A/N: Bones does not belong to me. If it did, we would have cute little scenes like this. If you feel like reviewing, then i thank you millions! But if you don't, that's ok too. Have fun kids!
"Jeez, Booth," Brennan exclaimed, "It's damn well freezing!"
"Bones, if it wasn't freezing, it wouldn't be a stakeout," Booth replied, scanning the area for their suspect from his position on the ground. He had to agree with her, having to hide out in the woods in November was never the best plan they could have come up with.
"And why couldn't we have slept in the car?" Brennan growled, feeling more irked by the minute. Not to mention that she was shivering non-stop.
"And you don't think this guy is gonna notice if two people are camped out in an SUV in the middle of nowhere. Right Bones, whatever you say." Booth said, drawing the cover tighter around him.
Brennan was beyond annoyed. She hated this criminal with a passion, more than she normally did. She was stuck in a tent (it's less noticeable than a fire, so it damn well is Booth!) with a totally-in-a-fun-mood FBI agent, a thin cover and absolutely no light of any sort. Oh yes, some days Brennan just loved her job.
"Fine, goodnight Booth." This was all she said and Brennan relished the quiet. She peeked one eye open to find Booth still lying partially out the tent flap, letting all the cold air in. Fortunately it's my head that's near the opening of the tent, she thought. When Brennan was pissed, she was one sarcastic lady.
Booth hadn't meant to be snappy with his partner. He was just cold and tired, like she probably was. He looked over to her. She had her eyes shut but was shaking uncontrollably with the cold. It tugged Booth's heart to see his favourite woman in discomfort of any sort.
Bones would probably kill him for what he was about to do but hey, at least this way they could share body heat. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She visibly jumped and eyed him wearily.
"C'mere," he said simply. She was having a hard time understanding what he wanted but scooted closer to him anyway. Brennan was surprised when he draped an arm over her waist and pulled her close.
"Have you went completely mad?" she hissed at him. This caused Booth to grin and shut the flap of the tent.
"No," he whispered back. "I'm going to let you and I have some sleep. And I will hear if our guy moves past here because I'm a light sleeper. Trust me, a twig cracks and I'll know about it."
Brennan nodded and looked at his arm curled over her midsection, causing her to sigh. For some reason, this felt so right. She settled back onto her pillow and put her small hand over his larger one.
Booth felt fiercely protective of her, caused by her small action. He instantly pulled her closer, any closer and she would have slept inside his body. He promised never to let anything happen to her, never.
And so they slept. Brennan's back was to him but she still kept a tight hold of his hand. He continued to sleep with his arm held over her middle. She moved back so her head was under Booth's chin. This was their sweetest dream.
