A/N: Special thanks to: ScullyBones, RowdyRomantic and ashley286 for helping me with this chapter, your ideas inspired me to make this more than a oneshot! And I have incorporated some of all of your ideas into this chapter and the next (final) chapter. (So if your idea was not in this chapter it will be in the next chapter, promise!)

The three of you, and all of the reviews, favorites and alerts seriously helped me write this chapter, I had absolutely NO intention of making it anything more. Thanks so much!

I'm going out of town later this week but I should be able to write at least part of the final chapter while I'm gone. Expect an update by the end of next week.

Chapter 2: Fight

Booth opens his door tiredly. He has been at the gym since getting off work and it is now past ten thirty. His sniper reflexes, which never seemed to dull or soften over the years, kicks into gear and he snaps on the light. Bones sits there in the newly illuminated living room, in a sports bra, cut off tshirt and tight spandex pants that end just below her knee.

"Bones," Booth squeaks out

"Booth." She states calmly. Her arms are crossed. Her right knee dangles over her left leg and her heel is tapping a steady beat into his hardwood floor.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get in."

"You gave me a key a year ago, Booth."

"Oh. Right. But, but why are you here?"

"I need to talk to you."

"And you couldn't call? You had to wait here, in the dark, on my couch?"

"Yes. I figured this way you can't hang up on me."

"Why would I hang up on you?"

"Because."

"O...k. What's up Bones? Spit it out."

"I saw you."

"What?"

"At the gym. I saw you at the gym. Booth, you were bench pressing two hundred pounds. Without a spotter! What were you thinking?"

"Wait, you SAW me..."

But she cuts him off, "and then the punching bag? Booth, the damn thing snapped off the chain. Why, why are you pushing yourself like this?"

He laughs, without any resemblence to humor, he laughs.

"You broke into my house and waited here to discuss my work out habits?"

"They arent healthy Booth!"

"What were you doing at my gym anyway?"

"I switched gyms. That's my new gym too. And don't deflect the question!"

"What? What is the big deal? I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm doing great. Everything is great."

"Don't you dare lie to me Booth."

"I'm not..."

She cuts him off again, "yes you are!"

"Fine! Ok? I'm stressed out and working out makes things easier alright?"

"Why haven't you talked to me?"

He snorts, damning himself for even having this conversation with her.

"We're partners Booth. You have to talk to me."

"I can't!"

"Can't what?"

"Can't talk to you! This...this whole thing, it's all your fault and I can't...I can't Bones, I can't."

"Oh. I see."

She stands akwkardly.

"Um, I'll just leave then."

"Bones," he begins, realizing too late that he has said the wrong thing and she has misunderstood him. He damns himself twice.

"It's fine Booth. I'll see you tomorrow when you pick up the case files."

"Bones, please, don't,"

"Actually, why don't I just send them by courrior? Save you the trip."

"No, no, please, just listen." He's begging and he doesn't even care, but she is still leaving, her hand grasping desperately for the door.

He slams it shut before she can open it more than two inches and she spins, nervous when she sees he is only inches away from him.

"Booth..."

"No, Bones please listen."

He takes a breath, his hand still on the door and blocking her escape. She twists her head nervously, looking at her his sneakers.

"You...you make me crazy."

Her head snaps up, fury mingling with hurt.

"I can't handle it Bones, you just wind me up without even realizing it and it makes me go crazy. Those tight skirts, the low necklines. And always fucking touching me! I dunno if you know this Bones, but it's pretty distracting."

Before she can fully appreciate the fact that yes, it HAD been working, he plows on.

"And I won't, can't let myself feel that Bones. Our partnership, our friendship, means so much more to me and I know you aren't interested, I know you're not doing any of this on purpose and it's just hard controlling myself all the time."

"What if I was doing it on purpose?" She whispers.

"Wha...?"

"What if I was doing all of that on purpose, hoping you'd finally do something but knowing that no matter what our friendship means more than anything."

"You...you've been doing all that?"

She nods shyly. She never anticipated a conversation about this. She always assumed that should anything happen he would just snap and there would never be a need for it.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"What?" She asks dumbfounded.

"You...you've been doing this. Knowing, hoping that it would do this to me." he's angry and she's not quite clear as to why, but that doesn't stop her from becoming angry in return.

"I was HOPING it would finally give you the balls to make a move," she snaps.

"I didn't know you wanted any of this! I didn't think it was time yet, if we could do this without screwing everything else up!"

"What NOW you think logically? You said you believed in fate, in soulmates, in breaking the laws of psychics! And after five ears of listening to it, I finally start to understand and YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?"

"What? No! I just didn't think you were ready yet!"

"Well I thought I was being clear!"

"Well obviously you weren't!"

"Well now you know!"

"Great!"

She spins on her heel, swings open the door and slams it behind her with a resounding smack.

Booth leans against his door, head on his wrist and closed fist, wondering when that conversation has gone so terribly wrong.

A/N: Review please, it will bring the last chapter sooner!