This is what, in my opinion, should happen after the 100th episode kiss, and rejection. A song actually inspired this, but I dont know if i'll use it in the story. And let's just say, if Special Agent Seeley Booth told me he loved me, my heart might just stop. lol.
Disclaimer: *Sigh* If only I did own them, There would've been a lot more romance. :D
Brennan sat in a bar stool next to Booth. They had just finished their latest case and were having the post-case drink. Brennan sighed, she'd never let booth know, but cases really bothered her. She hinted, but never actually told him.
"I just don't understand how people can do that to each other."
The step- dad had murdered his daughter's boyfriend out of jealousy.
"They're are just some sick and twisted people in this world, Bones. But look on the bright side, we captured a murderer and a rapist. You should be proud of yourself, you figured out that the guy used a basic no. 2 pencil to kill the boyfriend."
"Well, I wasn't the only one. Hodgins had to identify the residue in the victim's eyesocket."
"Bones, shut up and take the credit." He smiled his charming smile that drove her crazy.
She smiled back, but when she looked into his eyes, he look down. When he looked back up his eyes held sadness that absolutely ripped her heart to shreds. She knew what was coming next.
"Don't, Booth. You know how I feel." She felt like crying. Something that she didn't do often.
"I know what I said, Bones, about moving on. But I don't know if I can do it. I just don't know." he sighed.
Ever since she had said no to him, he had to make every conversation about it. The truth was that she did love him, but she just couldn't let herself change. What if a few years down the road he met a ridiculously beautiful woman that he like better? She just couldn't handle that. Not with the ridiculous and totally unforseen love she had begun to feel for him. She didn't even want it.
"We should get home, Bones. It's been a rough week." He stood up and offered his hand to help he up. She reluctantly took it and stood up.
"You're right." She sighed and they walked out to the car for the night.
Over the next few days, Brennan was relieved when they didn't have a case. Forensic Anthropologist or not, she needed time to think about Booth and his musings. She was elbow deep in World War One skeletons when Angela walked up and faced her from across the table.
"Bren, is something wrong?" Nothing could get by Ange.
"They're is nothing wrong, Ange. Why would you ask?" She asked without looking up from her war victim.
"Sweetie, I know better. You can't sit here and tell me that. Now stand up straight, look me in the eyes, and then tell me nothing's wrong." She sighed, and stood up straight, but couldn't make herself say that. She felt the tears well up in her eyes when she looked at Ange.
"Oh sweetie! It's okay, you can tell me anything." She said ratherly loudly in Brennan's opinion.
"Shhhh... Please, Ange, not so loud." Angela groaned in frustration.
"Fine, but meet me in your office in 10." She turned and walked away.
Brennan sighed. Maybe it would make her feel better to talk to Ange, they were BFF's, quoted by Angela herself. She still didn't understand what People were talking about sometimes.
She walked into her office and sat down on the couch, Angela still hadn't arrived. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, hoping to relieve some of her stress with ancient breathing techniques. Not even 5 minutes later, angela burst in.
"Bren, I brought the basics. Chocolate, tissues, and takeout." She walked over and sat down next her holding the bags."Now, tell me everything."
She didn't know if she could do it. 'Hold it together Tempe, you've got this.'
"Ange, did I ever tell you what happened with me and Booth that day we visited Sweets?"
"No, honey, i'm sorry to say you didn't, but i'm all ears."
Brennan, sighed and told Ange the story as she replayed it in her mind from the most important Words Booth had said that night.
"I'm the gambler." She turned to look at him."I believe in giving this a chance. Look, I wanna give this a shot." He said as he took a few steps closer. She didn't know what to do.
She looked at him, "You mean us?" He looked up and their eyes met. "No. The FBI wont let us work together as a couple-" She was beginning to feel frantic.
"Don't do that. They're no reason why we can't-" He took a step forward and crushed his lips to hers.
What was she supposed to do now? She was beginning to feel frantic.
"No." She said, pushing him away by the shoulder."No."
"Why?" He looked Shocked and frazzled. "Why?"
She looked down at his chest. "You- You thought you were protecting me, but you're the one who needs protecting." She still didn't meet his eyes.
"Protecting from what?"He looked confused.
"From me." She looked up to meet his eyes, then back down. " I- I don't have your kind of open heart." She looked up again.
He had a really seriously determined look on his face. "Just give it a chance.. That's all i'm asking."
She looked down again, not willing to meet his intense gaze. "No, you said it yourself: The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome." She looked up when she was done. She felt the tears well up in her eyes, threating to overflow.
"Well, let's go for a different outcome here, alright? Let's just- hear me out all right?" He became more and more serious with every word. "You know when you talk to older couples, who have been in love for 30 or 40 or 50 years, it's always the guy who says "I knew". I knew, right from the beginning." The tears were starting to spill over.
She looked down again, then back up. " Your evidence is anecdotal."
"I'm that guy." He said in an almost hushed tone. "Bones, I'm that guy. I know."
For some reason she couldn't hold his gaze for very long. "I- I'm not a gambler, I'm a scientist," She looked back up,"I can't change. I don't know how."
He was beginning to look defeated, his breathing heavy, his facial expression drooping. Her words were stuck in her throat as tears rolled down her face." Please, don't look so sad."
His face dropped a little more, he turned around, walked over, and leaned against the staircase. "Alright." There were tears in his beautiful brown eyes, She walked over and sat next to him. He looked down. She knew he didn't want her to see him like this.
He looked over at her again, "You're right." he looked down again."You're right."
They looked at each other, she felt her heart shattering. "Can we still work together?" She didn't know what she'd do if he said no.
His eyes teared up even more. "Yea."
Somewhat with relief, and heartache, she said, "Thank you." He looked away and wiped his eyes.
He took a deep breath, almost painful, looked at her and said, "But I gotta move on." she couldn't look back.
"I gotta find somebody who's- who's gonna love me in 30 years or 40 or 50."
"I know." She said still looking away.
She stood up and started walking. He followed close behind and caught up with her. There were no more words. She looped her arm in his and leaned her head on his shoulder. She felt his pain when he rested his cheek on her forhead. As they walked along, she thought about how things would turn out.
She'd almost forgot Angela was sitting in the room with her. She looked up with tears streaming down her face. Bren picked up the tissues and handed her one.
"Oh, Sweetie." She said wrapping her into a hug. "So, in lamens terms, He told you he loved you and turned him down?" That made her heart hurt.
"Ange, when you say it like that, it sound awful."
"Sweetie, it IS awful, how could you do that?" Sometimes Angela's straight forwardness hurt.
"I don't know, Angela. And now the worst part is, is that I don't think I can live my life without him. What am I going to do, Ange?"
"Sweetie, I think you should talk to him." Brennan sighed, knowing Angela was right.
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