I Can't

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, wish I did, etc.

PG

By Daughter of the Black

Brennan stood next to the bar, a beer in hand; she was only half-heartedly listening to the beat of the music and Sully's voice regaling her with yet one more tale of his F.B.I. glory. Her focus was across the crowded club, on Angela, who was trying almost desperately to engage Booth in a discussion about something he obviously had no interest in.

Sully's voice dragged her attention back to him, "…so, do you think you might?"

"Sorry? I missed that, what did you ask?" She smiled apologetically and bit her lip, embarrassed at her behavior.

He gave her a small grin, "I just was maybe wondering if you wanted to go with me to a F.B.I. gala on Friday evening?"

Something drifted to the front of her mind, "I didn't know you were going."

Tim Sullivan half frowned, "And you are?"

Brennan swallowed the mouthful of amber liquor and looked up at the man, "Yeah, Booth and I are going, since we're partners."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the first few chords of a new song elicited a grin from the normally stoic doctor, Sully noticed, "You want to dance?"

Her eyes wandered for a moment and then stopped, "I can't."

Just as he was about to ask why, his girlfriend walked out onto the dance floor and met his friend. It stung seeing the partners dance together.

This is how it's supposed to be, the pair of us, dancing and having fun. Forgetting the horror stories of our jobs, relaxing like they are always telling me to. His eyes are so warm and dark, and in this moment, I know, that only we exist. Only we exist, dancing to the pulsing music, the fevered touches, and the lyrics that ring true.

Because it's true, Booth and I are truly Hot Blooded.

Finite

Hope you all enjoyed, I am working on other viewpoints, and a little follow up, so please review, I always like advice!

DoftB