I would just like to say sorry for the long updated, true it's only been like a week, but still that's a long time to wait, especially when it's related to Bones. At least, that's how I see it, but who would ever listen to me? Anyway, here it is.

Chapter 4

Aggravation

Walking into the lab, Brennan tried as hard as she could to avoid Angela's stares. She knew that her friend would be brimming with questions that, at the moment, she would rather steer clear of.

She reached her office and put her key in the lock only to realized that the door was already unlocked. She tried to think to the previous night. Remembering that she had locked the door, Brennan quickly entered her office to see if anything was missing.

"So, Mr. Sexy drove you home last night and brought you to work this morning?" Angela said as she leaned up against Brennan's desk with an accusing tone.

"That's a statement not a question. And you already know the answer to that." Brennan paused momentarily and looked up and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Sexy?" she asked as she began to look around her office again just double checking.

"Honey what are you doing?"

"I swore that I had locked my office door when I left last night. I always lock my door. And when I came in it was unlocked and my lights were on." Brennan had stopped at this point, deciding that everything was accounted for and sat down at her desk.

"Booth was here earlier waiting for you." Angela noticed Brennan tense at the mention of Booth. "Are you sure that's all that is bothering you?"

"Yes."

"Bren, I know you better than that."

"Ange." Brennan looked at her friend, who noticed the confusion in her eyes. "It's just….I mean…ahhh! I don't know, Yesterday I-"

But the rest of her statement was cut off by her phone ringing.

"Brennan." Angela just rolled her eyes in frustration. Whenever she came close to opening up to her something would get in the way and she would close up again. "Alright... of course. Bye."

Brennan was up and walking out the door before Angela could even blink. "Who was that?"

"There's another body."

"Be careful." Angela said, starting to worry. She never liked her friend going out into the field, but at least Booth was always there to protect her. "And say hi to Booth for me."

Brennan glanced behind her, "Actually, that was Agent Byod." And with that she was out the door and gone.

As they got out of the car, Brennan looked up at the building. Although she had been there only a day before, she hadn't taken in what was around her. The building they had found the body in was old and falling down, but the buildings around them were well kept. And now with the second body that tuened up...

"Tempe, did you hear what I just said?" Boyd was looking at her with confusion written allover his face.

"No. Sorry." She came back to her senses and began to follow Boyd into the building.

"Well, the team had gone over everything in the building before, but I told them to go through it one more time last night, just to be safe, and they found another body. One that wasn't there the first time around."

Brennan opened up her bag and took out a pair of gloves. Quickly putting them on, she began to inspect the body that was in front of her. "Well, the victim was male, caucasian, and approximately eight to eleven years of age."

Walking around the body, Brennan glanced up, noticing someone in the doorway.

She continued, trying her hardest to ignoring the hurt eyes that were cutting into her, more importantly, Booth's hurt eyes.

She turned to Boyd. "It looks like this was most likely cause of death." She said pointing to the indent in the skull of the body. "Dead probably two weeks max."

Although she was speaking to him, her mind was else where. More specifically on the man who was standing at the door taking in the scene in front of him. It hurt her so much that they were fighting. It's not like it's my fault. It's just his overprotective male attributes that are inevitable tendencies in the male of any species that are causing him to feel as if he has to protect me. But he just went too far this time. No he didn't and you know that.

She turned back to Boyd realizing that she had stopped talking and was staring at him, well, actually past him, but Boyd didn't seem to realize that. "So, yea, the body can be sent back to the Jeffersonian now, and my team and I can get more back to you as soon as possible." She turned to grab her bag, trying to leave before she ran into him.

"Alright. Then we should get going so that you can get back to the lab, I guess." He smiled at her, completely unaware at the fact that she was torn up inside. She was unsure of whether she should apologize or not, hardly even paying attention to what Boyd was saying.

She brushed past Booth accidentally as she walked out the door; trying to ignore the sudden flutter of her heart at his touch. She looked up at him to smile, hoping to put the fight behind them, but in response she only received, "Excuse me, Dr. Brennan."

She froze. The coldness in his voice cutting through her. She gave him a confused look, quickly turning to try and catch his attention. "Booth?" Nothing. He just continued walking, ignoring her questioning look.

Agent Boyd, oblivious to the stares she was giving Booth , took her by the hand to lead her to the car, practically pulling her out the door.

Booth turned and ignored the two as they left the building. Looking out the window he saw the pair reach the car; Boyd opening the car door for her, getting a look in response and probably a comment on how she can open a door for herself. Boyd was just grinning at her.

Booth felt a sudden pang in his heart. That should be me out there, joking about her independence. All of the sudden he realized that he was losing her. He was losing his Bones all because of some stupid fight, over some stupid guy. I have to talk to her.

Angela looked at the caller ID on her phone and quickly picked up. She had been trying to reach Brennan all day to no avail. "Hey sweetie."

"Hey Ange. Are you doing anything tonight? I know it's Friday and all, but I was hoping you could come over. I was hoping maybe we could talk."

This was perfect, just what she wanted. "Of course, Bren. That's just what I need right now."

The knock at the door startled Brennan out of her thoughts. Why would Angela be knocking? She just left for the store. Angela had left only minutes before to go to the grocery store to pick up some ice cream and other junk food. They had decided that that was what they needed in their current state of...well, shock. The news had been big. True, when Angela had gotten there she already knew the answer, but as her friend she wanted her to be there.

Walking to the door, Brennan quickly opened it to the man that was standing in the hall. Booth brushed passed her and entered her apartment. His attitude towards her angered her; he had just waltzed in without even being invited, after completely ignoring her earlier.. But her stance changed when she saw the look in his gentle, brown eyes.

"Booth. What's up?"

"I was hoping we could talk."

Booth wiped his palms on his pants. He was extremely nervous and was starting to wish he had thought this through more clearly before he had come bursting into her apartment.

"Booth…." Brennan looked at him with questioning eyes. She could tell that something was wrong and he could see the slight worry in her eyes, which just made him even more nervous.

"Bones, I've been wanting to talk to you lately. And, well, I can't really wait any longer." He paused. Of course you can wait! Wait until you know how she feels, heck, wait till you know how you feel. She's just your partner and your just overreacting because you know Boyd's reputation. But you cared about her before he even came into the picture. Why am I even fighting with myself? Now she's looking at me like I'm crazy. Pay Attention!

"I….you see, umm…."He realized that he was chickening out. He needed a way to get out of this, and quickly. "Can I use your bathroom?"

Brennan just stared. What was going on with him? "Yea, sure."

He walked down the hallway and into her bathroom. Needing to clear his head, Booth splashed some water over his face, hoping that it would calm him down.

Okay, this is fine, she's just your partner and you just came over to talk. Nothing more. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Calm, cool, and collected. I can do this.

With his new air of confidence, Booth took a paper towel and dried off his face. Crumpling up the wet paper, he went to throw it into the trashcan but something caught his eye. Intrigued, he bent down and looked at the colorful box in the trashcan.

His face went pale.

She paced her living room, wondering what was taking him so long in the bathroom. Why is he even here? Did something bad happen? She calmly told herself to stop worrying. She was jut overworked from the news she had received tonight and now she was just overreacting.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't her the bathroom door swing open loudly. "Temperance! What the hell is this?"

She looked up startled and slightly confused at what he was talking about. When she saw what was in his hands she cursed herself.

"How could you let him get you pregnant?" Booth fumed at her.

"What!?" Brennan was now outraged at Booth. "First, you barge into my apartment and now you're blaming me for a possible pregnancy! You are way out of line here Booth."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was defending that jackass. She didn't even want to have kids, and now she's defending the guy that got her pregnant!

Before Booth had a chance to respond Brennan had already opened the door. "Get out."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Booth, get out now. I don't want you here. Now leave, before I have to force you out." Brennan was now yelling so the whole world could here.

Aggravated, Booth stormed out the door, pushing his way past a very confused Angela.

Angela walked into the apartment after hearing the yelling from all the way down the hall, to find her best friend standing in the middle of the room crying. The idea alone of her friend crying scared her, Brennan was strong, she never cried.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Angela placed the bags of food on the table and walked over to her friend, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"I don't know Ange." Brennan began to collect herself and sat down on the couch. "He just showed up here after you left and said her wanted to talk. Then all of the sudden he said he needed to use the bathroom and when he came out he was yelling at me. Accusing me of letting myself get pregnant with Boyd."

Angela just shook her head. "Bren, you could have just told him the truth."

"No, Ange, we decided that we weren't going to tell and I want to keep our promise."

Angela could see how hurt her friend was and decided a distraction would be the best thing for her right now. "So what do you want to watch, The Wedding Planner or Boogeyman."

"I've never heard of either of them." She gave her a confused look.

"Boogeyman it is." Angela popped in the movie, retrieved the tub of ice cream and two spoons and sat down on the couch next to her best friend for what she figured was going to be a very long night.

Another end to another chapter. Does anyone get why I chose Boogeyman? Comments, questions, concerns, and any ideas you have are always welcome (hint, hint). I might even try to work your ideas in to the story...but you know what that requires!