Chapter 2

"Ninety percent of the flesh is missing because of mutilation and post mortem anthropophagi caused by canine scavenging." Bones flatly stated the facts into her voice recorder. This was by far one of the most gruesome cases she had worked.

"Do they have to stay here?" Apparently Zach was as freaked out by the vicious dogs in the cages as Bones was.

After a few minutes of inspecting the body and formulating theories, Brennan's cellphone rang. Much to Booth's chagrin, it happened to be David.

"Brennan? Just working. Yeah, of course. I'm starving. Seven thirty, okay, yes. I'll meet you there." Brennan hung up her phone, gazing off into space for a moment before snapping back to attention. "My reservation just got pushed by a few extra minutes." Honestly, I wouldn't be all that upset if this date got cancelled entirely. Bones knew she should be excited about this. She was finally getting out dating. Yeah, I'd be excited about dating a beautiful FBI agent who really cares about me, but I just can't seem to muster up the excitement to go on an unspeakably awkward date with a man I met over the internet. Booth was right. There's no magic in that.

"Oh, a few extra minutes. Great." Of course Booth was bitter. The love of his life was going on a date with another man. This isn't the way it's supposed to happen. Why can't I just suck it up and tell her how I feel about her? … Oh, right. Because she'd slap me and tell me that we're partners and it'd be inappropiate to have anything more than a working relationship. Screw appropiate. I love her and I want to be with her.

"What?"

"Nothing." Okay, I'm giving her attitude, but I don't care even a little bit.

"You disapprove?" Yes, please Booth, disapprove. Give me a good reason not to go on this date.

"I said great."

"With attitude." Caught me, Bones.

"Don't go overboard with psychology. It's not your thing." Yes, definitely don't go overboard with psychology because if you do, then you'll figure out how in love I am with you and things will be awkward. So let's just drop this.

"Look, I am an adult Booth. I see men. I go out with them. On occasion, I sleep with them." Why did I say that? "I sleep with them.." I can't believe I just said that.

"Hey, you know what? That's cool, but you don't even know who this guy is that you're meeting." Booth's insides churned in his stomach at the thought of her sleeping with other men. As his mind started to imagine Bones writhing beneath him in his king sized bed, he knew he had better get away from her very, very quickly.

"I have trekked through Tibet avoiding the Chinese army. I think I can handle meeting someone for dinner."

"Fine, you know what? You have fun with Dick431 or whatever his handle is." Yes, Booth, act like a four-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. That's going to win her over.

"Yeah, I will."

"Good."

"Thanks."

"Fine." Oh, there's no sexual tension here.

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Author's Note: Sorry the chapter's so short. I just wanted to get one up while I'm trying to finish all of my summer reading before September.