I'm so so so so so so so so so so sorry! I've been so busy rehearsing for the TWO plays I'm doing this summer that I forgot all about my stories! But, I promise I will try harder to update as much as I can, and I'll also try to write more. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter Two: Present Day
(Narrator POV)
"Wait," Sweets said, interrupting their story, "you kissed?"
Booth and Brennan smiled at each other and nodded.
"Yeah," Brennan said, smiling softly, "we did."
Booth turned to Sweets. "There was tongue contact." He said simply.
Sweets sighed and sat back in his chair. "I think I need a drink."
Brennan sat up and went to the psychologist's mini-fridge, pulling out a small bottle of water.
"Got any cups, Sweets?" she asked.
Sweets nodded and pointed to a small cupboard above the fridge weakly.
Brennan pulled a glass out of the cupboard and poured the water into the glass, and handed it to the distressed psychologist.
When he had taken a couple of very uneasy, shaky sips of his water, he looked up at the two partners now sitting next to each other across from him on the couch.
It was so painfully obvious that they were in love, even if his book could be proven false due to the fact that he missed their first case. They would do anything for each other, that much was made obvious by the many times they saved each other's lives, the looks they gave each other, and the fact that Brennan had already come clean about her feelings for Booth.
But, for some reason, they refused to say the words to each other. Though he knew the real reason that Booth wouldn't come clean is because he's been left by so many people that he allowed himself to love, even his own family, and Brennan understood that. She understood that he needed time, and, in Sweets' opinion, he'd had more than enough time to get used to the idea of loving somebody like Brennan, so why were they fighting this.
Sweets sighed. "I don't know how I could have missed that." He said, leaning back miserably in his chair.
"Well, you weren't here when we had our first case and we're just telling you about it now. Though, that's only because of the incorrect conclusion in your book." Booth explained, not quite getting what Sweets was saying.
"That's not what I- No. What I mean is that one of you has to have the courage to break the stalemate you're in." He turned instantly to Brennan. "You!" Brennan jumped, and gave him a confused look. "It has to be you, because you're the gambler. For once, make that work for you."
Brennan looked from Sweets to Booth, silently cursing the psychologist for putting him in such an awkward situation, although Booth didn't seem the least bit fazed.
After a couple moments of uncomfortable silence, Brennan stood up. "Who's hungry?" she said, looking at Booth.
Booth shrugged. "I could eat." He said, standing up. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hanger and put it on, then helped Brennan with hers. "What do you think? Diner?"
Brennan nodded, relieved that he was unabashed by Sweets' insisting. "I think that would be a good idea." She turned to Sweets, who still had a miserable look on his face, mixed with something that Brennan identified as shock, but she didn't mention it. All she said, as they walked out of Sweets' office was, "Are you going to be all right?"
Sweets nodded and waved her out. Brennan nodded back and closed the door behind her, while Sweets let out a large sigh and threw his manuscript in the trash.
I know all of you know what happens next, right? Hehe but I think I'm just gonna make you wait, like always! XD Pleas REVIEW!