Hey, thanks to those who read, reviewed, and alerted with the last chap:D glad there's still interest. Here's another one. I had the idea and I worked it out with my beta kaloblack. Hope you guys like it:D

Booth thinks he saw Brennan in a compromising position with a guy, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

Booth loosened his tie as he stepped on the elevator. He pushed the floor for his room. The partners had been forced to attend a lecture so to speak for the bureau. After the lecture there was a small cocktail. Booth saw as one of the new FBI agents, Tom something, had been flirting non stop with Brennan. Booth started talking to other agents there to get his mind off of the fact that his partner, the woman he loves, was next to some guy who obviously only wanted a one night stand. When Booth no longer saw Brennan or the guy, he decided to go to his room. They would have a long drive back to DC in the morning.

When Booth steeped out of the elevator he felt his blood boil when he saw the flirty agent kissing passionately a the silky neck of a woman in a black dress. Booth tore his gaze in the opposite direction and headed to his room. He hadn't seen her face, but couldn't look any longer. He slammed the door to his room shut and threw his jacket hard on the floor. "They didn't even make it to a room." Booth growled as he undressed.

Brennan had shed her black dress and showered. After she exited the shower and sat in front of her laptop. "Ready for bed this early, sweetie?" Angela joked, taking in the sleeping clothes her friend already had on. The two friends and Daisy had set up the video chat to work on a case they had had to put on the back burner for a few weeks. A few weeks back they had found the remains of a woman with her finger tips and teeth ripped apart from the body, making the identification process that much more challenging. Brennan shot her friend a look that said 'let's work'.

Booth tossed and turned and punched his pillow. He knew he shouldn't care who Brennan used to take care of her biological urges. He punched his pillow again. Of course he cared because she got losers who only wanted a one night stand. She deserved better.

The next morning the partners met downstairs to check out of their rooms. Booth saw the other agent and almost punched a wall. The guy had a huge smile on his face, talking to two other agents. He's probably bragging about his conquest. Booth thought. The fact that Brennan had bags under her eyes and was yawning didn't help Booth at all.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye?" Booth asked as he pointed towards the agent.

"Why?" Brennan asked not understanding why she should specifically say goodbye to that agent. Sure, he'd talked with her, but it had taken Brennan a few seconds to understand that he was only looking for a lay. She wasn't in the mood and ditched the agent when she got Angela's call.

"Because...you know..." The blank look on her face told him she didn't know what he meant. "Just forget it." He said through clenched teeth. Brennan followed him to the SUV knowing he was upset but not knowing why.

Booth had a tight grip on the steering wheel as he drove. Brennan was tired because she fell asleep around three in the morning and since Booth was in no mood to chat, she was going to take a nap during the rest of the drive. Booth caught her resting her head on the window and closing her eyes and he felt it as a slap of the reality that she'd spent the night with a loser. "The lab or your place?" He asked where she wanted to be dropped off. Brennan didn't miss the grouchiness in his voice.

"The lab." She answered without opening her eyes.

"Okay, what's wrong, Booth?" Brennan asked as Booth stopped in front of the Jeffersonian.

"Nothing." He answered.

"Your tone suggests otherwise." Damn. Why did she have to have such a steep learning curve? Booth thought.

"Maybe we should have a code word." He suggested, not meeting her eyes.

"Code word?" Now she was more confused than before.

"Yeah, for when..." He cleared his throat. "For when one of us wants to be alone with someone. That way the other one wont be in the way." Brennan easily understood what he meant by alone.

"What are you trying to say?" Booth told her he saw that worth nothing agent practically devouring her in the hotel's hall. "What?" Brennan was outraged because she had NOT done that…she hadn't done that, not even behind closed doors, in a long time with anyone and here she was being wrongfully accused. "You're mistaken." She told him with a glare.

"No. I mean if you want to keep it private, then don't do it out in the hall. That's just my
advice." Booth knew he had sounded like a jerk, but the words had already left his mouth. Brennan glared at him. He was mistaken and wasn't even listening to her.

"I don't have to have this conversation with you." She slammed the door after she exited the SUV. Booth hit the steering wheel with an open palm as he watched her storm up the Jeffersonian front steps. She hadn't even bothered to grab her suit case. He drove away, knowing he'd really shitted things between them.

Brennan went straight to her office and put her lab coat on. Angela entered the office and before the artist could get a word out Brennan jumped in. "Lets just work." Angela stared at her friend as she made her way to the forensics platform.

Daisy went over the recent findings they'd discovered on the remains thanks to the late night work they put in the previous night. Brennan's mind replayed her conversation with Booth, her anger rising with every repeat.

B&B

After work Booth stopped by The Founding Fathers to have a drink. He needed to think how he could fix things with his partner or if things could even be salvaged. He had just ordered his drink when Angela approached him.

"Have you seen, Brennan?" Booth shook his head no. "I've tried calling her cell and house numbers but she's not picking up. She left before..."

"Is it important?" Booth asked as he got his drink.

"It should be since we worked most of last night via video chat." Booth's head snapped up and for the first time looked at Angela.

"Be kind rewind." He said and Angela told him that Daisy had found something on the remains of the woman they hadn't ID-ed yet and they had called Brennan. The anthropologist had connected with them via video chat. "Oh, shit." Booth muttered. He'd messed up big and he wouldn't blame Brennan if she never spoke to him again, especially since he was wrongfully accusing her. He slapped a bill on the table and ran out of there. He had to at least try and fix things with his partner. Angela stared after him, taking his untouched drink and taking a swing. Hey, it was already paid for.

Booth stooped by for take out as a form of asking for forgiveness. He even scooped up an arrangement of her favorite flowers. When he reached her building, the watchman called him over.

"Look, I know you and Dr. Brennan are really close and I don't know what you did because she's furious. She said that if you showed up to not let you up. She even said to call the cops if you insisted." The watchman gave him a sad smile. "You should let her calm down. It will be best for everyone." Booth knew Brennan was probably building her walls up a mile a minute and he had, no, needed to talk to her.

"Look I appreciate the heads up, but please let me go up. If after ten minutes she doesn't open up the door and talk to me, I'll leave." Booth looked at the watchman hopefully. Booth thanked the man when he was granted access.

Brennan had just finished her shower and was opening up a bottle of wine. There was a knock on her front door and she rolled her eyes when the knocking didn't stop. "Go away, Booth!" She
called without even looking to see who it was. She knew it was him.

"Open up, Bones."

"No!"

"Okay. There's a lead on the case. If you don't want to go with me, that's okay. I'll get the bureau to send you another agent." Booth was fibbing but he hoped Brennan bought it. Brennan was furious again. He was the one who had jumped to conclusions, reaching the erroneous one by the way, and now he proposed severing their partnership. She stalked towards the door determined to tell him a few things.

Brennan opened the door and Booth was glad his fib had worked, but he hadn't had a chance to kneel or be prepared for when she opened the door. She was beyond pissed and her gaze was burning him. He stepped inside and clumsily placed the take out and flowers on the small table she kept by her front door. Hands free of constrictions; he was ready to face the music. "Bones..." was all he could get out.

"You're mistaken and now you want to terminate our partnership?" Booth could see the hurt in her eyes despite her anger at him.

"No, Bones..." As he went on telling her that he shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and been such a jerk about it, Brennan's head was spinning. He made the mistake and he was still denying it was a mistake. Brennan had backed him out of the door and slammed it in his face. Booth called her to open the door again, but this time she didn't and he took the hint.

For the first time since she got to her apartment Brennan decided to listen to the messages on her answer machine. They were from Angela and they said 'Call Me.' Brennan picked the phone up and called her friend.

B&B

Days later

"Okay, the case is solved and now you don't have an excuse to not tell me what's going on between you and Booth. You didn't go out on the field with him and have hardly talked to him since the case was closed." Angela stood, hands on hips, in front of her friend. Brennan sighed, knowing she needed to talk to her best friend. Angela listened as her friend told her what had happened with Booth. "Sweetie, you need to talk to him. I think he's already figured out he made a mistake, but you should hear him out not slam a door on his face."

B&B

Brennan felt fidgety as she rode the elevator in the Hoover. She was working on what she was going to say to him as she walked to his office. There was a red headed female agent in his arms and all logical thought flew out the window. The agent had tripped and Booth had caught her, but that wasn't the thought that crossed Brennan's head.

"Perhaps we do need a code word. What will the word be, Booth?" She spat out, spinning on her heel and leaving.

She wasn't even to her car when Booth caught up to her. He pinned her to her car and asked, "What the hell was that about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tried to play it dumb, but his look told her it wasn't going to work. "Fine. I find your double standard on the issue hypocritical." Booth knew what she was talking about.

"I acted the way I did, I'm not saying it was right, because I was jealous. I know I have no right to be, but I can't stand seeing you with those losers." His gaze bore into hers. "And you? Why did you act like that?"

"You can fraternize with another agent and not with…"

"Not with…?" He leaned closer. "You." He finished for her. "You were jealous to see me with someone else that wasn't you. That's how I felt too. But you thought what wasn't just like I had." His lips were suddenly on hers and it was a deep and demanding kiss. Brennan pulled back. "You're mine." And he kissed her again.

"I'm an independent woman and I'm no one's." Brennan hissed after she pulled away. Booth kissed her again, she tried to fight it, but she gave in not fighting it anymore.

"And I'm yours too." 'Mine' Brennan said as she kissed him, claiming what was hers.

Charlie's mouth dropped at the sight of Booth and Dr. Brennan kissing. He thought he'd never see the day and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to say something. "Get a room!" He called as he kept walking towards his own SUV, a wide smile plastered on his face.

"That's not necessary since we both have apartments." Brennan commented as she tried to catch her breath. Booth growled in appreciation and kissed her again, moving them towards his own SUV.

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