Hey! Here's chapter 4!

Sorry about the wait – I made the chapter a BIT longer to apologise!

Am I forgiven…..?

Please R&R! I love all of the ones I got for the last chapter… and the one before… and the one today.

xXx Tiana

Angela hadn't needed to wait long before she got her ideal moment. After her conversation with Booth had ended, the only sounds and dialogue in the lab was from Zack and Brennan discussing their findings, or Hodgins stating things aloud.

Goodman walked back into the lab about 10 minutes later. Behind him were several people, only two who the squints recognised. They all headed up to the lab area where the five of them were all standing. Brennan looked up at the sound of footsteps and realised that it was now the moment of truth.

Before setting her gaze at the people coming, she looked at Angela, who was smiling with glee, and wriggled her eyebrows. Brennan rolled her eyes and then looked at Booth. She smiled when she saw how he didn't look any different than he normally would. Maybe Angela was wrong. Maybe Booth wasn't going to get jealous.

Goodman was now introducing them all to each other. Other than the two people who they had met before, the others weren't all that intimidating. Three of them were lawyers, while the other one was from the FBI too, there to make sure that the examination goes well.

'Dr. Brennan, I think you would remember Neil Meredith, the Costello's attorney,' Brennan merely smiled at him, not taking the hand he offered to her. She still had her latex gloves on and showed it to him, fully understanding what she meant.

'And this is Dr. Michael Stires, the defence teams' anthropologist.' Goodman finally introduced.

'We've met.' Michael said slyly, winking at her. Brennan just gave him a sarcastic smile. Still smiling, he turned to look at the remains on the lab table. 'Is that it?'

'Yep.' Was all she replied with. She hadn't finished going over the while thing, and was getting irritated that someone had stopped her from her work. Especially that someone being Michael Stires.

As he made his way over to the bones, Dr. Goodman started to lecture them all, once again, about the regulations that the examination should occur under.

'Dr. Stires, I hope that this will just refresh your memory. Under no circumstances are you to ask Dr. Brennan, or anyone else from the Jeffersonian for any information regarding the case. All of your findings should be done by yourself, and not shared with anyone. There will be two FBI agents in this room at all times while the examination is in progress. Is that understood?' he added at the end in an exasperated voice.

'Yes, sir.' Michael replied. Brennan, and no doubt Angela, had noticed how his gaze had flickered over to Booth when he mentioned that two FBIs would remain there.

Brennan had been studying Michael, wondering what had gone through his mind, that she hadn't heard most of Goodman's speech. Only when he spoke to her did she realise that she was focusing on Michael.

'I said, is that understood, Dr. Brennan?' Goodman asked her directly. Brennan turned to look at him.

'Yes.' She then walked over to where the rest of them stood. As it was now, on one side of the lab, near all of their equipment and stuff, were the five of them, while of the other side, nearer to the steps that led out of the lab, were those on the defence team. The remains on the lab table separated them.

Zack had set up his camcorder, again, and it was keeping both him and Hodgins occupied. Brennan didn't really understand why it was needed, considering that they were all there watching, but left them to it. As long as it kept them busy.

The other FBI agent seemed more interested in what was happening, standing directly at the end of the table, getting in Michael's way sometimes. Booth, however, was leaning against the rail near to where they stood, arms crossed.

Angela noted how he was standing, and went over to stand next to him. Pretending to be very interested in what was happening, she whispered to him.

'So. How's it going?' Angela nudged him with her elbow. She kept her eyes on Michael, who was focused, at the moment, on the remains before him.

'About what?' Booth asked, not taking his eyes off of Michael either.

'What do you think? Look at him. It's obvious what he really wants while he's here. Aren't you even a bit jealous?' she asked, still whispering. She had turned to look at Booth.

Booth rolled his head to look straight at her, and quirked one eyebrow.

'Nope.'

Angela smiled knowingly. She looked back to Michael, who was being watched by Booth too now, and noticed how he kept on throwing glances to Brennan, who was standing away from the group, but still on their side.

'You sure about that? Cos I really wouldn't blame you if you were.' She said, retuning her gaze back to Booth. Booth himself looked back at her, and rolled his eyes heavenwards.

'Do you really need to be here, Angela?' he asked her, getting quite annoyed with all of the questions.

Angela smiled as he changed the subject. She showed him her sketchpad, which was almost blank, as she had cunningly started another one, and stated.

'I'm not finished with the sketch yet, Booth. So yeah. Anyway, I wanna be here to see what happens, sweetie.' She raised her eyebrows suggestively and Booth shook his head, slightly smiling, but managed to hide it by keeping his head down.

Before Angela could ask him another question, and before he did, or said, something that he might regret, Booth decided to move away from her. Pronto.

'Hey. How's it going?' Booth asked just before he realised he was ironically mimicking Angela. He mentally shook his head as his thoughts about what she had just said began to come back to him. Not like they had ever left. Not since he found out that the other anthropologist was coming.

Brennan turned a bit to face him quickly to give him a half smile, before turning back to look at Michael. Booth leaned against the railing behind them.

'That good, huh?' he joked. Brennan gave a slight shrug, which from Booth's point of view, wasn't very positive.

Brennan stood a foot or so in front of Booth, arms crossed, watching Michael like a hawk. She sighed with frustration. This waiting was getting very annoying. She turned around to face Booth.

'What about you?' she asked, remembering how tired he was before. She couldn't believe that it was the same day that he had just came back from Westminster.

Booth had started to play around with his blue ball thing once again, throwing it from hand to hand. He shrugged in response, not making eye contact with her.

'Angela's annoying the crap outta me. Apart from that…' he looked up at her and rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night.

Brennan smiled, biting back her laughter, and shot a glance at Angela. Angela looked back at her, grinned and sent her a mini wave. Brennan narrowed her eyes at her, knowing exactly why Booth was so annoyed with her.

'I'm sorry.' She said, turning back to face Booth fully. 'Sometimes she let's her little imagination run away…' she whispered, the corners of her mouth turning up.

Booth smirked. Her tone of voice intrigued Booth. It was kind of seductive to him. Still playing with his ball and following it with his eyes as he threw it from hand to hand, he whispered back.

'You ever let your imagination run away?'

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her smile coyly. She took a couple of steps closer to him, now oblivious of the surroundings around her. She couldn't help it. Before, she would have never have dreamt of mixing her personal life with pleasure, especially at a time like this. But now, she was attracted to it. It's what 9 months with Booth did to a girl.

'Only when I don't get to see you in a day.' She whispered. She was very close to him, but not that much that it would seem improper.

'Wow. Lucky me. Care to share them? Cos I'm guessing you had a lot of those during the last week.' He smiled his smile at her, and she instantly melted. He moved his eyes on to his stupid ball, which he kept on throwing around, waiting for her to tell him.

Brennan thought about it. Or at least pretended to. Instead she was just looking at Booth, and thinking about what she did think about when he was away. She smiled to herself, hiding it quickly, unsuccessfully.

'Well? You gonna let me in then?'

Brennan cocked her head to the side. He still wasn't looking at her, but wasn't predicting for her to grab the ball out of his hands, midair, while travelling form one hand to another.

He looked up at her, smirking. Arching one eyebrow in a 'well?' meaning, he watched her eyes dance with the option to either tell him, or not.

'Nope.' She shook her head too. She turned around while Booth was shaking his head knowingly. She had caught the gaze of Angela while she was retuning her eyes to the front. She had given her a wink, to which Brennan had smiled.

'Can I at least have my ball back?' Booth asked from behind her in an almost childish voice. She couldn't help but grin, knowing that he could see it as her head was still to the side, facing Angela.

'Nope.' She simply repeated, laughing to herself. Behind her, she could hear Booth mumbling something like 'tease'. She then felt a finger run across her waist, and immediately shifted to the touch which provoked her.

Brennan moved forward slightly, to where she had previously stood, and looked back at Booth. She glared at him, while he gave her an innocent look and shrugged his shoulders in a 'what?' kind of way. She narrowed her eyes and turned back to face the lab, and Michael, who she had totally forgotten about for the minutes she had spent fooling around.

Michael, however, had not forgotten that Brennan was there, nor what she was doing. If she's tryna make me jealous, she'll have to do a lot better than that, he thought.

'So, Tempe,' Michael began without looking up at her. Brennan flinched at the nickname that he had called her. She really didn't like it now. 'How far did you get with these bones?'

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see everyone stopping what they were doing to pay attention to the two of them. For a moment, Brennan was a bit shocked, but before she could think of a reply, the other FBI agent had spoken for the first time since being there, which was now heading to 2 hours.

'You are not permitted to discuss the case with anyone but your own team.' He said in a cold mutual voice. Brennan wanted to smile at the look on Michael's face when the FBI spoke, but held it back, keeping a straight face.

He went back to searching the bones for information for a few minutes before Michael spoke again.

'So, how've you been?' he asked, looking up to her to let her know that he was asking her.

Brennan was shocked by the question. She stood there, not sure whether to answer it or not. Standing sideways now, so that she could see Booth, she quickly shot him a look showing that she didn't know what to say. It wasn't a big question, but it made her uncomfortable, especially knowing what kind of guy he was, and that she didn't want anything to do with him.

'Could you just stick with examining the bones?' Booth said, his voice a bit harsh. Brennan now looked at Michael and saw how his face contorted at the remark, but then regain its natural look.

'What? Can't I converse with an old friend?' he asked, fiddling around with the bones, glancing up twice, once to look at Brennan and once to look at Booth.

'Well, that depends on whether or not that friend wants to converse with you.' He retorted back.

Michael looked from Booth to Brennan. When his eyes rested on her, he gave her a smile that did nothing for her. He jerked his head upwards in meaning of 'so?' towards her.

Brennan stood straight again, facing Michael, with Booth standing behind her, like it had been 5 minutes ago. Michael was still looking at her for her response.

'Just do your job, please Michael.' She had decided that she didn't really want to go back. She was still pretty pissed off with what he had said a year ago to her, both in court and out of it. If he thought that he could make up for that now, he had another think coming.

Michael looked up at her, dumbfounded, when he had heard and registered what she had said. Blinking a couple of times, he tried not to show his falter. He then shifted his gaze to Booth and it remained there, unconsciously, for a moment.

'Sorry.' Booth said in a voice that said that he really wasn't. It snapped Michael out of his phase, who whipped his head back down to the bones.

Brennan turned to face Booth, and smiled weakly, but gratefully. He smiled back, eyes gleaming.

'So,' he whispered to her as she started to turn back to watch Michael examine the bones, 'can I have my ball back, now?'

Brennan looked over her shoulder to see Booth smiling sheepishly. She rolled her eyes and took the ball out of her pocket. Twirling it in her hands for a while, she teased Booth.

Holding his hand out for her to put it into, she twirled it for the last time and then threw it at him. Lucky for him, he had quick reflexes and caught it with ease.

Once she was fully turned and facing the lab, she heard his whisper so that only she could hear.

'Thank you, baby.'

Brennan smiled and wondered how long it was going to take for Michael to finish his examination so that she could get the hell out of there. With Booth of course.

Was that ok?

I tried to include some BB, but I didn't want it to be OOC!

Remember what the next couple of chapters will have…

Please R&R!

xXx Tiana