Listen To The Music Chapter 4: The Name of the Game, a bones fanfic

Listen To The Music

A/N: Last chapter! Unless you ask so incredibly nicely…

Disclaimer: Not mine. Neither is the song.

The Name of the Game

Brennan stood up and grabbed her keys. She turned towards the door, but turned back to Angela.

"Ange…" she started. "Thank you. For everything. But I have to go find Booth." She turned to the door and left. Angela stared at the door for a moment before reaching for her cordless phone. She picked it up and dialled a familiar number. It rang once…twice…and it was picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" said the voice.

"Hey sweetie, it's me," said Angela.

"Hey Ange, what's up?" replied the voice.

"Brennan's about to make the Dynamic Duo even more dynamic," said Angela excitedly.

"Let me guess, you had something to do with it?"

"Sort of. Oh, I'm so happy for them I could kiss the first person I see!"

"Is that an open invitation?"

"Maybe…how long is it gonna take ya?"

"Be at your place in 5?"

"You got a deal."

"I'm on my way. See you soon"

"See you soon Jack."

I've seen you twice, in a short time
Only a week since we started
It seems to me, for every time
I'm getting more open-hearted
I was an impossible case
No-one ever could reach me
But I think I can see in your face
There's a lot you can teach me
So I wanna know..

Booth sat at the bar, cradling a beer bottle. He lifted it to his lips, only to find that it was empty. Sid looked over at him and shook his head. That was the third bottle, thought Sid. Something must have cut him deep. He doesn't usually drink this much and especially not in the morning. Sid walked over to Booth and took away his empty beer bottles.

"What's up G-man?" he asked.

"Nothing Sid. I'm fine," Booth replied. "Can I get another one of those?"

"Sorry G-man. I have a policy about serving a lot of alcohol before 5:30 pm," Sid told him, secretly relieved. He looked towards the door that had just opened. "Besides, I don't think she wants you drinking to much." Booth followed his gaze to the door and instantly stood up.

"Thanks Sid," he said throwing down a couple bills. "I have to go now." Booth made his way to the door, but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"Booth, wait," said a familiar voice. Booth pulled away. "Please Booth, I need to talk to you!" Booth didn't stop. He continued on his way and hopped into his SUV. "Dammit Booth!" Brennan ran out the door and into her car. She barely thought of anything as she sped after him.

What's the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What's the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, 'cause I have to know
I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow

Booth pulled up in front of the War Memorial. He walked up to the memorial and went to 'his' bench. He sat down and stared into space. He needed to think. Why did she come back? Sure, he still loved her, but why did she leave and then come back? His thoughts were interrupted when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar silver car pull up next to his. He quickly stood up and tried to blend in with the crowd.

"Booth!" he heard. "Booth!" He knew who was calling, but he couldn't think why. "Booth, please talk to me!"

Booth feigned he was going one way, but went the other. He leaned up against the memorial and sighed. Why was she doing this? She said go, and he went. Now she's changed her mind?

Brennan spotted him leaning against the memorial. He always came here when he was feeling down, but why wouldn't he talk to her? She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Booth…" she started. "Why won't you just talk to me?" Booth turned to her with a look of stone in his eyes.

"You told me to go," he said, quietly and coldly. Brennan froze in shock. Booth turned and walked back to his SUV. He pulled out of his parking spot and left the War Memorial, and Brennan, leaning against it.

And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I'm trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know..

Brennan pulled out of her parking spot at the Memorial soon after Booth had. But instead of following him, she went back to her apartment. She opened the door and walked over to her stereo. She opened the CD player and stared at the disc in it. ABBA Gold stared back up at her. It was the CD that Booth had brought. She put it back in its case and left her apartment again. Brennan got in her car and drove to Booth's apartment building. Her mind was spinning as she rode the elevator to his floor. What the hell am I doing? she asked herself as she walked to his door. Please tell me this is the right thing to do! She knocked on his door and it opened part-way.

What's the name of the game?
(Your smile and the sound of your voice)
Does it mean anything to you?
(Got a feeling you give me no choice)
But it means a lot,
what's the name of the game?
(Your smile and the sound of your voice)
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, 'cause I have to know
I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow

"Booth," said Brennan. Booth interrupted her.

"No," he said. "You told me to go, I left. Now I need to think." Booth closed the door. Brennan sighed and knocked on his door again. No answer. She contemplated breaking down the door, before calling his name.

"Booth!" she called. "Booth!" No answer. She sighed again and kicked at the door. She turned completely around and stared at the door with her hands on her hips. "Dammit Booth, I love you!" Then the door opened all the way.

"What did you say?" asked Booth slowly.

"Don't you ever listen to anything I say?" Brennan demanded. "I said I love you!" She sighed and looked at the ceiling before looking back at Booth. "I love you Seeley Booth and I always will."

Booth let go of the door and, without a word, he pulled Brennan to him and kissed her. When they broke apart, Brennan held out her hand. In it was the CD.

"I thought you might want this back," she said. Booth laughed.

"Keep it," he replied. "Then maybe you'll understand a pop culture reference every now and then." Brennan laughed.

Brennan pressed her lips to Booth's again and held on. Booth returned her kiss and wrapped his arms around her slim figure. Unfortunately for them, Booth's cell phone began to ring. He sighed and reached for it on the table.

"Booth," he said. He listened for a few moments before continuing. "Yes sir. I'll call her and we'll be right there." Booth hung up.

"New case?" questioned Brennan.

"Yeah," replied Booth, giving her another quick kiss. "But we can stop for food on the way there."

"Sounds good." Brennan smiled.

"Thai food," they said in unison.

"Deal," said Booth. He gave her a charm smile and they walked down to Booth's waiting SUV. Brennan turned on the radio and the end of a song came bursting out.

"Sorry," she said, and turned down the volume.

Just as Booth pulled into the parking lot of the take-out restaurant, the last verse of the song reached their ears:

The name of the game
(I was an impossible case)
Does it mean anything to you?
(But I think I can see in your face)
That it means a lot
What's the name of the game?
(Your smile and the sound of your voice)
Can you feel it the way I do?
(Got a feeling you give me no choice)
But it means a lot,
What's the name of the game?
(I was an impossible case)
Does it mean anything to you?
(But I think I can see in your face)
That it means a lot

And it made them smile, because they were happy they had found themselves, and knew the name of the game they were playing.

A/N: THE END!!! Hooray!! Only if ask so incredibly nicely (and I mean REALLY nicely) will you get another chapter. Hope you liked my ABBA spree!