Disclaimer: While I want Bones to be mine, mine, mine – wanting is not getting. And in this case, is definitely NOT having. Boo.

Previously...

She dragged her eyes away from his face and turned to look at all the stupefied faces in front of her, and her brows came together in consternation, have they even breathed since I sat down? But still there was just utter silence in the lounge, for that matter, everything was so still you could hear an ant pass wind from the far corner of the lab. Suddenly she couldn't cope with their response – or lack of it – anymore and she desperately had to get away. This wasn't going according to plan at all.

Chapter two – Fears and tears

With tears starting to well in her eyes, she put her head down again so they couldn't see them. She quickly stood up and started to walk away, but turned and said "Just open the envelopes – all the details are inside". She didn't wait for a response.

She moved quickly down the walkway and as soon as she was out of sight she sprinted down the stairs and ran straight into the ladies bathroom. She locked herself in a cubicle and stood with her back against the door, breathing in a shaky gulp of air. A tear escaped and ran down her cheek and she hastily brushed it away with the back of her hand. Why on earth did she think this was a good idea? Clearly it wasn't. Ok so no one is keen to get away. That's fine. Everyone has lives and I've probably ruined their plans for the weekend anyway, she thought as she tried to calm herself down with reason. She had to admit, if this was done for her, she'd be annoyed.

Another tear threatened to course its way down her cheek, and she quickly leaned over and grabbed some toilet tissue and dabbed at her eyes. Why is this so important to her? She never did anything like this – it was just so totally out of character for her. She tried to steady her breathing, but it was still coming in shaky gasps and her heart was painfully beating in her chest. She slid down the back of the door until she was sitting on the tiled floor then put her head on her knees. She felt nauseous. Why is this so important to me? It's not that big a deal if they don't want to go. But why am I so upset? She took a deep breath of air and let it out slowly, she continued in this way until her wildly beating heart slowed to a more normal rhythm.

Temperance Brennan might only need a nanosecond to think most things through, but when it came to working out her emotions, it took far, far longer. So to try and answer her own questions – she did the only thing she knew to work – she used logic. But her train of thought was interrupted when she heard voices and she jumped with a start when the bathroom door opened with a bang.

She held her breath, "Bones?" Booths vary male voice echoed around the empty bathroom. She bit her lip, willing him to go away. "Bones, what are you doing in here? Will you come out here please?" She kept silent. What was she going to say anyway?

She heard a noise in the cubicle beside her, "Bones, do I have to come in there and get you out?" Booths voice sounded very odd. She lifted her head off her knees with a slight frown and as she did, she noticed movement above her. "Bones, if you won't talk to me, I am coming in to get you" Booth stated in a strained voice. She looked up and saw his arms dangling over the top of her cubicle. His face then appeared over the wall, wearing a lop-sided grin as he started to push himself over the top of the wall. "Booth, what are you doing?" she said harshly, "Just leave me alone" then sighed, knowing full well he'd ignore her.

"Why are you sitting on the floor in a bathroom cubicle? Talk to me Bones!" he had a leg over the wall and a determined glint in his eye. Then before she could even open her mouth to reply, he was over the wall and lowering himself onto the seat. Now it was her turn to stare. How dare he invade her space – especially in a toilet for goodness sake? She was just about to open her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, when he stepped down and picked her up, her arms pressed tightly by her side then set her on her feet. He looked her in the eye and saw the pain she was hiding. His heart went to his mouth and he slipped his arms around her in a warm embrace. She stayed rigid for a few seconds or so, and then he felt her relax into his arms and chest. He pulled back slightly to look at her "Did you go and use your heart again and get scared by the results?" he asked her with his most winning 'charm smile'.

How did he always know what was going on with her? He knew her better than she knew herself at times. She didn't know whether to hit him to wipe the smug grin off his face or to kiss those delicious lips that were suddenly distracting her because of their proximity. She stood looking into his eyes for so long, lost in their own little world, that she didn't hear Angela and Cam come into the bathroom, or feel Booths arms suddenly leave her body cold and unsupported.

"Bren, are you in here? Are you ok? What are you doing?" she heard the concern in Angela's voice, but her legs unexpectedly buckled as Booth removed his arms. She abruptly lurched forward with a grunt and in the tight space, her head thumped into Booths sternum, pushing him backwards and knocking the wind out of him as he fell heavily on the toilet seat. He groaned in pain which suddenly turned into a yelp of surprise as Brennan landed face first in his lap, her knees painfully landing on the tiled floor with a thud, the soles of her shoes clearly visible under the gap in the door.

Cam and Angela turned to each other, each face mirroring the other: wide-eyes, raised eyebrows and their lips spread in a leer. Both sniggered, but Angela couldn't help herself as she whispered loudly, "I knew he wanted to thank her personally, but couldn't they have waited until we got there to get a room". Both women fell into a fit of giggles and headed back out the door, but they could clearly hear Cams voice say to Angela, "I thought he wanted to thank her, not the other way round" the door shut behind them as they started giggling again.

Booth looked down at his lap, she hadn't moved since she fell. While he really didn't mind the scenario, now wasn't the time or the place. Besides, if she didn't move her head soon, he wasn't entirely sure if he could control his little soldier – he often had a mind of his own – especially when it came to Temperance Brennan.

He touched her shoulder as he asked "Bones, are you ok?" he could feel her shaking underneath his hand, and he was becoming concerned that she was upset again, when she abruptly pushed herself off his lap. She was chuckling under her breath, a huge smirk gracing her delicate features. She was highly embarrassed, her face flushed a deep red but she was so tired, the humour of the entire situation was for once not lost on her. She looked into his stunned face and snorted at what she saw, then burst out laughing. She watched his eyes narrow, and between snorts and giggles she managed to get out, "that was the stupidest thing I've ever seen you do" she took a breath then, before he could berate her, she continued, "I mean who climbs over a toilet cubicle wall?" she was exhausted and she couldn't stop the giggles from bubbling up out of her chest.

He watched her as she tried to control herself, but was just relieved to see her smiling again. He sheepishly looked at her then started laughing too. Eventually the giggles subsided and she rather painfully lifted herself off the floor, Booth holding her hand to support her. "Did I hurt you when I fell?" she asked as she straightened, noticing that he hadn't let her hand go. "I'll live, did you hurt yourself?" he asked when she winced slightly, not taking his eyes off her. She noticed the look in his eyes, and she couldn't drag hers away from his face. She felt her fingers gently lace through his, and he moved closer. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and little butterflies formed in her tummy.

But suddenly the women's toilet door banged open again and the two nearly jumped out of their skin. The spell was broken as they heard Hodgins' flustered voice, "Will you two hurry up – we've only got an hour until the mini-van is here to pick us up – and you both have to go home and pack and get back here in time. Now scoot!" the door slammed shut again.

"Guess we'd better get a move on then" Booth said huskily. Brennan turned without looking at him to open the door, and both momentarily got tangled up with each other again as they tried to manoeuvre around each other and the inward opening door. For the briefest of moments she was almost sure she felt something hard brush against her hip – and it definitely wasn't his belt buckle. She bit her lip to hide her smile.

Everything was going to be alright, she thought as her heart skipped a beat – maybe she should trust 'driving with her heart' more often – who knew where it was going to take her. Her doubts, fears and tears forgotten as they headed out the bathroom door together and home to quickly pack.

To be continued...

A/N: I've been so overwhelmed by the response to the first chapter, I just have to say thank you to everyone who reviewed – you also gave me the courage to continue (as well as making my day)!

Please review, let me know what you think. And a special thank you goes to the lovely Montreal Squint for being my beta!