Hello there. =] I have all these little random ideas for OneShots floating around in my active little mind, so I decided to make just one, whatever you call this (tired brains are terrible at thinking of words xD), to put most of them in. I figured it was better this way than making a million different stories and annoying people.

So here's the first one. It's the way I feel 'The Priest in the Churchyard' should have played out. =]

"Do You See Where We Are?"

A OneShot by pleasedontstoptherainxx

Description: "But seriously, did you two sleep together?" It was more of a joke, a rhetorical question, but what will Angela think when Booth gives her the last answer she expected. "Yes."

All of this was growing quite complicated. It had been almost a week since Sully sailed off into the sunset without his girlfriend, and the love of Special Agent Seeley Booth's life, Doctor Temperance Brennan, world renowned anthropologist, and best selling author. And along with that, came the thoughts that Booth was trying so desperately to push from his mind. The thoughts of 'The Night'. To Brennan and Booth's co-workers, the date of 'The Night' referred to the day that Sully left. To them, it referred to the date of 'It'. When 'It' finally happened. 'It' shouldn't have happened, but it did. Just a few too many sips of scotch. A few too many playful pokes, slaps, and touches, and innocent words of flirtation. One shot turned into two. Booth's playful pokes at her arm turned into smooth caresses, while Brennan ran her hands down his rib cage, as opposed to elbowing him there. Words of flirtation turned into moans of encouragement. Clothing was shed, urges were satisfied, but most importantly, dams were broken. Lines were crossed that night that shouldn't have been.

"Booth," Brennan's voice was hoarse, as her mind ran over the incidents of the night prior over and over in her mind, when she woke up in bed next to her partner the next morning "that..." she paused, glancing at Booth, who had a satisfied smile on his face, waiting for a 'that was amazing', or 'that was the best sex of my life', but was only disappointed when she spoke again, "that was a mistake."

"What the hell are you talking about, Bones?" Booth asked, feeling his anger with her burning in his chest, "a mistake? Mistakes don't feel like that."

Brennan ran a hand through her tangled hair, biting the inside of her lip, but keeping her eyes hollow. She would never admit it, but he was right. Mistakes didn't feel like that. In the back of her mind, she always knew this would happen eventually, but she hoped maybe, when it did, it wouldn't be what either of them was expecting, and they'd be able to move on with their lives as if nothing changed. But something had to change now. They couldn't just sleep together, have an amazing night together, and move on.

"I, enjoyed our intercourse," Brennan assured him, sitting up straight as she pulled the sheets to cover her up, "but, it wasn't supposed to happen."

"But it did," Booth said, "it happened. We can't just pretend it didn't."

"Yes, we can," her tone was harsh, as she stood up, keeping the sheet wrapped around her as she slid her undergarments back on before gliding back out to the living room, making her way swiftly to the couch to gather her clothes.

When she was standing in front of the couch, she saw that their path was clearly marked by articles of clothing strewn across the apartment. His suit jacket was tossed in a heap on one of the couch cushions, her blouse on the floor in front of it. Both of their pairs of shoes were tossed carelessly against the wall near the door. The trail ended at his bedroom door, with his pants and her skirt. Brennan could remember the sound of Booth's husky voice in her ear.

"Should we stop?" He had asked her.

What kind of question was that? Their attraction to one another was obvious. She knew that once that line was blurred, even just the slightest bit, there was no turning back. How could he even think that after he had her pinned to the wall, his fingers yanking impatiently at the zipper of her skirt, that she was going to change her mind?

"What we should do is stop talking and open that bedroom door," she'd responded, "then when we get in there, we're not going to 'stop' until I feel every inch of your body."

Booth had growled against her skin, where his lips were pressed to her neck, before taking the doorknob and shoving the door open in one swift gesture, pushing her through the doorway before slamming the door behind them, causing the wall to rattle a bit.

Now, it was a week later, and, as Brennan had predicted, things were awkward between the partners. They fought constantly, didn't want to go anywhere together, and took out their dysfunctional relationship on all of their co-workers, causing not only their partnership, but their relationships with everyone around them, to start to fall apart. When Booth had to go to the church to ask if anyone could identify the murder victim found in the churchyard, he and Brennan decided it would be best for him to take Angela, so they could spend some time away from each other. Maybe distance was what they needed.

Of course, only a few minutes into the sermon, Booth remembered why he and Brennan didn't take Angela places with them. She was a 'wild child', a girl who said what was on her mind and didn't care where they were, or who heard it. As much as he begged her to just let him pray in silence, she was relentless. Booth tried his best to just give her short answers, until one of her questions really set him over the edge.

"Did you two sleep together?" Angela's glossed lips turned up into a wicked smile, resembling the 'cat that ate the canary'.

Booth's mouth was slightly agape when he heard her question, keeping his head facing forward as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, speaking to her in a sharp tone.

"Do you see where we are?" He asked in a whisper, his tone sharp, "you don't talk like that in church!" Angela opened her mouth to speak, before Booth cut her off, "Sh," he cut her off sharply, "What does that lab do to you people?"

"It's just," she paused, catching the dirty look he flashed her when she started to speak again. She sighed in frustration, since he wasn't listening to her point, "this seems like more of a couple's thing. And now that Sully is gone..."

"It's not, it's a work thing," Booth cut her off again, not letting her speak to him for the rest of the sermon, since he knew it wouldn't end well.

When they stepped outside, Angela's sketchbook and new picture tucked beneath her arm, Booth stayed silent, walking swiftly to the car. Angela picked up her pace to keep up with his long strides, nearly dropping her pencil as she practically jogged along side him.

"Hey," she snapped, stopping her fast walking to set her hand on her hip in an annoyed stance, "listen, Booth, obviously I hit a nerve in there, by bringing up the 'dirty deed' in the middle of a church sermon, but you don't have to be mad about it. It was just a question."

Booth pressed the unlock button on his keys, hearing the SUV make a small beeping sound when the doors unlocked.

"I know," he said, as Angela jogged the short distance to the SUV and got into the passenger's side, placing her sketchbook in her lap as she buckled her seatbelt, "but you just, don't bring up sex in church. No matter how religious you are, that's just common knowledge. Church is one of those places where the sex topic is off limits."

"Sorry," Angela muttered, knowing that there was a lot more to this than just the fact that she was talking about sex in church.

Booth got in the SUV after her, bucking up as well before he put his key in the ignition and pulled out of his parking space, starting down the highway. The first few minutes were silent, as Angela tapped her fingers against the sketchbook.

"So," she finally broke the silence, "but seriously, did you guys sleep together?"

Booth knew there was no way in hell he could keep this from Angela much longer, since she practically had ESP for knowing when someone slept with someone different than the norm. Without making a big deal of it, Booth simply put his sunglasses on, not taking his eyes of the road when he responded to her question.

"Yes," he mumbled, barely audible.

Angela's brown eyes grew wide, wondering if she heard wrong, or if he really did just say that he and Brennan slept together. She was only half kidding when she asked, but he seemed so serious.

"What?" Angela asked, feeling her hands tremor with excitement.

"Yes," he repeated, "Bones and I slept together."

Angela blinked in shock. Why was he being so calm about this?

"You're just going to casually tell me you slept with Brennan like it's nothing?" Angela asked, a look of pure shock on her face, "you might as well have been telling me what you had for dinner last night," she held up her hand when he went to speak, "and that wasn't me asking."

"Angela, she was the one who said she wanted to pretend it didn't happen, not me," he informed her, "but when it comes down to it, she might have had the right idea. What happened between us was an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen. We had a little too much to drink, Bones was emotional because of Sully, and things just went too far."

"Blaming it on the alcohol I see," Angela snorted, "please, Booth. Don't even pretend that you didn't want to jump your Bones' bones without any liquor in your system."

"You know that I have, some sort of feelings for Bones," he said, not able to bring himself to say the 'L' word, "but she told me that we shouldn't have slept together. Left me in my bed like I was just another Saturday night to her."

"You weren't," Angela promised.

"You know," Booth continued, completely ignoring her words, "Bones and I have been partners for almost three years. We've shared things with each other that we don't tell many other people. I've cried in front of her. I helped her find her father, let her cry on my shoulder when she had to bury her mother, and this is how she shows her gratitude? By sleeping with me, then saying 'Oh, sorry, Booth, gotta go. Thanks for the fun, but that meant absolutely nothing to me.' I should have known I was just another notch in her bedpost."

"You weren't."

"Did I even mean as much to her as Sully? Or Michael? Or Dick431? Or was I just another one night stand? A romp in the sack? A roll in the hay? I was just a way for her to drown her pain over Sully leaving."

"Booth!" She snapped, grabbing his attention away from his rant, "you weren't."

"You don't know that," he muttered.

"Yes I do," Angela said, "Brennan is my best friend. I know how she feels about you. Granted, I had no idea you two had a secret rendevous, but she's told me the way she feels about you before."

Booth suddenly became interested as he glanced at her.

"What did she say?" He asked, casually.

"Nah uh," Angela laughed, narrowing her eyes at him, "nice try, FBI, but, like I said, Brennan is my best friend, and she told me something in confidence. It's not my place to tell you."

"Well, Angela, you can't just say 'I know how she feels about you' and then not tell me," Booth informed her, rolling his eyes in aggravation at the artist, "just tell me."

"I think you know," Angela accused, "but if you honestly don't, then you can ask her."

"Good, I will," Booth concluded.

At first, he was planning on just dropping Angela back off at the Jeffersonian, and going back to the Hoover building himself, but after her challenge, he had to take it up. Seeley Booth never backed down from a challenge.

Only moments after arriving back at the lab, seeing that she wasn't on the forensic's platform, Booth headed straight for Brennan's little office. Without knocking, he pulled the door open to see the anthropologist looking absorbed in her laptop, her fingers moving swiftly over the keys as she typed something up.

"Bones," Booth made his presence known, shutting the door behind him and flicking the lock closed before pulling down her blinds, "we need to talk."

"Why are you locking the door and closing the blinds?" Brennan asked skeptically, shutting her laptop as she stood from her chair and circled her desk to stand in front of it, "and you know you're supposed to knock before you walk into someone's office?"

Ignoring her last comment, Booth spoke again, taking a step closer to her.

"You love me," he told, rather than asked, her.

Brennan's eyes grew wide with surprise when the words left his mouth.

"W-What?" She stammered, taken back by his statement.

"You love me," he repeated, taking a long pause before continuing, "and that's why you're so freaked out about what happened on the day Sully left. Because you love me, and you can't deal with that. You can't handle the fact that you're in love with your partner."

"You're insane," she scoffed, wanting to move, but feeling as if her legs wouldn't cooperate with her mind at the moment, "obviously seeing a psychiatrist isn't helping much."

Booth laughed darkly, taking another step closer to her as she simultaneously stepped back to make sure he didn't get any closer, the desk behind her seizing her movements. He leaned forward, pressing his hands to the desk to pin her between it and his body.

"Then tell me I'm wrong," he challenged, in a husky voice, "tell me, Temperance."

Brennan shuddered when he used her full name, feeling pathetic when her body trembled like a puppy. Booth was the only man that could do that to her. He was the only one that could make the strong, confident, stubborn woman feel so helpless. She could practically taste his unique scent, mixed with the mint chewing gum he had in his mouth, and it drove her crazy.

"I don't love you," she swallowed back her nervousness, subconsciously leaning closer to him, so their foreheads were nearly touching, "but admittedly," she let out a small, barely audible, gasp when she felt a large hand cup her waist, "I have, feelings for you."

"What kind of feelings?" He asked, knowing good and well what she meant, but needed to hear her say it, his breath caressing her lips when he spoke.

Brennan subconsciously reached up to touch the line of his jaw, her breathing hitching when she felt his breath against her skin.

"I'm attracted to you," she admitted, her fingers slowly tracing over his stubbly mandible, "and I think you would make an exceptionally good partner for someone who desires the same things that you do."

"Which would be what?" Booth asked, gripping the side of her waist tighter when he spoke, causing a spark to run through her body, "What do I want?"

"Commitment," she said, her voice crackling with desire as she used every ounce of her self control not to close the small space between their lips, "marriage. Children. Grandchildren."

"What if I said I was willing to give up those things?" Booth asked, arching an eyebrow questioningly as his fingers caressed her side.

"You wouldn't," she responded simply, biting the inside of her lip.

Booth let out a long breath, frustrated with her at the moment. If she wouldn't just admit her feelings for him, or if she wouldn't accept the fact that he loved her, and was willing to give up what he wanted to be with her, then it wasn't worth it. If she didn't want him, he had to move on. He couldn't wait for her forever.

"Forget it," he muttered, going to push off the desk with his hands, stand back upright, and leave the lab, as if this conversation never took place.

When he leaned slightly away from her, Brennan began to panic, knowing that if she didn't do something quickly, their 'moment' would pass. Before he could even get his hands off the desk, she took his necktie in her right hand, tugging slightly to close the small gap between their lips, feeling the muscles in her stomach tighten when their lips finally connected, in an explosion of relief, passion, and feelings that were unspoken. The kiss started out slow, but quickly heated up. Brennan parted her lips when his tongue poked relentlessly at them, begging for entry, shocking her mouth with the taste of mint when she granted him access. She moved her hands to grip gently onto his hair, their tongues mingling in a moment of lust and passion, as his other hand moved to her other hip, gripping onto both them now, as he pulled her body tight against his. Brennan stumbled backwards when he took a step forwards, his body nudging her into the desk as he pressed her against it, allowing her to move her hands from his hair and steady herself on the cold edge of her work desk. Never once, did she think she'd be there, making out with Seeley Booth against her desk. Only when he lifted her by the waist, setting her in a seated position on the top of the desk, did she start to lose her bearings, placing her hand on his lower back to push him towards her, allowing him to stand between her legs.

"I want you," she purred against his lips, her hands still urging him closer to her, even though he was about as close as he was going to get.

Her body flooded with disappointment when Booth disconnected their lips, shaking his head at her request.

"Not here," he said, simply, moving his hands up to her face to caress apologetically over her cheeks, tracing gently over her features, "not now."

"Why not?" Brennan asked, aware that she was sounding desperate, but not caring at the moment.

"Because, Bones," Booth started, looking seriously into her eyes when he spoke, "I want to wait and do this the right way. Not just have a quick romp on your desk."

"You say 'romp' like it's a bad thing," Brennan said, confusion apparent on her face.

"It's not bad, for some people," he shrugged, "but for us, I think we learned that a casual romp doesn't work between you and I. We have too much history together. We've been through too much. Our relationship can't just be physical, Temperance, even if you want it to be. There's always going to be something more there."

"I know," Brennan admitted, ruffling the back of her hair awkwardly, looking away from the man who was standing between her long legs, "but, I'm not sure I know the appropriate way to act on those feelings. Usually, if I have sexual tension with somebody, we just have sex and it's solved, but with you, having sex made it worse."

"Because it's not just sex with us, Bones, I knew that from the beginning," he whispered, his thumbs tracing over her cheek bones, "just having a quick hit and quit didn't wasn't enough. Because what you're feeling isn't physical attraction. It's the start of love."

"Love is the-"

"Don't start," Booth warned, holding his hand up to cut off the 'squinty' definition of love that he knew was about to come out of her mouth, "just trust me on this one."

Brennan looked back up at him, their eyes connecting in such intensity, that it took her a minute to remember what she was about to say.

"Maybe we can try this your way," she gave in, seeing a smile stretch across his face, "but you're going to have to teach me what to do."

"I think I'll be able to do that," Booth smiled, taking a step away from her, and holding out his hand to help her off the desk.

Brennan took his hand and slid off the desk, stepping close to him again as his arms circled her waist, embracing her in a loose hug, allowing her to escape if she wanted to. Not taking the invitation to get out of the hug, Brennan rested her cheek against his chest and pulled herself close, peeking up at him through her eyelashes.

"So now what?" She asked, curiously.

Booth chuckled at how eager she was to get the ball rolling on this experiment.

"Now, you go back to work and I go back to work," he chuckled lightly, "then, tonight, we go on our first date."