-A.N.: Set after season three episode "The Santa in the Slush" I don't own Bones sadly.

Valentine's Day Disaters

Chapter One

The lab's skylights were of little help to illuminate the lab today. Washington D.C. had just been called on a huge blizzard warning. Booth thought to himself about where he could find Temperance Brennan in the middle of a snow storm. He walked into the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal lab and found her just where he'd suspected she would be, on the forensic platform.

"Bones, what the hell are you doing here on a day like this? Didn't Cam call and tell you to stay at home?" Booth asked. His partner was the only person that would be hard at work in the middle of winter when she didn't' even have to be at work.

"I needed to take another look at these remains, Booth. Everything just doesn't add up with this one." Brennan gestured to the stainless-steel table that held clean, white bones.

"I don't think that you need to worry THAT much, Bones. The poor guy's from the Stone Age." Booth replied.

"The Bronze Age, Booth, not the Stone Age. Although that would be interesting, I doubt I'm ever going to be privileged enough to examine a Stone Age skeleton." she said in a disappointed tone.

"You know, Bones, most people would think of that as a GOOD thing." Booth tried again. He really didn't want to pick on her in her scientist mode, but she just made it so easy sometimes.

"I thought you would know me better than that by now, Booth." she countered.

"Ah, touché. Looks like you're going to have to put up with me for a little while though." he said.

"Why is that? What do you need to stay here for?" she looked up from the body.

"Blizzard's so bad that the roads aren't safe to drive on. From the looks of it, I'm stuck here until the roads are clear. It was hard enough getting here to find you." he said.

Brennan looked up and took off her latex gloves, "Why did you come looking for me anyway, Booth?"

Ouch, she got you there, Seel, he thought as he fished for an answer. "Well, I tried calling your home phone and when I didn't get an answer, I got worried. Then your mobile was turned off, then I thought 'where else would that crazy lady be but at the lab in the worst snowstorm since Nixon,'" he finished proudly.

She smirked at him despite herself. She made a couple more notes on her clipboard and announced she was done with the poor soul. She turned around to face the Jane Doe she'd taken in from Limbo. Of course, she used the word 'specimen'. Brennan looked down at the seventeen year old that she discovered was named Rachel Robinson.

"One more empty drawer." she mumbled so Booth wouldn't hear her.

He heard her, nonetheless, and thought about the hard-headed scientific façade that she put up for the rest of the world. On the inside, Seeley knew that Temperance had a heart, laden with grief and tormented with the turmoil of her life. He was one of the few people that had seen the carefree side of her slightly. Her singing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun", before he was shot at, had been a wake up call for him more or less. Hearing her sing, he'd noticed she'd had the voice of a siren, enchantingly and mysteriously beckoning him to her. He realized that his partner could be a fun person, if he knew how to talk her into it.

"What do you suggest we do with our time?" she asked while cleaning up, breaking Booth of his trance.

"Oh, I think I could come up with a few fun ideas." he said mischievously rubbing his hands together.

Brennan rolled her eyes, "Booth, I'm not going to help you destroy governmentally funded equipment in this lab. You'd have to go through me first, and I could beat you." she said firmly.

"No, I wasn't thinking anything like that, Bones, even thought it does sound fun…What did you mean you could take me?" he sounded offended.

"Nothing, I know you wouldn't hit a woman anyway. It's not in your morals." she said.

"It shouldn't be one of any man's morals, and your right, Bones. I wouldn't be able to hit you, but you wouldn't hit me either. There's no logical reason to." he said.

Brennan considered it, "You're just making fun of me now. So what were you thinking?"

"Well, what do you do on Valentine's Day when you're alone?" he asked.

"I go about my day just like anybody else should. There shouldn't be one specialized day that people are forced to show their affection on. If two people truly care about each other, they should be able to show the other that every day." she said.

"You're completely right." Booth said.

"Think about it for a…", she trailed off until she realized what he said, "you agree with me, Booth?"

"Yeah, people should show the person they love how much they mean to them every day, if they mean anything to that person at all. Valentine's Day was just created by the card companies to make better profit. It's one more thing us poor males have to remember about for our honeys." he replied.

"Oh, you poor, poor man." Brennan said. "Wow, we agreed on something. Hell must've frozen over with the rest of the D.C."

"Ah, Bones, you don't believe in heaven and hell." he pointed out.

"You know it's just a figure of speech, Booth." she said. He was beginning to be really proud of Brennan. Each day, little by little, he could see her acting more like a normal earthling and not the hyper-rational scientist that he knew three years ago.

They sat there for a while, just happy by one another's company. Brennan wouldn't admit it to him, but if Booth wasn't there with her at that moment, she probably would've just went down to Limbo, got another skeleton, and worked herself into oblivion. She was thankful, for once, for his alpha-male tendencies and worrying about her. Not that she wouldn't have minded helping a nameless skeleton find the family that it knew in life, but the lack of sleep that she'd had over the last few nights wouldn't put her on top of her game.

"I know what I wanna do first." Booth said, snapping Brennan from out of her revere.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Raid Angela's office." Booth said while skipping down from the platform while Brennan ran to catch up.

"Booth, that's a total disregard of Angela's privacy." she said while blocking him. "We can't do that. Why is her office of interest to you?"

"Think about it for a second. Angela is the most normal one out of any of you…"Brennan gave him a derogatory stare. "This means that she stashes things like food and sugary soda in her office." her eyes widened, "Yes, now the little hamster's on the wheel." Booth joked.

"I'm going to have to use the phrase that you use when you're tired of hearing me talk. Shut up." she said.

"Yeah, Bones, doesn't quite have the same effect when you explain it out." he said as he jimmied the lock with his credit card. She shook her head as he broke through the lock.

Angela's office was bigger than Brennan's for the soul reason she needed a lot of room for her art. She had one of her desks on one wall, a small area that could be mistaken for a living room, and then a darker room where the walls were painted black. This was where Angela's greatest creation rested. The 'Angelator' was the holographic programming that she'd developed within three months of working for the Jeffersonian Institute.

"Sweetness!" Booth exclaimed as his eyes came into contact with the giant computer. "Bones, do you know how do use that thing?"

"Uh…" Brennan was afraid that if she told him the truth, he'd force her to mess around with Angela's program. Then again she was a horrible liar, "I-I'm not saying anything."

Booth's eyes lit up, "You do! Can you show me how?" he said.

"No! Not without Angela's permission! It's unethical for one colleague to snoop around in another colleague's affairs." Brennan sounded shocked.

"Alright, Bones, I see your point. You're a better person than I am," Booth said as he fiddled with his cell phone. Like lightening, his fingers flew across the numbers on his phone and held it to Brennan. She looked at it to find out that the phone was calling Angela. Brennan horrifically snatched the phone from Booth and charged out of the room.

This is going to be a long day was the only thought going through Brennan's head.