"Donuts." Sweets started for the group.

"FBI Agents." Booth grinned, helplessly charming Brennan into continuing the 'childish game'.

"Forensic Anthropologists." Dr. Brennan smiled. Of course, they would think the two go together, because, well, they go together.

"Jeffersonian." Booth said.

"Bones." Brennan said, rolling her eyes. Booth was still grinning, ear to ear, as His Bones said the five letters.

"Bones." Booth said, grinning wider.

"You can't say the same word I said, that's cheating!" Brennan exclaimed.

"You were thinking skulls, but I was thinking you." He explained, still smiling.

"Okay." The smile reached her blue eyes, as it reached his brown ones.

"Apple pie." Booth started them on topic again, licking his lips, and then his stomach growled.

"Sex." She said, before thinking.

She can't believe that slipped out. Now he knew her weakness, in her armor of compartmentalizing him, them, everything.

"Is that because of what Sweets said?" He cringed.

"No." He gave her a look "A little, but it's just the way you ask, when you know I hate"-

"What way?"

"Like… you're hopeful, you're asking for something vital to you, to us. Like if I do eat the pie…we might cross the line. You would finally do something that was not professional, or friendly. When you look at me like that, your voice, it's hopeful. And then when I say I don't like pie, I see how your eyes drop a little, Booth. I feel like I might lose my grip, my control, but then there's your smile, because it's one of our things that go on between us, the pie thing. It's ours." She was staring at her hands, biting her lip. Nervous? Shy? Scared?

"Is that why you never do? Because you think I want you?" He sighed. She gasped at his direct approach- and then the words sunk in. Think. That word, like atta girl, it hurt.

Well I could hit just as hard.

I mean I could if he did want me, except he does not want me.

"Because we are just partners. Because there's a wall between us, that is meant to be there. Because this thing, our thing, is not meant to happen to us." I continued.

"Why not?" He asked.

"It's not in the cards for us. We will never be like that. If God thought so, then why are we always interrupted? Weather its Angela, Zack, Cam, Sweets- some one is always stopping us. It feels like everyone is against it- even when they are trying to get us together? It feels like they want to tear us apart."

"It's bad luck,"-

"I don't believe in luck."

"You don't believe in God, or fate, or"-

"Just leave this alone!"


"Because I need a reason, besides we're just friends, when I know that's not what we are."

"What are we?"

"Booth, stop interrogating me." I sighed.

Booth inched toward Brennan, not backing down.

"And you doubt me? Why?"

"It's been years! Five years. You obviously have been avoiding this with me. Just stop. Okay? Stop."

"Years?" Booth smiled.

"Is this a joke to you?"

"Of course not!" Booth's smile was whipped away.

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because you have loved me for years." The smile was back.

"I never said those words."

"So are you saying you don't love me?"

"You are so annoying, and cocky, and vain, and arrogant!"

"And you love me."

"Booth, before you do this, you should know what it is you're doing. I know you think of this fight or just another bicker, or argument, but it isn't, okay? If you win this one…if you make me say it, everything's over."

"Well something has to end to start, Bones."

"I don't want this to end."

"What to end?"

"This; us. Being together,"

"But we aren't together."

"I know." She whispered. "But it's better then you leaving."

"I'm not leaving."

"But you will, Booth, everyone does, okay? If I tell you, you'll leave. I wouldn't want you to stay if you didn't want to, and that's why you have to let me have my secrets. You have to let me compartmentalize."

"I'll never want to leave. The only way I'd leave is if I had to go to war, Bones. That's the only way, and it won't happen."

"Booth, I know you don't feel like I do, okay?"

"How do you feel?"

"I love you." She whispered, giving up the fight, his eyes were just too pure, honest, brown.

"I love you, too."


"You were wrong, Bones. We feel the same."

"Are you…serious? Do you think this is a joke? Booth, I'm not playing with you."

"I'm not either. I love you."


"Because your my Bones." He said simply, smiling.