At six fifteen, Booth entered Brennan's office.

"Let's go, Bones. We've got a meeting to go to."
"Okay, just let me get my coat."

"So, did you finish your book, Bones?" Booth asked her as they walked out the steps of the Jeffersonian.
"Yes, I did." She replied proudly. "Did you?"
"Um, no…not yet." He admitted.

She smirked as she walked toward the passenger side door.

"What? Bones, mine had like 75 more pages than yours, and I only have like 50 pages to go, so I guess I still read more than you." He grinned as he opened the driver side door.

"Well" she huffed. "It's not a competition." She moved to put her seatbelt on.
"What's not a competition?"
"Oh, Dr. Sweets! I didn't know you were back there."
"Yes, Bones…Sweets wanted to come along, so I said yes."
"He made you sit in the car and wait?"
Booth laughed.

"And, Dr. Sweets, were you in the backseat the whole time?" Brennan smiled.

Booth laughed again.

"Ah, yes Dr. Brennan. Apparently that's your seat."

Brennan looked at Booth, and he stopped laughing and swallowed.
"Yes, it is." She let the corner of her mouth tip into a small smile as she looked out the window, missing the surprised look her partner gave her.

The three passengers fell into a silence, a rather uncomfortable silence not lost on the third party in the backseat.

"Is this how it always is between you two in the car?"
"Yes"-Booth

"No"-Brennan

"Ah, I see." Sweets smiled. "What is it normally like, Dr. Brennan?"
"Well, usually we go over whatever case we are working on."
"Go ahead…" Sweets encouraged.

Brennan and Booth looked at each other…
"Ah…I get it…you usually argue with each other in the car, when no one can see you. And you don't want me to see it. I get it. Interesting…."
"No, Sweets. It's not 'interesting'. And besides, we don't…'argue'…we…we…" Booth looked at Brennan for the right word.
"We discuss" Brennan volunteered.
"Yeah, Sweets…we discuss." Booth smiled at her.

"So then discuss…don't mind me."
"Okay, Bones…what do we know so far?"
"Well, nothing new, really. Did you discover anything about the Harriet Smith from the book?"
"Well, she was shy. Emma was always trying to get her hooked up with guys. First, a real creep named Elton, then there was a confusion between this Frank Churchill guy and Mr. Knightly, but I think it will all work out. Meanwhile, Harriet is love with Robert Martin who works for Mr. Knightley, but Emma says he's not good enough for her. It's kind of confusing, and I'm not sure if any of it will apply to this case."



"Okay" Brennan pondered this.

They were silent for a few more moments. Booth could feel Sweets analyzing them and he didn't like it. He tried to think of something to say.

"Ah, Sweets, guess what? Bones here, she's never dipped Oreos in milk. Can you believe it?"
"Wow, Dr. Brennan, really?"
"Booth…that's private!" she hissed.
"What? Bones, are you serious?"

"Yes…that is personal…I told you that in private." Her eyes flashed.

"Bones…you're serious…you think that was private?" Booth laughed. "Are you joking?"
"Why would I be joking?" she seemed actually confused.
"Bones, last night, you made me stand in line at the bookstore with his and her copies of The Joy of Sex while you went to the bathroom!"

"Fascinating" Sweets poked his head between the driver and passenger seats.

"Sweets!" Booth snapped his fingers and indicated with his thumb. "Back up."

"What does that matter, Booth?"
"Bones, are you serious? It made it look like I needed those books!" He gave an uncomfortable laugh. "And…no, ey yo, no way…Seeley Booth, he does not need books. No…no, no, no…"

Brennan rolled her eyes, and looked back at Sweets. "They are for Angela; she asked for them for her birthday."
Sweets smiled. "And…I'm okay with that."

Brennan turned back to Booth. "You see Booth, Sweets has no problem with people embracing their sexuality. You shouldn't either."
"Look Bones, I know how to embrace my sexuality, okay?"

Sweets snickered.

"No…Sweets, that's…that's not what I meant. That's not what she meant." Booth stammered. "That's not what you meant, right, Bones?" He whispered.

"Right, Booth…but it is nice that you can admit it."
"What? No…NO…not…not admitting anything….no…" he whistled and clicked his tongue "no…not…no, no, no…"

"Still, Agent Booth…it's worth examining that you…"
"Oh, hey, look, we're here." Booth interrupted. "What a bummer. Guess we'll have to finish this discussion never." he continued as he got out of the truck.