A/N: Thank you so much for everybody, and I mean, everybody who left a review!!! I was so happy to see that you all liked the first chapter!!! I hope you like the second one too!!!

So, as promised, here it is. I know everyone wants them to work their problems and go back together, but them what would be the point to write the fic, right? So hang in there and enjoy the path towards happiness that they will take. I have the entire story line worked out in my head, and I only ask you to be patient!

The lyrics in the fic is from "Say it right", by Nelly Furtado.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the song "Say it Right", by Nelly Furtado.

A month later...

How long does it take to forget someone you love? A month had proven itself not nearly enough time for Brennan. As she remained working with Booth she felt the old wounds resurfacing every once in a while during a fight or just a heated argument. After Epps's escape and the clown shooting she fought with herself to keep a safe distance from Booth. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay, but she knew that her presence would only disturb him further.

Getting a temporary new partner was not in her plans, but his company turned out to be relaxing. He was always in a good mood, never worried about anything. Spending time with him outside of work was very pleasant. He would take her somewhere different, laugh with her, flirt a bit, and he always had his own charm smile. But for some reason, she still couldn't give in to his charms and accept his date invitations. She would smile; say thank you and she would tell him that she wasn't ready. And that, she really wasn't.

Booth still occupied a big part of her life, even after their break-up. He was her partner, in every sense of the word, but some things changed. She just wished that she could get her friendship back, because she could handle loosing her boyfriend, but loosing her best friend was more that she could bear.

She scribed her signature in the reports Booth had dropped earlier that day. The day was going slow, and even though Booth was back as her partner they didn't have a case, so the lab was quiet. Dropping her head in her hands she closed her eyes for a bit of rest. A knock on her door made her head snap up.

"Hi," said Sully as he entered her office, walking towards the chair in front of her desk.

"Hi," she responded, curious as to why he was there.

"So, is it today that you will finally stop fighting your attraction for me and give in to my charms by going out with me?" She was shocked at how blunt he was. Usually she was the one with the blunt truth.

"What makes you think I'm fighting any feeling for you?" she asked, laughing at him.

"Because, it's inevitable. I'm very good looking, a nice guy…"

"Modest," she said mocking.

"That too. I'm not going to stand here quoting every quality I have because there are many. So, what do you say?" he asked lifting one eyebrow suggestively with a smile, "Want to get down tonight with me?"

"I don't know what that means," she said.

"Angela wants all of us to go clubbing. She even called me witch is why I'm here, to convince you to come. To get down, to dance and drink with me and the squints".

"I don't know. I'm not sure…" if she was honest to herself, her fear was to bump into Booth at the club. What if Angela invited him too?

"Come on Temperance, it will be fun, and I know you haven't gone out for a while," for a month to be exact, "Just amuse me and your friends. Please?" and there it was. Puppy eyes, pleading hands, the whole package. She considered it for a while. She could really use some fun time to take out all the stress.

"Okay, I surrender. I'll go with you," she said throwing her hands up, "Pick me up at eight?"

"I'll be there," he said as he crossed the desk and leaned in, planting a soft kiss in her cheeks, "See you then," and with that he was gone, leaving Brennan smiling as she touched the spot he kissed. Maybe she could have some fun tonight.

The hard beat of the music was felt in her heart as Brennan downed what seemed to be the fourth drink that night. Her fears were confirmed when she stepped into the crowded club to find her friends sitting at a table in the second floor, along with the one and only Agent Booth. Quick pleasantries were exchanged, but no real conversation was made. The air was thick with awkwardness, and Angela was the first to try to lessen the mood.

"So, now we are all going to get really drunk and enjoy the fact that we just finished another day of work, because tomorrow the hangover will probably remember us why we shouldn't drink on a week day. But we can worry tomorrow", she said as she downed the shot of tequila in her hands, followed by Brennan, Hodgins and Cam. Zach had already too much and was on the verge of passing out while Booth and Sully weren't drinking, figuring that someone had to stay sober to get everybody home safe, especially a copper haired anthropologist.

Brennan wasn't drunk, she knew how to hold her liquor, and her senses were still alert enough to register the fleeting glances she was receiving from her ex-boyfriend. He couldn't do anything but stare at her, like he always did. His eyes wandered over her, her loose hair, the pale cleavage exposed by the red top she was in, over her long legs fitted in her black pants. And he smiled when he saw the black high heels shoes she was wearing. He knew how much she hated those.

As for Sully, he wasn't stupid or blind. He knew about the past relationship between Booth and Brennan, but he also knew that it was over. He was Booth's friend, and he knew the agent still had feelings for her, but he couldn't walk away. She was too much to walk away from.

When he saw her down the fifth glass of liquor he heard the slow beat of a familiar song start playing. Standing up he offered his hand to her.

"Want to dance?" He was aware of everybody's eyes on him, especially Booth's. And everybody was aware of his intentions towards Brennan, especially Booth. She looked hesitant, almost panicked, but the way he looked at her melted her resistance. His eyes were soft and kind and his lips formed a hesitant smile as he tried to hide his fear of rejection. So she took his hand and smiled, letting herself be guided to the dance floor.

"Oh, boy," whispered Hodgins to his girlfriend while he watched Booth gripping his glass with force enough to break it.

"This is not going to be easy, but he had to see it coming," said Angela, felling sorry for the agent in front of her. As much as she wanted to help, she knew he stopped listening to her a long time. So she did the only thing she could do; she sat back to enjoy the show.

Brennan held tight to Sully's hand, fearing that she would get lost in the crowd. As they slowly ascended the stairs she continued to listen to the beat of the song.

In the day, in the night
Say it right, say it all
Either got it, or you don't
You either stand, or you fall

When your will is broken
When it slips from your hands
When there's no time to joking
There's a hope in my plans

Standing in the middle of the dance floor Brennan stood in front of Sully with her back turned to him as they started to sway to the music. She was surprised at how well they fitted together. One of his hands on her hip, the other in her stomach they slowly rocked their bodies in the rhythm

Oh, you don't mean nothing at all to me
No, you don't mean nothing at all to me
Do you get what it takes to set me free?
Oh, you could mean everything to me

Booth watched as Sully's hands held her body, watched as she rocked her hips with his, her arms locked behind his neck. He fought the urge to get down there and punch Sully until he couldn't stand up strait, but that would only make everything worst. So he silently watched the exchange, remembering something from ages ago.

"Tell me you'll always be with me," he said as he kissed and sucked her neck, her collar bone, between her breasts, her navel.

"I'm here," she said between moans, "Always will be."

And his she was, a long time ago.

I can't say that I'm not
Lost and at fault
I can't say that I don't
Love to lie in the dark

I can't say, that I don't
Know that I am alive
And all of what I feel
I could show you tonight
You tonight

She could fell his hot breath on her neck, his warm hands on her body. And she didn't felt like pulling away. This felt right, like nothing felt for a long time. Turning herself towards him, she locked her arms in his neck, looking into his eyes. In a moment, a silent decision was made between them. Their heads inclined slowly, and their breath mingled before their lips met, tentative at first, testing the waters, but neither pulled away. So she opened her mouth, inviting him and their tongs met.

Oh, you don't mean nothing at all to me
No, you don't mean nothing at all to me
Do you get what it takes to set me free?
Oh, you could mean everything to me.

His hands held her tight, one on her back and the other now entangled in her hair. Forgetting the world, all they felt was each other's taste. And it felt good, and right. Pulling apart, she rested her head on his as they continued to dance slowly to the sensual beat.

"Let me show you how good this can be," he whispered in her ear, kissing a path on her neck, tasting her pulse.

"Is that a line, Agent Sully?" she asked breathless, enjoying the way he was teasing her neck.

"Let's get out of here," he said as he reached for her hand, pulling her from the dance floor towards the table they were previously in.

From my hands I could give you
Something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you
Another brick that I laid

From my body I could show you
A place God Knows
You should know space is holy
Do you really wanna go?

They climbed the stairs and joined their friends as Booth kept his eyes focused on her, analyzing her movements.

"We're going. See you tomorrow," said Sully as he waved goodbye while Brennan kissed Angela good night, earning a wink from the artist.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" whispered Angela in Brennan's ear as she hugged her.

"Yes," Brennan whispered back, smiling softly at Angela as she waved the rest goodbye, even at Booth as he refused to meet her eyes. Taking Sully's hand, she let herself be guided out of the club.

I know you want to kill me right now, but please don't because then I won't be able to finish the fic. The third chapter will be up by tonight or tomorrow morning, I promise!!!

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