." Brennan left to go work on her novel. Booth put his hand on his forehead. How could I have been so stupid. How?

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Jack walked into the room. Angela was working on some simulations, trying to figure out how the bones of George Bennet were connected to his death. She was working on one when he was crushed, but he would have lived.

Jack took a pen off of Angela's desk and started taking notes. He bit the end of the pen

"Oh, Jack, you do know that's my pen, right?" Angela asked. She was a bit disgusted at his antics.

"Angela, it's my pen." He was shocked at how she would blurt out something like that, at her boss! He tried to keep that information on the down low, even though they knew.

"Well, I bought it with my own money, yesterday. It was expensive." That it was. It was a fine pen, a fountain pen, now drooled on.

"Angela, I just recently lost my own pen! It looked exactly like yours!" Jack was getting furious.

"Jack, how can you be so paranoid!"

"How can you steal?"

"I'm just telling you that its mine!"

"I just want my own!"

"Go buy one!"

"Fine!" he slammed the drool- covered pen on her desk. "I intend to!" He started to leave the room when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

" Jack, your acting so strange lately. What's on your mind?" Angela inquired. Jack turned around.

"I can fire you in a second, Angela. You don't need to worry about my personal life." and with that he left the room. Angela shook her head, and resumed her work.

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John Marks entered the interrogation room. Brennan watched from one-way glass. Booth was in the room, interrogating John.

"Hello, Agent Booth." John said, shaking his hand.

"Mr. Marks." they both sat down at the same time. "I understand you have some things to do, so I will make this interview as fast as possible."

"Okay, so what questions do you have for me?"

"Well, how well did you know George?"

"Pretty well, we were always borrowing each other's stuff, though it never really got returned."

"Did you get into a lot of fights?"

"Yea, at least once a month."

"Did they ever get violent?"

"No! Never! I got mad, but he was my closest male friend, I would never hurt him!"

"Did he ever do anything... strange?"

"He did go to bars a lot... he always came home to Sally... well... drunk... I don't think she liked it very much."

"Well, thank you for your time."

"Your welcome, Agent. Booth." John stood up. "I hope we never have to meet again."

"I would have to agree with that, Mr. Marks."

Brennan shook her head. He didn't get to the point. He didn't at all.