Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been super busy with two community shows I was in. THANK GOD they're over cuz now I get to spend more time writing XD. Anyways, please ENJOY!

Chapter Three: Desperation

(Brennan POV)

As soon as we stepped outside Sweets' office, I began thinking about me and Booth; about us.

When we stepped into the elevator, the entire way down I thought about what could happen between us if one of us just came out and told the other how we felt.

As we walked through the lobby towards the doors, I knew that the person who would have to admit their feelings would have to be me.

As Bones began talking about where we should go to eat, I followed silently until I came to a decision.

"I'm the gambler." I said as soon as we reached the bottom of the steps, approaching the parking lot.

He stopped talking and walking and turned towards me, obviously confused and awaiting explanation.

"I'm the gambler." I repeated, looking up at him, though he was only a couple inches taller, if anything. "I believe in giving this a shot."

He looked confused for a minute. "What? You mean us?"

I nodded.

"But we can't. The FBI won't let us work together if we're in a romantic relationship..." Bones, always trying to rationalize everything.

But I knew better. I grabbed his jacket by the lapels and pulled his lips to mine, after saying, "Don't. There's no reason..." I cut myself off when I kissed him. For a couple of fleeting seconds I felt like I was right where I belonged. The kiss was desperate but I put as much feeling as I could into it, trying to tell him exactly how I felt without actually using words.

I barely realized that his hands were on my shoulders until he pushed me away. "No." He said simply, a tear falling down his cheek. I'd seen him cry only a handful of times. It took a lot for Seeley Booth to cry, so what was the matter now? I began to worry.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, searching his eyes frantically.

"You think everything's fine, but it's not." He said, tensely. "I'm a scientist."

"What?" I asked, frantically.

"I can't change."

"What are you-?"

"You said it yourself; The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome."

"Then let's go for a different outcome! Listen, when you talk to couples who have been together for thirty, or forty, or fifty years, it's always the woman that says 'I knew.' I knew! Right from the start. Please?"

But he shook his head no. "I'm sorry." he said.

I backed away from him and leaned against the railing, tears streaming down my face.

There was a moment of terse silence before he spoke again. "Can we still work together?" I could hear the desperation in his voice, and I could feel my heart breaking even more at the thought of never seeing him again, so I nodded.

He gave me a weak smile which I failed to return. "But I have to move on. I have to find the person who's willing to spend the next thirty or forty or fifty years with me."

He nodded. "I understand."

But did he really? That's what I asked myself as I began walking towards my SUV and he put his arm around me, in an attempt to comfort me.

It worked some, but I could still feel the heartbreak, and I knew I'd never stop feeling it as long as he denied me. It was near impossible.

I know it's sad but I feel that's what Booth may have felt when Brennan denied him so I felt the need to incorporate it into the story. I hope you liked it and I hope you REVIEW!