(Season 6)

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His phone ringing, Booth placed his hamburger down on the plate and took the call. "Booth."

This is Susan. Morris said you're at lunch, so I thought this might be a good time to call you. I didn't want to bother you while you were at work. I have a friend that would like to meet you. Now that you're not dating Martha, I think you'd be a good matchup with my friend Terry.

Annoyed, Booth shook his head. "Susan don't do me any favors and set me up with dates. I can find my own dates." He saw the look of annoyance on Brennan's face and shrugged his shoulders. "Your friend might be nice, but . . . just don't set me up, okay?"

I'm just trying to help you, Booth. I don't want you to be lonely. I want you to find someone and I want you to fall in love and well, be happy like me and Morris.

"I appreciate that, I really do, but no Susan." Booth didn't want to be rude. "When I'm ready, I'll find someone by myself . . . I need to go." The call ended, Booth placed his phone back in his jacket pocket. "I didn't have anything to do with Susan's matchmaking. She likes me and she wants me to be happy. Okay?"

"You are happy . . . aren't you?" Brennan didn't know who to be annoyed with, Susan Harris or Booth.

Moving his hand across the table, Booth placed his hand over Brennan's hand. "Of course, I'm happy. Come on. I'm not looking for anyone else, Bones. I'm not . . . okay?" He was worried. Concerned about the people at the next table, he lowered his voice and leaned closer. "I love you, Bones. You . . . I want you and I don't want anyone else."

She wasn't sure why she was angry, but she felt that Susan shouldn't be trying to get Booth a girlfriend. "Why is she trying to get you a date?"

"Because Susan loves being in love with Morris and she wants me to be in love." Booth sighed. "She doesn't know I'm dating someone, so I can't be mad at her about this . . . I told her to stop, so that should be the end of it." I hope.

"I do not appreciate people looking for women for you to date." Brennan had wanted to keep their relationship a secret for a while, since she didn't want her friends to interfere with her and Booth, but this kind of interference was intolerable.

He could see she was angry, but he wasn't sure how he was responsible for what Susan was doing. "Well, I don't appreciate it either . . . Come on, Bones. I didn't ask her to do that."

Since Booth was an honest man who wouldn't betray her trust, Brennan decided that she was overreacting. "Yes . . . I understand. I was just annoyed. I didn't mean to imply that you're unfaithful."

Relieved, Booth patted her hand. "I have never cheated and I never will . . . I have the one I want. I'm not looking for someone else."

"Yes, I know you are an honorable man." Brennan picked up her spoon and scooped up some of her now cold soup. "I think we may have to rethink our secrecy . . . You've told Deputy Director Bishop and he didn't care . . . Let me think about it."

"Okay, if you want to let everyone know, then we'll let them know. Just let me know first." Booth picked up his hamburger. He realized that Brennan was jealous even if it had nothing to do with something he did and he planned to make sure that evening that she knew that he only had eyes for her. He wasn't about to let Susan mess up his relationship.

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Brennan was trying finish a report for Cam before she left for the day when she received a phone call. "Brennan."

This is Susan Harris. I'm Morris' wife and a friend of Booth.

"Yes, I know who you are . . . Is Booth alright?" Puzzled, Brennan wasn't sure why Susan was calling her and she started to worry that something had happened to Booth.

No, no . . . Booth is fine . . . The reason why I called you is I was talking to a cousin of mine about you and he wants to know if you'd be interested in going out with him for a cup of coffee . . . I told him I'd call you and ask if you're interested. I know Nathan should have called you, but since you don't know him, he didn't want to come across as a stalker. You can't be too careful now a days.

"I am currently dating someone and I am not looking for someone to date or have coffee with." Brennan found this conversation to be bizarre. Susan barely knew her and here she was trying to set her up with her cousin.

Oh, I didn't know. Booth didn't mention that to me. Well, if you're dating then I guess Nathan is out of luck. I'll let you go. I know you must be busy.

The call ended and Brennan shook her head. "That was very odd."

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Brennan was changing clothes when Booth entered the bedroom.

"Hey Bones. I got held up with a case that Morris and Lester are working on. I bought some takeout so we don't have to cook tonight. It's in the kitchen." Booth removed his jacket and rummaged in his dresser for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"That's fine." Before she left the bedroom, Brennan kissed Booth then smiled at him. "Susan called me at work. She tried to set me up on a date with her cousin, Nathan."

He had forgotten that Morris had mentioned that Susan was going to try to set up her cousin with Brennan. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her I am dating someone and I'm not looking for anyone else." Brennan could see that Booth was staring at her with an odd look on his face. "I don't really know Susan and I find it strange that she's trying to set me up with her cousin."

Moving over to where Brennan was standing, Booth placed his hands on her hips. "Bones . . . let's just tell everyone that we're seeing each other. First Susan is trying to set me up then she's trying to set you up . . . I don't like it."

"I don't like it either." Brennan kissed her lover. "I am not interested in Nathan or anyone else that isn't you."

"Yeah?" Booth kissed her again. "Well, we need to straighten this out. I don't want people we know trying to get dates for us." He released her and began to change his clothes. "I've met Susan's cousin, Nathan. He's a gamer and a computer geek . . . I don't think you'd like him anyway . . . just saying."

Aware that Booth might be jealous, Brennan felt more attracted to her partner. "We could wait and eat dinner later, if you're not hungry." Removing her blouse, she pushed her slacks down, removed them and stared at her mate. "I think I would prefer intercourse rather than a dinner course."

His shirt on the bed, he removed his pants and boxers. "As long as I'm the main course, then I'm good."

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The next day, Booth found Harris in the breakroom and asked him to come to his office. Once they were there, Booth leaned against his desk and stared at his lieutenant for a moment. "Okay, this is how it is. Bones and I are a couple now and you and Susan need to stop trying to fix us up with dates. Bones didn't like it and I don't either . . . just you and Susan mind your own business. Bones is telling our friends at the Lab this morning about us, so it's not a secret anymore."

Slowly nodding his head, Morris knew that Booth and his partner had been pushed too far. "Got it." Moving over to the door, he paused and looked back at his friend. "I lost my bet because of you . . . you're just too easy."

Puzzled, Booth glared at his friend. "Too easy about what? What bet did you lose?"

Amused, Harris placed his hands on his hips. "Susan bet she could get you and your partner to stop pretending you're just partners. It just took her two days . . . Man, I thought for sure you two were made of sterner stuff. Now I have to paint the main bathroom this weekend. I'm very disappointed in you."

"Susan bet she could . . . how did she know Bones and I are a couple? The only one I told was Deputy Director Bishop and I know he wouldn't have told you and I know he doesn't know Susan."

"Oh, come on." Harris laughed. "You laughed at Dr. Brennan's joke even though she was wrist deep in a victim's guts and you know her jokes are awful . . . then you two stopped touching each other in public and that made me realize that you were hiding something . . . I told Susan and she agreed with me that you two were finally in a relationship . . . We didn't know why you were hiding it, but I figured it was just you two being your normal selves . . . You have trust issues my friend."

Booth stared at his friend and decided he didn't like being played with. "What made Susan think she could make us reveal our relationship?"

Shaking his head, Harris knew that Booth didn't understand. "You and Dr. Brennan can't stand it when someone takes a little too much interest in you or her . . . you're both the jealous type and Susan figured that if she tried to set you guys up with dates then you'd blow your gaskets and make sure we knew you guys are taken so we'd stop match making . . . Simple really."

Booth protested. "Hey, I am not the jealous type . . . I'm not." He saw Harris shake his head and that annoyed him. "You and Susan need to stop messing with me. I mean it."

Since the secret was out, Harris knew that Susan would be satisfied. "You do remember that Susan is a hot shot lawyer and she's going to be a partner some day at her firm? She knows how to get information from anyone when she wants it. Now that you guys are open in your relationship . . . well, she doesn't have a reason to mess with you anymore . . . congratulations."

"Thanks . . . I'm not the jealous type." Booth wanted Harris to acknowledge that.

Waving his hand, Harris turned and left the office. Once he was in his office, he called his wife. "Okay, you win. Booth and Dr. Brennan are now officially a couple. Are you sure you want to paint the bathroom a celery color? Celery?"

Yes. Don't worry. It will only take you a day to paint the room . . . I may reward you when you're done.

"Well, if I get a reward then I can deal with celery . . . why celery? Why not white?" Harris was curious.

Because I lost a bet with my sister and the deal was, she got to choose the color of the bathroom as long as it wasn't black or red . . . or God forbid, orange.

"You need to quit making bets." Harris checked his PC and noticed he had a few emails to take care of. "In the future, I might not be willing to help you pay off your debts."

Even if you get a reward?

"Well . . . it depends upon the reward."

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