Ok so this picks up right after the infamous 100th (of course) It will be a multi chapter fic (no idea how long) and changed to M in later chapters (because really is it worth reading if it isn't?). I'm gonna try something new though, this fic will deal with Brennan's apparent Aspergers and her struggle to be what she thinks Booth needs. I'm apologizing ahead of time for the grammar and spelling.

Prologue

Sweets looked out the window one more time muttering to himself, "What the hell just happened?"

He had seen the entire scene and though he couldn't read lips, body language let him know what they were talking about. Well, that and the kiss. What surprised him was Brennan pulling away. And what shocked him was her tears. He had really thought she was ready. Apparently he'd missed something.

Now he was really depressed. Not only was his book crap, he'd read her wrong and consequently screwed up their relationship. Booth was gonna shoot him. No doubt about it. Not that he didn't deserve it.

"Damn."

The car ride home was quiet and tense. Brennan had no idea how to break the tension. She'd already apologized and she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him why exactly he needed protection from her. But he did, him and Angela both, because they were the ones who cared the most, mattered the most.

Brennan was diagnosed with Aspergers in her early twenties. Before that it was a personality disorder and before that…well she didn't remember, but it had been something or other since she was three or so. It didn't matter, the outcome was the same. She knew she was different. Hell they all knew she was different, but while they assumed her 'compartmentalization' and her constant 'I don't know what that means' were deflections, and sometimes they were, mostly she just didn't understand. Behavior therapy as a child and a little in college had helped immensely, but it could only take her so far. Maybe it was time to try it again.

"Bones we're home," snapped her out of her musings. He still had that look on her face. She was pretty sure it was on hers too, she just didn't know how to make it go away. Not yet.

"Thanks Booth. I'll see you tomorrow." She glanced at him one more time before shutting the door and going inside.

She sat her things down and went right to the phone. She had to do this. She couldn't stand the look on his face or the sentence that kept running through her head. "I gotta find someone who'll love me."

She had trouble understanding a lot of emotions until she experienced them herself, and even then it wasn't a guarantee. Jealousy though she was well acquainted with. She had admitted to Booth not long ago that she was jealous of all of them. Of their belief in love, of their ability to love. She dialed the number.

"Come on. Come on. Pick up." she really hoped he was home. She didn't know who else to call.

"Gordon Wyatt."

"Gordon Gordon, this is Dr. Brennan. I need a favor," she was surprised at how desperate she sounded.

"Ah, what can I do for the lovely Dr. Brennan tonight?" he sounded busy. She could hear pots and pans clanking in the background.

"I uh…I need a recommendation," she paused "I need a recommendation for a therapist for me."

"Oh," he sounded surprised, "Is this a work thing? Perhaps Dr. Sweets would be better able to help you being as I am a chef and no longer a psychologist."

She sighed. She figured he'd do this. He was always trying to involve Sweets.

"Sweets can't know. I don't want Sweets to know. Look Gordon Gordon, I just need a recommendation. I need to know who to call to help me."

He sighed, "Ok, what exactly do you need help with?"

She paused. Did she really want to do this?

"Dr. Brennan?" he sounded intrigued.

She took a deep breath, "I need a behavioral therapist. Someone who specializes in Aspergers," she let out in a rush.

The line was quiet for a moment. "I know someone who can help." His voice was soft when he said, "You really have come a long way."

She was pretty sure she heard a little pride in his voice.