I know I shouldn't be doing this, since I'm already writing another story and I know I'll get crazy while writing two. But after watching the promo today I just had to write something about it. So… here it is.

For those who doesn't/didn't read my other story, English is not my first language, so, if you catch any mistake or typo (believe me, you will, because I usually write late at night and post the chapter right away, always missing some mistakes), please let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

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It felt like the sound of the Royal Diner had been sucked from the place. All Brennan could hear was a murmur at the background and the sound of their cutlery hitting the plates. No one would talk on their table. No one would stare at each other. Their lunches had been like that for two weeks already, since Booth decided to open that door that she wasn't able to walk in. She thought it would be possible to keep things exactly like they were before, but obviously it didn't happen. It wasn't working and she feared that it would never do. Every day Booth seemed more distant and the more she tried to reach him and bring him back to what he was, the more distant he would become.

It really hit her the week before, when they went to her High School Reunion undercover as a married couple. They've already pretended to be married tons of times before while working in other cases, but that time was different. That time she knew they just had to pretend because she didn't want that to be real.

She didn't mind pretending to be married. At all. She could see that all the women in that party wished they could be her. Not because she was now a rich and successful anthropologist and a renowned best-selling author, but because she was married to that hot and cute guy. And while they were pretending, she let herself go in the game. Except Booth didn't. He would do just what he had to do. Just what was necessary to solve the case. He didn't want to dance with her. He didn't want to hold her close. Yes, he gave in in the end and she let herself get lost in that little moment of joy. He let himself go too and she knew he was enjoying the dance. During that time, they didn't pretend. They just held each other and forgot that things were far from perfect between them. Just for that moment.

But now they were back to "awkward" again. And she hated it.

"Your pie looks tasty." She tried to start a conversation. The silence was killing her.

"I thought you hated pie, Bones." He had a little chuckle.

At least she could still make him smile.

"I do, but for a pie, it looks good." Brennan tried.

"It looks exactly the same as it had been looking for the past five years." He said and kept eating the pie.

He didn't want to talk to her, unless it was work related, she realized.

The silence dominated their table again.

She sucked at small talk.

The noise of the cutlery was starting to annoy her. She had to say something.

"Andrew asked me to go out with him tomorrow." She decided to tell him.

Booth instantly looked up at her and stopped chewing.

Yeah. At least she caught his attention.

When he realized he just reacted in a way he shouldn't, he pretended he didn't care.

"He did?" Was all he said, while playing with the rest of the pie in his plate. He wouldn't ask if she accepted. He wouldn't. Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood for pie anymore.

"Yes." She confirmed. "When he invited me to the play, I thought it was code for sex."

Booth swallowed, even though there was no pie left on his mouth.

"Ow." The sound escaped from his mouth. He tried to recover as quickly as he could. "Are you going with him?"

Damn. It wasn't what he wanted to ask. He didn't care about who she dated. Or what she did with the people she dated.

But then… why did he want to punch a wall just thinking about her and bubble head Hacker doing something close to touching?

"I'm still thinking about it." She told the truth and moved her spoon inside her mug. The coffee was already cold, but she had to touch something. "I can't see why a man would take a woman to watch The Lion King, the musical, just because he likes seeing human beings licking themselves pretending to be lions while having a stupid hat in their heads, supposed to be the animal's face."

"I hate musicals… all that singing and jumping around is…meh" Booth made a face. "But I took Parker to watch it last year and he enjoyed it. I took earplugs, so, I was fine."

"Exactly. Men usually are not fond of plays with people singing and having dancing choreographies, that's why I believe Andrew just wants to take me there to have sexual intercourse after the show is over."

All that pie was starting to make Booth feel sick of his stomach.

"I never knew you liked musicals." He commented a bit bitterly.

"I appreciate how some people are able to sing, act and dance at the same time. It takes a lot of talent. It's not an easy task." She took a sip of her coffee. Ew.

Brennan pushed the mug away from her, so there wouldn't be any chance of her distractedly take another sip of that thing supposed to be coffee but that tasted like dirty water.

Brennan noticed Booth wasn't enjoying that talk very much.

"Is it okay for us to talk like this?" She asked.

"Yeah. We are partners." Booth shrugged. "Partners share stuff, don't they?"

"Yeah, but you always get all uncomfortable every time we talk something sex related and after that day…" She didn't have to tell directly which day she was talking about. She knew he would know.

"It's okay, Bones, really." Booth said relaxed. "If you want to go with Mr. Basket Ball Head to watch happy people dancing and singing, you should."

"Basket Ball Head? Why are you calling Andrew "Mr. Basket Ball head"?" Brennan asked confused.

"Ah, come on, Bones, do I really need to explain? Only a blind person wouldn't realize his head isn't exactly an average head's size…" He started to chuckle but tried to hide the laugh when he got a glance from Brennan. "Not that it is a problem, of course."

"Andrew is a tall man, I think his head is just the right size for his body." She defended her possibly-date.

"Well, you're the one dating him." He shrugged. "Anyway, I also have a date tomorrow."

It was her turn to feel the heart flipping inside her chest.

"You have a date tomorrow?" She gasped.

"Yea-ha." He nodded and shoved a fork full of pie inside his mouth, starting to chew happily this time. Take that now.

"With who?" Brennan couldn't help asking. Yes, he said he was going to move on, but she didn't think it would happen that fast. And yes, he had all the rights to date whoever he wanted. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

"Catherine Bryar." He was enjoying that. It was so good to be in the other side. If she could date his boss' boss' boss and share how those dates were with him, why couldn't he do the same?

"Dr. Bryar?" Brennan said surprised. "The marine biologist? You can't date her!"

"Why?" He dared.

"Because…" Think, Temperance, think! "She's a suspect. You can't go out on dates with suspects."

"Her alibi was proven. It wasn't her."

"But we also thought that guy I went out wasn't a suspect anymore and he ended up being the murderer." Brennan felt nauseated remembering that he touched her lips with his murderer-mouth. "You shouldn't risk, Booth."

"Catherine is not a murderer, Bones." Booth guaranteed.

"How can you possibly know?" She asked.

"Bones, Bones… after all this time working with me, you still don't know my guts' magic talents?" Booth teased her.

"But you said your instincts weren't 100% accurate after your brain surgery." Ouch. She regretted saying it right after it came out of her mouth. She remembered how terrified Booth was when he thought he wasn't as good in reading people as he was before the surgery. "Sorry, Booth, I shouldn't have said it."

"Why are you so against the fact that I'm going out on a date?" He asked her. "I told you I had to move on, and you agreed with it."

"Wha- I'm not against it!" She cried. "I just don't want you to go out with someone who can possibly be a murderer. I know how terrible it is to find out about it after. I'm just giving you an advice, as a good friend should do."

"Catherine is not the murderer, Bones." Booth repeated. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"Also, she has those big, creepy, piercing blue eyes." Brennan heard herself saying. "And that hair… why does she keep it so long? It's probably not very practical to maintain, given the fact she spends hours in the water. Not a clever choice."

"You also have big piercing blue eyes." He was really enjoying that.

"Are you saying that my eyes are creepy?" She asked in disbelief.

"No- No, Bones." He chuckled and looked at her face. She looked hurt by that commentary. "Your eyes are beautiful."

She stared back at him and the world stopped for a minute. Could you kiss with your eyes? Because this definitely felt like it.

The moment was broken when Brennan's cell phone started to ring.

"Brennan." She answered. After a little chat, she hung up. "It was Hodgins." She informed Booth. " He has news on the case. I've got to go back to the lab. Can you drop me off there?"

"Sure."

She worked on the case for the rest of the day. It was almost 10pm when she remembered the conversation she had earlier with Booth on the diner. After thinking for a moment, she took her cell phone and dialed a number who'd been calling her all day.

"Andrew?" She was surprised when answered on the first ring. "Hi, this is Temperance. I just wanted to say I would love to go to the play with you tomorrow."

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A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Review PLEASE!