A/N: Inspired by a conversation with the ever so wonderful bea.tricks...this has been stuck trying to get out for a while. Here you have an intro, next chapter I'll have to explain why there is a premise for this fic you'll all just have to accept for now and fight with me about it later...yes, that's right - later! Just go with the flow...

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

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"They're going to break."

"They're not going to break."

"They're going to break. Have you seen him? Have you seen her?"

"Honey..."

"They kissed Jack. They pulled their finger out of the dam and let the water flow hot and rapid for a whole 30 seconds and now they're trying desperately to shove their fingers back in the hole. But it won't work, the pressure it too great. The current is pushing their little fingers all over the place. They might be able to plug it for a bit, but the cement round the hole is never going to be strong as before they took their fingers out of the dam. They've created a torrent of foamy, wet..."

"Ok Angela, enough with the damn dam metaphor, I think you've flooded it."

"I know they seem cool, calm, collected, rational and focused, like unruffled swans swimming calmly across the surface of the pond known as repressed desire. But believe me, underneath they are both paddling like demented ducks, trying madly to stay afloat."

"They look pretty buoyant to me."

"Look again lover. See Booth, see him there, leaning over her as she uses the electron microscope? His arm casually on the back of her chair, actually showing interest in the procedure."

"Yeah."

"How often does he hover like that when you're using the EM?"

"Never, but he always stands that close to Dr. Brennan when..."

"No, you're wrong. He doesn't. He usually is stood over that side, lolling against the rail watching her from a distance, nonchalant, waiting to be given a piece of information he can get excited about before grabbing her and running out of the lab without so much as a by your leave."

"Hmmm."

"Damn right hmmm. And look at her. Notice anything different."

"You're asking me? I only have eyes for you sweetheart."

"Yes, yes Jack. You got me already. No, look again."

"Err, lab coat, boots, necklace, shirt, no I'm not seeing it."

"Her hair is down."

"Her hair is down?"

"While using equipment she regards as sacred."

"Her hair is down."

"Correct."

"And that means...?"

"Femininity, darling. Allure...attraction."

"And that means...?"

"Yeah, like you don't know."

"Ok, so she is deviating from her usual course of action. Doesn't mean they're going to...Look. She told you, she explained in great, Dr. Brennan-like detail how important their little pact is to both of them. You're talking about the King and Queen of long term repression here. So ok, he is standing closer than usual and she hasn't tied her hair back. That doesn't mean they're about to force us to find another janitor's closet any time soon."

"A week. I give it no more, no less. They're down three already. When she told me about the pact, I gave it a month. "

"Care to make a wager on that?"

"Don't let Booth hear you saying that."

"Oh I already have him tied into a bet on this one..."

"You do not!"

"No, but I was this close!"

"Tell. Me. Everything."

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TBC - what bet? what kiss? what pact?...answers to be revealed and you know what encourages me...well Reviews are like ambrosia from heaven...and they make me write faster too - I work better under pressure...pressure me!