Bones was real quiet on the way home. Booth was worried. She had changed history. It was supposed to be one of the best nights of her life. She should be glowing. She should be telling her to slow down and stop talking. But here she was, staring out the window in deep concentration. He could tell that whatever she was thinking about was very important to her so he kept quiet.
But when he pulled into her parking lot and she didn't seem to notice, Booth knew he was going to have to press the issue. "Bones—we're here."
"What?" Brennan shook herself distractedly. "So we are." She undid her seatbelt.
"Did I do something wrong?"
She looked at him, confused. "No, why would you think that?"
"You haven't said a word since we left. I figured you'd be talking about it all night."
"I have something important on my mind."
He stared at her incredulously. "More important than changing history?"
She smiled. "Yes. More important than that."
"Care to tell me what?" he asked when she didn't say anything else. "'Cause for the life of me, I can't figure out what that is."
"Why don't you come up? I'll tell you over a glass of wine." Then she walked out of his car.
Booth followed. They walked into her apartment without saying a word. Brennan got out the wine and gasses.
Booth came up behind her. "You're shaking." He covered his hand over hers and the glass. Brennan was too nervous to care and let him pour the glasses. When he was done, they sat down on her couch. "So, care to tell me what has you so worked up?"
She took a sip of wine. "I am going to ask you something Booth and I want you to promise me that you'll answer truthfully."
"Of course I will. Do you have to even ask? You know I've always been honest with you," he was slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry Booth. I didn't mean to imply that you weren't. This is just—it's important." He nodded. "This afternoon or evening I guess, when we were talking in the exhibit—was I reading the signs wrong or if Angela hadn't interrupted us—would we have kissed?"
Booth gulped and his eyes showed a little bit of surprise. But then he started to smile. Really smile. Bones had just admitted that he was more important to her than her work.
He set his glass down. Then he took her hands in his. He looked her in the eyes and as she licked her lips. Booth felt her pulse quicken. "Almost Bones we did almost kiss." He inched closer to him.
"And it wouldn't have been a simple kiss like Christmas." She moved closer.
"No," he agreed. "It wouldn't be anything like kissing your brother."
She chuckled. "I didn't mean that."
They both moved closer. "Neither did I." He moved closer and Brennan closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
Booth leaned forward even more. They both could feel each other's breath. They were centimeters from touching.
Brennan licked her lower lip and her tongue slightly touched Booth's lips. Booth moved his hand to touch the base of her neck and he closed his eyes, ready to take that step.
The phone rang—both jumped apart slightly Brennan opened her eyes first. "I'll ignore it" Brennan closed her eyes again.
The answering machine picked up. It was Angela—in tears.