chapie three! weee!!! no own bones, etc.

whatever.

Booth plopped into his car, and sighed, trying to calm himself down. He didn't know what was going on, he just knew he was mesmerized by her. She seemed to make time stand still, as cliché as it sounded. He didn't know what to do. He started the car and drove home, finally knowing what secret he wanted to write about.

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Brennan sat in her car smiling; she was pleased with herself. She had certainly caught Booth unaware, but as she thought back to the moment, she realized she did more than she intended. She didn't mean to whisper in his ear, she had gotten stuck in the temperature of the moment…wait, what was it that Booth said? Oh yeah, heat of the moment…and she was nervous. How would he react? What should she say? She started her car, finally figuring out the secret that plagued her rational thoughts with doubt.

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Booth arrived at his apartment and sighed, sitting in front of his computer. He opened word and stared at the blank document. How do I start this? He knew what he wanted to write, but he didn't know where to begin. He smiled as he remembered Dr. Wyatt's words…right…begin at the beginning. He began typing and did not stop until he was done. He smiled at the document and printed it. Done Dr. Wyatt, I did what you want, and now you can leave me alone with my thoughts. He smiled and stapled the paper and turned on his television.

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Brennan arrived at her apartment, and set her keys on the kitchen counter and sat on the couch. She pulled out her laptop and began writing her book. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't concentrate on it. She sighed, and gave into her thoughts. Then she had an idea and pulled out her laptop and began typing the essay for Dr. Wyatt. The essay in her mind made complete rational sense, but that sense was not translated into words, and she stared in shock at the raw emotion her essay exposed. She printed it and sighed. She would have to do another draft. Suddenly her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Brennan, this is Dr. Wyatt. I know how task oriented you are and I was wondering if you wrote your paper today." Brennan bit her lip. She didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to hand it over. Dr. Wyatt read her silence perfectly.

"Excellent, I will come pick it up in a few minutes." He hung up and Brennan shut her phone in panic. She called the only person she knew would be there.

"Booth."

"Thank god you answered Booth, this is Brennan, Dr. Wyatt is coming over to pick up my essay...he knows I have it done. I just wrote a draft, it's not ready, I can't turn it in." Booth sighed.

"Hey, I wrote a draft too, if you want I will turn mine in with you, and then we both can be done with it, okay?" Brennan smiled in relief.

"Okay, he is coming to my apartment; if you hurry you might beat him."

"See you in a couple of minutes Bones."

"Bye." Brennan hung up the phone and waited anxiously. She didn't know what was going to happen, she just wanted it to be over. Ten minutes later there was a knock at her door. She opened the door, and Booth smiled with his paper in his hand.

"Hey, I brought mine." He waved his essay and sat on her couch.

"I see you still need a TV, Bones." Brennan shrugged.

"I really see no use for it." Booth chuckled.

"You gotta keep up with the world." Then there was another knock at the door. Brennan hesitated, and Booth answered the door.

"Hello Agent Booth, do you have your essay for me?" Silently and quickly he snatched the essays from their hands and smiled at the two. "Excellent, now you two have a good summer, and don't worry about me." He left the room, and Brennan bit her lip in worry. Booth crossed the room, and came to stand right next to her.

"Bones, you okay?" Brennan nodded, and sighed.

"That essay, I wasn't thinking when I was writing it, the words…the words…they just came out of me." Booth smiled.

"So you wrote with your heart and not your mind…good, because I did too." Brennan nodded.

"What did you write about?" Booth shrugged.

"A secret…you?" Brennan nodded.

"Same thing." Booth smiled.

"Cool." They remained in an awkward silence, until…

"I think I should go…" Booth said, and began walking towards the door.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Booth smirked.

"But it's summer Bones." Brennan looked at the ground.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." He smiled.

"Ten o'clock at the lab?" Brennan smiled and nodded.

"I'll be there."

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R&R... :-) that never gets old