Again, they're not mine. By the way, the title of this story is borrowed from the title of song from the Broadway Production/ Movie "Oklahoma" whose two main characters are forced to face the feelings they have fro each other that everyone besides them found pretty obvious. Sound familiar to anyone??

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for the response I got to the first chapter!! I've never even got half that many reviews on a story before:)


"You have got to be kidding me!" Brennan glared at Booth. "You think this is my fault?"

"Hey, I'm pretty sure the gossip is about both of us. You tell me people say we're in love, emphasis on the we."

"I really don't think that there is any aspect of my behavior toward you that merits the label of unpartnerlike."

Booth raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? You can't think of anything?"

"No," she said confidently.

"Well Bones," he said leading her back to the recently vacated seat across from his desk, "allow me to enlighten you."

Brennan groaned, why did she have to endure this? This whole mess was his fault. She thought she had been clear in her list of rules and if he'd only listen to her, not that he ever did, their problem would go away. She was sure of it.

Really? The proverbial angel on her shoulder asked her, you really think that those urges you get every once in a while don't manifest themselves in their own little ways? You don't think that maybe, you might be culpable as well? Brennan cleared her mind quickly as Booth began to talk, making sure to paste her sourest look on her face.

"Number one," he said as he grinned smugly at her. "You need to stop staring at me."

Brennan's jaw dropped. "You have an ego the size of Texas, you know that? When do I stare at you?"

"Oh, I can think of a few occasions, not the least of which being our trip to Las Vegas where I recall I spent quite a lot of time without a shirt on and you couldn't take your eyes off me. I have to say though, it made our little charade all the more convincing since you spent so much time ogling me."

Brennan's face turned red as she spluttered: "You arrogant . . . conceited . . . "

Booth cut her off. "Now Bones," he said sweetly, "don't say anything you might regret."

She looked ready to haul off and hit him so Booth pressed on, taking advantage of her momentary inability to form a complete sentence.

"Number Two: If you're going to complain about me touching you, there is one little fact that I feel obliged to point out . . . you let me."

Brennan gaped at him, "I don't let you, in fact, I recall asking you many times to stop treating me like I'm directionally challenged and have to be led everywhere. I only stopped asking you because I couldn't seem to get it through your thick head and got tired of trying."

Liar.

"Bones, I seem to recall everyone, barring Angela . . . and me of course, getting drop kicked for laying a finger on you. Thanks for that, by the way."

"No problem," she said through gritted teeth, how could one man make her so angry? She shoved the angel off of her shoulder, not about to let anyone talk her into being rational right now and considering that maybe, just maybe she deserved the things he was accusing her of. So maybe she didn't mind it sometimes when he lifted her chin with his hand or rubbed her back soothingly when she was having a hard day . . . but it didn't mean anything!

"Thirdly," he began with what seemed to Brennan an almost predatory look on his face, "you really need to stop talking about sex around me. People may start to think that's all that occupies your mind when we're together. Oh, and stop bringing up my girlfriends all the time too."

"I do not . . . "

"I can't count the number of tines you brought up Tessa when we were dating and don't think I don't know what you had Angela do."

Brennan racked her brain trying to remember what she had had Angela do for her that had anything to do with Tessa. She regarded Booth with a confused look on her face, causing Booth to take pity on her and explain.

"Didn't you have her spy on Tessa for you when we first started working together?"

Brennan's anger flared. "How could you think I would do something like that? Something so base and shallow. I thought you knew me better than that Booth," she finished quietly.

Booth suddenly felt extremely guilty. "Sorry for the assumption Bones."

"You should be," she said coldly.

Her chilly tone brought Booth back to the situation at hand, reminding him of her accusations and he launched again into his newly improvised list of rules for Bones regarding their relationship.

"Number four, you do realize that it is me you call whenever you get into trouble don't you?"

"I resent that. I do not get into trouble, I merely find myself in situations where your specific expertise would come in handy, so logically I would call you."

"Admit it Bones, you need me. Don't deny it," his look, being mildly triumphant, provided Brennan with a renewed burst of frustration. Her facial expressions were conjuring up images in Booth's mind of a time bomb about to detonate. He smiled at her and she seemed to soften, if only a little bit.

"Number five, you really need to stop being so nice to me Bones," he smirked at her.

"When am I nice to you?" she asked, looking at him like he'd just sprouted a third head.

"That one was a joke."

"Oh. . . . Not funny."

Awkward pause.

"Moving on . . . "

"No, Booth, we're done here. I can't listen to this anymore, you're just angry that I called you on your inappropriate actions and you can't stand that I'm right, yet again. Get over it Booth. Once your ego has recovered, we'll talk."

Brennan rose to leave and Booth crossed the room in a few quick strides and backed her up against the door of his office. He smiled as he heard her breath catch in her throat and he could swear he saw her eyes move down to his lips before flying up to meet his gaze.

"Number six, " he said quietly as he put his mouth gently to her ear and whispered. He felt her shiver against him. "I'm not the only one who doesn't seem to understand personal physical boundaries. Who has initiated most of the hugging in this relationship? Who can only seem to put an inch between us during heated debates? Who," he paused," kissed me on the cheek a couple weeks ago in front of her own brother? No, no, no Bones, I don't think it's me that has trouble keeping distance between us."

Brennan struggled to regain her composure, seeking to retrieve the ground she was quickly losing in this argument. Would it undermine all her previous accusations if she kissed him right now? Probably.

"Stop it," she said in a breathy whisper.

"Stop what Bones?" said Booth innocently. He was gong to call her bluff and hopefully get her to realize, preferably without force, what he had known for some time now. When people said they had a thing for each other, Booth had decided recently, they knew just what they were talking about. Now if Bones would only figure it out.

"Stop this?" he asked as he lightly brushed his lips against hers. He felt her begin to respond, but just as quickly she stiffened and pulled away from him.

"I really need to get back to the lab" she said anxiously as she pushed him away, opened the door and headed for the elevator with an added quickness to her step.

Damn! Booth thought. He was not going to let her get away so easily. This was one time when she was not going to run; not if he had anything to say about it!


Hope you enjoyed part two!! I guess it's going to be three parts now. The third part will be the hardest, I always have such a hard time when it comes to actually getting them together. So please warm my heart, becuase it's pretty darn cold right now, up here in the Great White North, and leave me a review!! Please? Look I said the magic word:)