Title: Deja Vu

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Chapter Four: Not Enough

She sat at her desk, staring at the monitor of her computer but she didn't really see it. Her eyes focused on nothing while her mind raced like a horse in the Kentucky Derby. She heard the gunfire and felt the heat from the bullets as they whizzed by her, little laughing projectiles. She saw the gun in the gun of the man who tried to take her. She smelled his cologne and the sweat that drenched his body. Then all she saw was red as Booth stood before her, blood coloring his skin. A panic seized her, making it hard to breathe. Until now she hadn't realized just how close she'd come to dying. What would that man have done to her had Booth not shot him in the head? No, she'd rather not know. In her line of work she'd seen many gruesome things. The last thing she needed to think about was her friends trying to identify her body by her bones.

Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and she just about jumped right out of her skin. "Hey, Tempy, it's just me. Relax."

Her eyes fell upon Angela's. "I'm sorry, Angela. My mind was somewhere else."

"I kind of got that from the dreamy look in your eyes, what were you thinking of?" she asked with a curious smile.

Brennan pushed away from her desk to stand up. "Not what you think. I wasn't thinking about him. Who has the time?"

"You were thinking about the shootout, weren't you?" Angela stopped her by grabbing her arm. "Don't dwell on it; it's not worth the time. You'll just keep seeing miserable things. Clear your head. We have a new case, which should make you happy. New bones. New mystery."

In reality the last thing Brennan wanted right now was another case to work on. More bones to focus her attention on. Her mind was already going in different directions. How was she supposed to do her job when she couldn't even focus on the here and now? Hell, she couldn't even remember why she'd come to her office.

Angela gave her a gentle shake. "Earth to Temperance. There's work to be done. We don't need to have Dr. Goodman breathing down our necks because we're slacking off. Plus, to tell you the truth, I don't think the boys can keep him occupied long enough until the get back."

"He kissed me," was all that Brennan could think to say.

"Dr. Goodman kissed you?" Angela asked, frowning. "He's married."

"No, Booth kissed me. I think."

The smile on Angela's face would have lit up the space station it was so bright. "He finally kissed you? Tell me about it. I want to hear all the details."

"What details?"

Angela shook her head. Sometimes Temperance could be so clueless about life. She knew everything there was to know about skeletons but couldn't even explain a kiss to her friend. "Oh, like when did it happen? How was it? Was it on the lips and did you see sparks? Is it possible that there are wedding bells in your future?"

Now it was Brennan's turn to frown. "I'm not going to marry him just because he kissed me, Angela. He did it the other night when I went to check on him. You know, after the case about the little boys?" Angela nodded. She didn't want to interrupt by saying anything. If she did there was a chance she'd never get the whole story. "He was drunk. He probably doesn't even remember kissing me. But when he was on his way to bed he brushed his lips against mine. It wasn't even a real kiss."

"Yes it was," Angela beamed. "There was lip contact, which makes it a kiss. Seeley Booth kissed you. Drunk or not it still counts. The guy has the hots for you, haven't you noticed it? The way he always wants your opinion on cases? The way he always comes running to you?"

Brennan left her office, walking toward the examining tables. "He does not have the 'hots' for me. It's a business relationship. Nothing more, nothing less."

"So, you're telling me that the kiss meant nothing to you? Nothing at all?" questioned Angela as she tagged along.

Stopping, Brennan turned to look at her. "To be honest, Angela, it meant everything to me. It may have just been a gentle touching of lips but it made my heart sing. No other kiss has ever done that to me. It wasn't enough, and yet, it was more than I could ever imagine."

"You sound like a school girl who's fallen for Mr. Right," Angela responded. "Does it seem like Booth remembers kissing you?"

They resumed walking. "No, not that I've noticed. He's been acting normal. In fact, he's acting like it never happened."

"Maybe he's embarrassed. Perhaps he thinks that you forgot and he doesn't want to piss you off by remind you. Booth is a weird man, Tempy, you must remember that. All FBI guys are a bit high strung. I think it comes with the badge," Angela explained.

"Why are you two talking about Booth? What did he do this time?" Zack inquired as they joined him by the skeleton, which lay on an examining table. The young kid was a genius, graduating early and proving himself over and over again under Temperance's guide. She was going to find it hard to let him go when the time came. Unless of course she was able to convince Dr. Goodman to let him stay.

"Nothing, Zack. He hasn't done anything. Tell me what we know about this skeleton," Brennan replied, getting down to the business at hand.

"I heard that he almost got you killed in a shootout," Hodgins joined the conversation.

Brennan threw a glare in his direction. "We're here to work, not gossip. The bones, Zack."

The group of scientists began to do what they did best, finding answers in a pile of bones. They were able to determine that the skeleton belonged to a woman in her late twenties, early thirties. She stood five-foot-nine. There were scraps along the bones and indentations, made from whatever weapon the killer had used most likely. Brennan knew that before too long Booth would be gracing them all with his presence. The problem being, she didn't know how she truly felt about that.