She sits there watching him as he does paperwork. She thinks to herself and finds her thoughts making her sad, this wasn't at all what she had expected. After all, maybe in a different time, and place, under different circumstances, maybe they could be together. No, not maybe, they would be together. What was stopping them? Oh wait he didn't know that she was madly in love with him, and that it was all she could do to keep from telling him. Why couldn't things just be simple. Why couldn't she just tell him? What was stopping her? Oh right, she didn't want to have her heart ripped from her chest when he told her that he didn't feel the same. She didn't want to lose him, as a friend, and a partner. She could live with things the way they were. She didn't sleep, but she could live with it.
He looks up at her. He smiles for a second before clearing his throat and asking her, "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing," she lies.
"You weren't just staring at me?"
"Sorry," she apologizes.
"Don't be sorry," he tells her.
"I was just... I was just caught up in thought,"
"That happens to you a lot,"
"I know," she admits.
"Are you ok?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You've just been acting really weird lately," he admits.
"Sorry. I've just been really distracted lately,"
"By what?"
"Nothing. It isn't important," she lies.
"Seriously what's been distracting you?" he pushes.
They were here alone it was well after ten, and it had been dark for hours. If she told him no one would hear but him, and he wouldn't tell anyone else. She takes a deep breath and answers him, "You. You've been distracting me," she admits shamefully.
"I'm sorry. Why didn't you say something? I would have stopped whatever it is I'm doing to distract you,"
"I don't think you could,"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't stop being you," she admits.
"What?"
"Nothing. I shouldn't be telling you this, it's crossing the line. Let's just get back to our paperwork," she suggests.
"You're blushing? Why? You don't blush?"
"I... I find myself being really distracted by you,"
"How so?"
"Never mind,"
"No tell me," he demands gently.
"I find myself having non-platonic thoughts about you, quite frequently,"
"Oh,"
"I'm sorry. I don't want anything to get in the way of our partnership, especially not my sex drive,"
"It's not just you,"
"What?"
"You're not the only one who feels that way,"
"Who else has non-platonic thoughts about you?"
"Not about me, about you,"
"Who?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Me," he admits.
"Oh," she blushes.
He stands up from his seat on her couch. He moves over to her desk. He stares down at her. She opens her desk drawer.
"What are you doing?" he questions.
"Hold on," she tells him.
He waits at the edge of her desk. She pulls out a pair of glasses and slips them on her face.
"What are you doing?" he smiles.
"Mr. Booth do you know what the penalty for overdue books is?" she asks.
He smiles at her, and takes the glasses off her face and lays them on her desk.
"What did you do that for? I thought that it was a fantasy of yours,"
"The fantasy has very to do very little with a librarian," he admits.
"I don't know what that means," she admits.
"It means I don't need anything but you to fulfill my fantasies," he says inches from her face.
"Oh. So...,"
"Temperance now is when you shut up," he tells her.
"And what?"
He rolls his eyes and then kisses her. She pushes his jacket off, and begins to pull apart his tie. He pulls down her hair. She unbuttons his shirt only to find a white t-shirt underneath.
"How many layers do you wear?"
"Sorry,"
"Mmm. No Booth we can't...," she gets cut off by a kiss as he unbuttons her shirt.
She regains some control and tells him, "We can't do this here."
"Ok," he agrees.
They both frantically grab their belongings. She flips out the light. They scurry to the parking garage. She steps out of her shoes and begins carrying them on the way out. The car is in motion before either of them are buckled. She is now in a cami, and skirt. The shoes, dress shirt, and panty hose are gone.
"Where are we going?"
"My place is closer," she tells him.
"Ok,"
"Can we go any faster?"
"If the siren was on...,"
She doesn't hesitate to turn it on. They arrive at her apartment in no time and the car is barely in park before they get out.