A.N : I own nothing of Bones!

CHAPTER 18- A DINAMIC DUO

" Well, agent Booth? Aren´t you going to invite me in?" sweets smiled broadly, and Booth groaned inwardly.I´m so not in the mood for Sweets and his psychology babble right now. We´re doing so well, Bones and I. Nevertheless, he gave the kid space to pass, asking silently to God to give him patience and mumbling to himself.

" Like I had another choice than letting you in…" Sweets gave him a knowing smile as approaching his Bones, who remained seated on the couch.

" I heard that, Agent Booth, and I resent your negative feelings. Dr. Brennan, how are you?" The therapist studied the woman in front of him, trying to decipher all her emotions. No such luck, for she seemed to sense exactly what he was doing, just giving him a skeptical look and letting go of the book she was holding.

" I´m as good as I could be given the situation, dr. sweets. Thank you for your concern." She spontaneously came closer to Booth from the moment he took his seat by her side, feeling immediately sorry for her movement when realizing the look she was getting from sweets. But really, it wasn´t her fault. Her body seemed to move as in its own accord. It was like Booth was magnetic or something. She kept remembering their proximity on the past days, the way he held her as they sleep in his bed, and all she could do was scream for more.Apparently, my defenses are still too down for my own good.

" Harry Potter, dr. Brennan? I would never guessed." Sweets stared at the book in disbelief, because honestly, who could ever imagine the super serious and almight dr. temperance Brennan reading such a fantasy book? It just didn´t go with the picture. But then again, thought lance Sweets, you never completely know a person. Brennan shifted uncomfortably,, shooting daggers at Booth at this flagrant.

" Booth made me read it. He hid my anthropology reading material." Booth only gave her his damn famous charm smile, passing one arm around her and pulling her closer. He didn´t even noticed as Sweet´s eyes almost popped out of its orbits at this action.

" yeah, and you are loving it, don´t even try to deny it, Bones. You´ve spent the last half an hour completely hooked into it." If sweets thought that his eyes were playing tricks at him, now he was definitely sure of it. That, or the world had just turned upside down, because Temperance Brennan not only accepted that touch, but leaned slightly at Booth´s shoulder.

But then again, it could be very well happening, as he realized the megawatts of tension that was filling the recint. They were touching, yes. But man, were they awkward at the same time. It was strange, watching so much intimacy mingled with such a weirdness. Sweets got the distinct impression that both of them were very much aware that something in their dynamics had changed, and now they just didn´t know how to react. And despite that, they couldn´t get away of each other.And that´s why they are such a great material for my researches. Why do I get the feeling that this will be my most challenging case ever? Booth surveyed his partner in amusement, waving the book in front of her.

" Actually, I think you´ve already identified yourself with one of the characthers,Bones. Wanna tell me who it is?" She gave him her classical lost in the world look, and he just knew what was coming next.

" I don´t know what that means." She really didn´t. Were they talking about the book still or Booth was already changing the subject and her drowsy brain was uncapable of following? He just shook his head in disbelief, pulling her a little closer, both oblivious to sweets clinical eye.

" Oh, c´mon, Bones…you´re Hermione! With your face always stuck in a book and knowing everything...it almost makes me wonder if the author didn´t use you as inspiration or something." Lance Sweets just shook his head in silent. One more time in his life with Booth and Brennan, it was like he wasn´t in the same room at all. But he had accepted that action a long time ago, understanding that those two got so engrossed with each other sometimes that it was just hard to focus at anything else. It was actually quite a sight. Brennan seemed truly pleased with Booth´s observation, and gave him a smug smile.

" well, she is the best of the book, really. She understands the importance of knowledge. So, if you were trying to annoy me,I´m sorry Booth. I´m taking this as a compliment. And who would you be anyway?" Sweetes raised his ears at her question, hopping he could get agent Booth in a slip while so engrossed in conversation with his Boones lady. He was rewarded.

" Oh, C´mon, Bones. Isn´t that obvious? If you are Hermione, than I would just have to be…" he was ready to finish the phrase and doom himself for good in front of his Bones and Twelve years old Sweets, but the look on the kid´s face saved him from a very embarrassing situation. Sweets seemed ready to jump and scream I told you so just after he spoke, and Booth stopped himself in the exact time.jeez, I´m using Harry Potter to compare my real life and my relationship with Bones. But I´ll be damned if We kindda of don't look a little with Hermione and Ron…not that I´m saying that outloud…EVER. Especially with Sweets right here.

" I´m waiting, Booth. Who would you be? I bet you´ll choose the big hero. That just sounds like an alpha male like yourself." She gave him a teasing smile, and Booth had to fight the urge of kissing her. It was becoming harder and harder to resist it, now that she was sufficiently well to hold a complete conversation but still too weak to do all things on own. She her was surprisingly docile with him, and it was driving him crazy. It was like his craziest dreams were coming true in a surreal reality. He found herself leaning in order to watch her closely, and the sparks started to come to surface as her blue eyes gazed back.

" You know what, Bones? I´ll just let that to your imagination.I´ll be whoever you choose." She sighed and rolled her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy by his closeness and his words. Whoever she chooses. If only he knew... He was intoxicating, and there was nothing she could do about it. As sweets observed, they looked like a couple of desperate teenagers, and the therapist actually took pity of those two.

So, For now, sweets decided to lighten things up, pulling from his suit the small box of chocolates and giving it to Brennan, making his presence in the place again.

" Anyway, I´ve came bearing a gift for you, dr. Brennan. I hope you enjoy it." Usually, the vision of chocolates would give Brennan a nice, happy feeling, as her brain kept anticipating the taste of that wonderful piece of candy and all the release of endorphins that it would provoke. But right now, all she felt was her stomach turning and turning. Booth seemed to catch her reaction immediately, taking in her pale face and grabbing the box from Sweets hands in order to take out of her view.

" Nausea again?" He placed the offending candy under a pillow, so his Bones wouldn´t have to look at it, wishing he could just kill Sweets for making his Bones feel sick one more time. Deep down, his rational side kept reminding him that it wasn´t the kid fault. But he was never much rational when it came about Temperance Brennan. She gave him a sad smile as if telling him to let it go.

" I´ll be fine. That was very thoughtful of you, dr. sweets." She plastered a larger smile at her face, realizing that the young therapist was more than uncomfortable with Booth´s murderous look. " My stomach is just a little sensitive right now because of the amount of medications I am taking. That´s all. My body is not in it´s very shape, I´m afraid." She looked so sad when she said that that both men looked at her in surprise. It wasn´t like Temperance Brennan at all, to sound so gloomy. Booth was actually starting to freak out at Bones´s depression. He should have seen it coming, for his Bones was a woman who couldn´t bare the slightest sign of weakness coming from herself. He knew that she felt as if she was failing. Sweets gave her an understanding smile, prepping himself on the opposite chair.

" Dr. Brennan, it´s completely normal to feel a little blue and helpless in your condition, especially for someone always so active like you. I know it must be utterly disappointing to you feeling this sick, but you´ve got to remember that it happens to the best of us, and that isn´t a sign of weakness at all. It just shows that you are a human been. We are all susceptible. But you have to fight the depression and remain positive, it will help you to get better fast." Booth blinked several times as hearing the therapist´s words, because it was one of the few times that Sweets´s words actually made sense for him. It was actually all that he had been trying to say and show to his Bones lately. That it was Ok to be a little down. That she would overcome it. He placed his fingers on her arms and squeezed it lightly, receiving as answer a small smile. And that was when lance Sweets had enough. He just had to say it.

" Ok, you guys. I´ve been trying to be polite and not mention it, but it´s way too obvious and important to remain untouched. May I just say that your sintony seem better than ever? You guys look like a long time married couple or something. It´s awesome. We ´ll have a lot to discuss at our sessions. Actually, we could start now. Speaking about this amount of physical contact for instance, agent Booth. You´ve always been one to touch dr. Brennan as much as you could, like a hand on the small of her back. But Now, you seen far more comfortable and unworried about discretion. And dr. Brennan, you seem very keen of agent Booth´s touch. Care to share, the two of you?" It was like seeing a cartoon in live motion. Dr. Brennan seemed to choke with something invisible and started coughing without control, and Booth jumped as taking his arms out of the anthropologist, as if she was on fire or something. Which just made Lance Sweets believe even more that the sexual tension was up the roof, and that yes, for the first time in their lives, both of them were very aware of it. In less than a second they were each in a corner of the couch like two teenagers who had been caught making out, Brennan´s cough still firm and loud as Booth looked at the therapist sternly.

" Nice try, Sweets. But I´ll be damned if I start discussing this absurd with you. There´s no long married couple thing over here,ok? I´m just taking care of her, and she would do the same for me. And thank you by the way for making Bones start coughing like that. She already have a sore throat and her chest is a wreck. She so didn´t need that. Way to go, kid. C´mon, Bones. Try to take a deep, slow breathe." He came closer again, slowly and carefully this time, placing his hands on her back and rubbing it. On his account, sweets seemed adequately ashamed of his actions. Maybe it was too soon. But like hell that this is not going to be discussed on our next sessions.

" Damn, that hurts." Her voice was rough and pained as she tried to regain her air, accepting with a thankfully look the glass of water that Booth was offering .

" Don´t mind the twelve years old here, ok, Bones? He´s probably bored with his wii or something and decided to make up things. Try RPG next time, ok, Sweets? That, or keep your mouth shut before I decide to shoot you for good. God knows that I´ve been wanting to do that for a long time from now." good Lord, make Bones remain quiet and unable to let sweets know that we are actually sharing a bed. Make her loosen tongue quiet for at least the amount of time this kid is here.

Sweets just raised his arms in mock surrender, knowing that it was no point in trying to push it right now. But like hell that their sessions wont become a completely new shade of interesting after this pneumonia condition. He was sure that even with the playing dumb façade of those two, they knew for sure that things had changed. He could only hope that those two blind fools could realize that it was a good thing. And if they didn´t, lance sweets had a new mission. As their doctor, he had the obligation to set things straight.

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Booth knew the exact time that his Bones fell asleep, for her head seemed to sink a little more down his shoulder and the book she was still holding dropped to her lap. He looked at the sleeping woman so close to him and felt the sudden urge of embracing her tightly. She looked so peaceful and sweet when she was like that. The only thing that gave away her pain was the small furrow in her forehead, as long with the heat emanating from her body. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead, sensing her temperature and cursing in a low voice as he realized that her fever was still probably high. All he could do was wait for the medications to make it´s effects. She had took then less than one hour ago, just after Sweets had left, and Booth gave a deep sigh as remembering the pure torture of having the therapist trying to go completely psychology on them about every single move they made or word they spoke. Seeley had to remind the kid over and over again that this wasn´t one of his useless sessions, but a polite visit to a sick friend. But deep down, he knew that he and his Bones were in a lot of shit with the kid. Booth could try to mock and annoy lance Sweets, but deep down, he knew the kid was good at what he did, and a great observant. And even a very dumb person could just watch and realize the amount of tension that the two of them were enduring. And Booth knew that Sweets would give them hell from the moment the two of them set feet at his office.

He took temperance in his arms slowly, making sure she didn´t wake up, and entered their room. And immediately froze at the possessive pronom. Since when it had become their room, their bed? But it just seemed…right. To be theirs. He placed Bones in the bed carefully, watching as she snuggled and grabbed one pillow, like a little girl would do with a teddy bear or a doll. He smiled to himself as he covered her, his thoughts completely focused on telling him exactly how lost his was. Which was completely.

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The next time the doorbell rang he knew for sure who it might be, for it was early night, time of his squints to come. He shot a look to the bedroom as a small amount of worry made his chest heavy, because his Bones was still asleep. She hadn´t moved a muscle since he had placed her on the bed, and it was kind of freaking him out, for he had never seen his Bones sleep this much. She had barely said a word to him when he had woken her to take the meds at six PM, and that was utterly unusual of Temperance Brennan. She hadn´t even complained about taking them. So, it was with a shade of relief that he met the smiling faces of Ange, hodgins and cam, and his eyes immediately set on the doctor as everyone made their way in and seated on the living room.

" Where´s Bren, stud? I was kindda of hoping to see her going up and down , maybe already crawling the walls, since the bed rest is over. I mean, she was so unpatient yesterday…" Angela looked at him suspiciously, and Booth just braced him self. " wait. Did you do something to tire her beyond belief, mr. hot stuff? Because I would usually be a great enthusiast of that, but give the woman a break, Booth. She´s sick, you know…" Booth honestly couldn´t say if Angela was being serious or just messing with his head. She had this weird look at her face since yesterday, as if she knew something she wasn´t supposed to, and it was freaking Booth out. Maybe she had magical powers and was reading in his mind all the things he would like to do with Temperance…man, I´m really loosing it. I´m considering the possibility of Angela having magical powers.

" very funny, Angela. I can´t stop laughing, see? Seriously, don´t you think about other stuff? Like you said, Bones is sick,ok?" He shifted uncomfortably, realizing that Cam and Jack seemed amused. " She´s asleep. Have been like that all afternoon, which is just …strange. For Bones, at least. I mean, she´s always so active, and now, anything makes her sleepy. You think that she´s getting worse, Cam? Maybe we should take her to the hospital and see what´s happening."

Camille Saroyan had tried. She had tried really hard to be serious and not laugh at Booth´s way overreaction at such an ordinary fact. But Hodgins was far less respectful and grinned mercilessly, and it was contagious. Especially with Angela making those funny faces and noises such as " Aaww…". So, her mouth went against her will and curved into a large smile at her overly worried friend.

" C´mon, Booth. Of course she´s sleeping a lot. You know better than that. She has pneumonia, big man. Her body needs a lot of rest. Plus, her meds make her sleepy, especially the codein. Stop with this overreacting, Booth. This is exactly what she needs. No hospital, or dr. Brennan will try to kill you. Let her be, Seeley. It´s you I´m more worried about right now. You need to relax. And as Angela puts sometimes, catch up with your own reality." Booth felt his eyes almost popping out of its orbits, because he was sure of what was coming next. His Bones had told him a while ago about Angela´s speechs about realities. His worries came true as he watched Angela big cat smile and Jack rising his eyebrows.

" yeah, G-man. Have you been thinking about that little advice I´ve given you last time I was here?" And that was when seeley Booth realized that he was definitely cornered.

Brennan woke up with the sounds of voices in the living room. She considered ignoring them and staying in bed, but one look at the clock told her that she had slept too much. Plus, she was curious to know who was there and what was the conversation about. Her interest only increased when she listened her name. So, she crept into the corridor and stopped, ready to listen Booth´s and the other´s words.

TBC…

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