Chapter 2 – Therapy is Not Such Good Idea Right Now

He had not slept all weekend. He had nothing to distract him from his newly accepted feelings for Bones: it was not his weekend with Parker, there was no active investigation, and he didn't have any personal plans. He had simply puttered around the house all weekend flipping through television stations and thinking about Temperance Brennan.

He was thankful for Monday and hoped that the day would provide him with the necessary distractions while he worked through the issue. As he headed to his office under the strain of a lack of sleep combined with heavy DC traffic, he nearly jumped at the sound of his cell phone. He flipped it open without checking the screen, "Booth."

"Are you coming to pick me up, or not?" The purpose laden voice of Bones chimed through the receiver.

At the unexpected sound of her voice, he nearly swerved into oncoming traffic. The reality of her voice after days of contemplation really did a number on his senses. "Pick you up? My aren't we bossy this morning. Good Morning Booth. How was your weekend? None of the niceties, eh?"

"Sorry. You know me; I get straight to the point. So, are you on way over to the lab?" Of course, she was already at the lab.

"..And exactly why am I being dubbed the chauffer this lovely Monday morning." He chided.

"Well, for one thing, you always insist on driving so I thought it would be illogical for me to offer to pick you up, and for another, we have an appointment with your favorite 12 year old this morning." He could tell that she was relaxing a little trying to join in his light-hearted tone. The change in her voice made him smile.

"I completely forgot. I will be right there to get you." Damn. This was not the time for therapy especially since he could not discuss what needed to be discussed compounded by the fact that Sweets insisted on poking and prodding them about personal issues in these sessions. He usually enjoyed the sessions with Sweets. He liked teasing the young psychologist and he really liked watching Bones battle her demons in a realm in which she was not entirely comfortable. For a woman who does not appreciate psychology, she certainly has a lot of it.

He composed himself as he made the familiar walk to her office. This was just another day like so many others before it. He was in control.

"Hey there Bones. Any skeletons in your closet that I should know about?"

"You are very cheerful this morning." She replied without looking up from her computer. He was used to this kind of reaction and generally appreciated her ability to maintain focus during most situations.

"Well, our world appears to be murder-free for the moment and I get to spend the next hour or so making fun of Sweets so there is plenty to be cheerful about. Are you ready to leave?"

"Sure, just let me finish this paragraph." He got the feeling that she was working on her new book. How the heck did she manage to stay on top of so many things at once? She can go from best-selling author to brilliant scientist in a split second. What else was she capable of handling? He stretched on the sofa and watched her work in silence.

Within minutes, she looked up and caught him staring at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what? Hey, you beckoned me to your office and as the dutiful FBI Agent that I am I came to answer your call for assistance. You are the one who is keeping me waiting here." He was afraid that he sounded a little defensive, but it did not seem to faze her.

"I'm ready." She said removing her lab coat and grabbing her bag. He instinctively gravitated to her side placing his hand on the small of her back while guiding her out of the office.

He enjoyed being in the car with Bones. They were alone together and trapped. No matter how serious their conversations or disagreements, they could not get away from each other in the car. This is where they had worked through many of the most serious aspects of their cases. This is where they had shared the most. He also enjoyed the proximity. She was there within reach and that gave him a sense of calm. On top of that, he was in control in the car. He could drive her anywhere and she would be powerless—he would have to remember that. Right now, they had someplace to be.

"Why so quiet?" She interrupted his thoughts. "Did you have Parker this weekend?"

"No Parker this weekend. It was a very quiet weekend at home. How about you?"

"Well, I spent quite a long time in modulated bone storage this weekend. All of our cases have kept me from my other duties at the Jeffersonian. I worked on six different sets of remains and managed to identify them all. I also did some work on my book." She said with the unmistakable air of pride and satisfaction that was so characteristic of her.

"You work too much, you know. There is more to life than skeletons."

"Well, I did have a date on Saturday night." She said in defense.

He felt an all too familiar pang of jealously and instinctively resorted to sarcasm, "Really, did he have an actual pulse and, you know, skin?"

"Booth, you know that I don't appreciate that tone. Yes, he is very nice and we had a good time. You know, even someone like me needs to make connections with other people. Even someone like me has biological urges that need to be satisfied."

Had she slept with her date? The mere implication gave him a sour taste in his mouth. He had to admit that he was relieved that she was at least trying to get out of the lab. He just wanted to be the person that she turned to satisfy biological urges. Wait a minute, had he really just thought that? He hadn't even considered the physical implications of his feelings over the weekend. He was so focused on gaining entrance into her heart and soul that he had ignored the sexual beauty of this woman as well as his growing attraction toward her. Of course, he always thought she was attractive. Who wouldn't? But, he had buried those thoughts so deeply over the past three years that it took the emotional revelations of his feelings in combination with jealousy to let them out again.

"I know Bones." This was all he could manage to say. He parked the car and they headed up to Sweets office in silence.

They sat down in Sweets office, waiting for him to finish speaking with the secretary in the waiting room. Booth looked over at Bones and wondered what she was thinking. This was a dangerous game for him to play, however, because she could be preoccupied with any number of scientific phenomena. Still, he liked to hear her thought process when they worked on cases. He would never admit it to her, but he actually found her work fascinating. She understood things that he never could. In turn, he felt secure in the knowledge that he understood some things that she did not.

"What are you thinking about Booth? You have such a concentrated look on your face."

"It is funny you should ask that question, because I was just wondering what you were thinking about. I was afraid to ask for fear that you would start telling me about bone density or something else that I wouldn't understand or really care about."

The gave each other a small smile of recognition that no matter how different their respective worlds were, they were always in sync with one another.

"Am I interrupting something," Sweets said as he sauntered into the room. "Sorry to keep you two waiting."

"No problem" The both said in unison.

Sweets settled into his chair and opened his mouth to get things started when Booth's phone started ringing.

"Booth." After a few minutes of listening and jotting notes, he got off the phone and tucked it into his pocket. Saved by the bell, he thought to himself. "Well, as much fun as this is, we have some bones, Bones," and ushered her out of the room leaving Sweets with his mouth hanging open staring after them.