These are just little somethings I've been dabbling in for a bit now and I thought I might share them with you. They can jump back and forth, be B&B established or not or simply be nothing but dialogue. I hope they bring you a little smile like they did me.

Wallet

Brennan smirked under her crimson red, silken napkin as she dabbed her lips. Her partner was sitting across from her at her large kitchen table happily being her guinea pig with a new pasta dish she had been meaning to try for weeks now. She found when it came to food, he didn't have to be asked twice.

Washing down the last bit of sauce from her mouth she watched him eat. His keen senses picked up on her taking him in and he gave her a large smile.

"Whatcha lookin' at Bones?" His Sam Adams hit his lips not a blink later.

"Obviously you," she answered honestly.

"I got that part. Anything in particular?" His fork paused at his lips as if he might keep talking but his stomach got the better of him because the fork found its way to his tongue.

"Can I ask you something?"

"I've seen you do it a thousands times Bones, I'm sure one more time won't kill you," he replied simply. "And you know you can ask me anything."

"What do you keep in your wallet?" She had perched her chin in her hand, resting her elbow on the table.

"My wallet?" he repeated. "I guess the usual guy stuff. Money, credit, debit cards, insurance, picture of Parker, movie stub…I guess that's about it. Why do you ask?"

"You don't carry protection?"

His eyes flicked from his plate up to hers. It was going to be one of those conversations.

"Do you need it?" He asked. He was sure if there was a condom in his wallet the manufacturer wasn't in business anymore.

She laughed. "Of course not. I was just wondering." She picked up her utensils again and cut her pasta into more manageable, womanly, bites.

"Well Bones, the last time I needed to carry protection in my wallet, I was just over voting age. I don't get much action in small, semi-public places where you fumble for a condom in the dark as she keeps an eye out for oncoming cars." While his mind flashed back his youthful transgressions, hers flickered nothing but confusion. Obviously Temperance Brennan had never gotten lucky in the back of her father's car while Stairway to Heaven played on the FM radio.

"I was just wondering…" her mind crossed over quickly to another related subject. "Do you feel it is both parties responsibility to carry necessary protection?" She chewed slowly as she waited for his answer.

He shrugged, not having given it much thought and being brought up in the house of 'no glove, no love.' "I don't know Bones. I guess I never gave it much thought. But thinking back I guess I did because I always supplied the needed…supplies."

"Hmm, that's interesting."

"That I practice safe sex?" he questioned.

"No, that you displayed such alpha male tendencies at a young age." She went back to her meal with gusto.

"Sure, Bones." Sometimes he had no idea where she came up with this shit.

"And there's no such thing as safe sex," she finalized her thoughts.

"Words to live by."