A/N: I feel so horrible for everyone in the U.S. who needs to wait to see this episode. I am maybe, somewhat happy to be Canadian on Wednesday nights. It was really touching. I would actually recommend watching it before you read this. It was a good moment. Anywho, this is my tag for Beaver in the Otter.

I don't own the song, and Bones belongs to Fox and Mr. Hanson, whom you should follow on Twitter. He's a pretty witty fellow.

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or water fall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned deep to dust

-The Greatest, Cat Power

"But, I've never done anything wrong."

"I believe you."

"I mean, I've made mistakes, obviously, but I've never done something bad just to be bad." All I could do was repeat myself.

"I believe you." As I spoke, I retrieved a wad of cash, and concealed from her view, hoped that I wasn't leaving a hundred dollar tip. We'd only had a beer each.

Then I told her we would dine and dash. She had this incredible look on her face. Like a fat kid who found the cupcake he never knew he had. Like a kid on Christmas. But it was better, because this was Bones. She doesn't do silly things. She certainly doesn't brake the law. That was why I left the money. Also, I can't break the law. I am the law.

But still, as I stood there, counting, she kept saying 'no'.

One.

No.

Two.

No.

Three.

And then she took me by the hand as she raced for the door. The money barely made the counter.

She giggled and squealed with glee as I told her to run. We squrried to the truck. I unlocked it as she finally let go of my hand to run to her door. We hoped in, laughter ingolfing our senses.

The bar wasn't far from her place, so we traveled there.

She was still laughing, even if to herself. "Thank you, Booth."

"What for?"

She smiled. "For doing crazy things like this with me."

"It's nice to see you relax sometimes, Bones."

"That was not relaxing! We broke the law."

I shrugged; I can't lie to her easily. "Yeah, but you had fun. That's all that matters. That we had fun."

Then, all of the sudden, she had this worried look on her face. "Booth?"

"Mhm?"

"If we don't get caught, will my frontal lobe still be similar to a raisin?"

"Of course not." I don't think she believed me. "You had a new experience. You did something new, something fun. You really need to live a little, Bones."

"I don't know what that means."

I sometimes can't believe her. She must know what that means. "Of course you don't." I knew she wouldn't detect my sarcasim.

As I stopped in front of her building, I cut the engine. Again, her mood shifted rapidly. She burst out into laughter again. "Oh my God Booth! I can't believe we did that." She had a huge grin on her face. She was so beautiful. She always is whne she smiles. "I have to tell Angela tomorrow. I doubt she will believe me." She paused momentarily. "Oh my God."

I couldn't help but laugh with her again. She's so adorable.

"So," I said, "I'll see you tomorrow? I'll come by and give you a copy of my report. We can have lunch."

"Sounds reasonable."

"Good night, Bones."

"Night, Booth." She opened her door and went to leave but hesitated and turned back to look at me. "Thank you again, Booth." I went to tell her it was no big deal, but she continued. "Thank you for not going with Jared. I would have missed you a lot. And studies show that motorcycles are not even remotely safe." She smiled again. "I always wanted to be great, the greatest even - the perfect person - but I realize that it's good for me to leave my comfort zone. I don't want to have a raisin for a frontal lobe."

Wow, do I ever love that fabulously neurotic lady.

"You could never have a raisin brain, Bones. Never ever."

"Good night, Booth"

"Sleep tight, Bones."

I waited until the door on her building closed, and she turned to wave before I started the

car, and drove home, alone.

La Fin.

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