A/N: After months of not writing and a lot of reading here we are. Did I have any inspiration? Maybe the whole: "I love you, in an atta' girl kind of way." ticked me off to write again. And 5x05 wasn't any less frustrating either :P. So now: on my 2 day old (as in my possession) laptop and my fluffy head, I have uploaded yet another ode to my favourite tv-show. So enjoy!

XX Kacey


Disclaimer: I wish I owned a digital camera, an Airbus A380, an Audi R8, a blue laptop, Temperance Brennan, a plane ticket to Atlanta (CNN Centre Yay!), my own bookstore, Seeley Booth, my own set of Play-Doh, a DVD-recorder, Angela Montenegro, Christmas, My own car, My drivers license, The actual other 4 DVD's of Third Watch but I guess I don't...


Chapter 1: Pleasant Dreams & Rest For Dummies

The moment his hands reached her creamy skin underneath her tank top, all was lost for him. He dug his fingers gently into her flesh as she was peppering kisses along his neck. He felt like he was going crazy if she didn't move any faster. So he took her head into his hands and moved his lips over hers to engage in a fierce kiss. She moved him over to the couch and pushed him down onto it so that she could straddle him. "Bones." He whispered to her mesmerised. His fingers once again found their way to the hem of her top and pulled it over her head skilfully. As he moved to open his eyes and see her almost bare before him he felt a tugging at his toes.

"Daddy? Dad! Wake up. Mommy is coming to pick me up in 15 minutes." Parker yelled puling at his father's toes, trying to wake him.

Booth groaned as the light invaded his eyes. Another unfinished inappropriate dream about his partner. It was always too good to be true. He couldn't even remember the day that those dreams started. They would drive him crazy. But the worst thing was always having to see her again afterwards. He needed to be extra cautious at those moments or he would not be able to control his actions. The thought alone of what could be under those clothes gave him the urge to rip them from her body.

But seriously, some of the tops she wears are impossible not stare at and wonder what those clothes are covering up. Those tops with excruciatingly low plunging neckline that should actually be called a chest line 'cause it was nowhere near her neck, that leaves very little to the imagination. "And those legs! They belong wrapped around my… Stop it Booth! You're driving yourself mad!" He thought to himself.

"Daddy, were you dreaming about Dr. Bones?" Parker asked now standing next to the bed.

Booth suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Why would you think that bub?" He asked panicked.

Parker smiled mischievously. "Because you said her name, dúh!" The boy answered.

Booth sighed with a bit of relief. "Yes, daddy had a dream about Bones."

"What was the dream about?" Parker asked sitting down on the bed, looking at his father curiously.

Booth closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. "Dammit." He thought. "We were catching bad guys, Parker."

"Oh, OK." He said as Booth patted the boy's head.


Dr. Temperance Brennan was sitting at her desk, her head resting in her arms and fast asleep. When Dr. Camille Soroyan walked in and found Brennan like that she sighed. This was about the hundredth time she came in really early and found Brennan asleep at either her desk or on her couch. She gently shook Brennan's shoulders in an attempt to wake her up. "Dr. Brennan." She said as Brennan slowly lifted her head yawning.

She looked really tired, a bit pale and in need of some actual rest. That last case had certainly taken its toll. "What time is it?" Brennan managed to choke out, rubbing her eyes.

"7 AM." Dr. Soroyan said matter-of-factly. Then she was silent for a while and did a retake on the doctor's appearance. Her eyes were barely open, her hair was certainly nothing to write home about and the slightly apparent circles under her eyes didn't do her well-defined face any justice.

"Ok Dr. Brennan, I will give you two options. You will either sleep on your couch for the next two hours and wait until Booth arrives to drive you home or you go home right now and I will call you a cab. Either way, you are taking the day off. I'd drive you home myself but I have a satellite engagement with a European museum director at 7:15."

Brennan sighed and pondered a moment over the choice given to her. She had no energy for objections anyway. Normally she would avoid Booth because he would be worried and not let her out of his sight but she had come to terms with that over the past couple of years. It had become normal to her to be less independent when he was around. But her eyelids and painful neck were telling her she needed a bed, now. So she closed her eyes for about five more seconds and made an attempt to get up.

Dr. Soroyan put her hand on Brennan's shoulder and gently pushed her back down. "What's it going to be Dr. Brennan?" She asked completely serious.

"Cab." Brennan barely managed to get out, momentarily hating herself for sounding so weak.

"Okay, then you won't get up until the cab gets here. Do you feel a bit dizzy by any chance?" She asked inspecting her pale complexion.

Brennan looked at her as if she had just asked her one of life's unanswerable questions. "" Huh?" She huffed.

Dr. Soroyan sighed. "Do you feel disoriented at all Dr. Brennan?" She asked again.

Disoriented. Would that describe the unbalanced feeling she was having? "I guess." She finally answered, still thinking about the question.

Dr. Soroyan knew Brennan was in no way capable of moving herself more than a few feet so she decided she would call Booth instead of a cab. "I'm calling your cab, don't move. That's an order Dr. Brennan." She didn't expect much of an answer and was proved right as Brennan lay her head back onto her arms and let out a shaky breath.

Booth awoke again by the ringing of his cell phone, which wasn't a bad thing seeing that he needed to get up anyway. There was no way Parker was going to tell him that they should get ready. "Booth." He grumbled into the phone, not bothering to check the caller-id.

"Seeley its Cam. I need you to do something for Dr. Brennan."

"Don't call me Seeley, Camille." He said not completely awake. Then he realised what she said. "What? Is she okay? What can I do?" He said worriedly, now completely awake.

Cam held down a giggle that threatened to come out when she heard the change in his voice. "I found her in her office a couple of minutes ago. She was sleeping behind her desk again. It seems that she has been there all night and she doesn't look that good either, who am I kidding: she looks like a wreck. I mean, the woman can barely keep her head up and she has yet to say a full sentence." Cam sighed. "I don't mean to worry you Seeley but I'd think she'd be better off with you than taking a cab."

"Damn right she is. Problem is, I have Parker and he needs to go to school in about an hour and a half." Booth was silent for a second. "Wait I'll just tell Parker to stay put and I'll get Bones to stay at my place for the day. I just hope she won't go all kamikaze scientist on my ass just because she needs help."

Cam snorted as she envisioned just what Booth had said, that was a very likely scenario. "Ok, I'll make sure that she stays in her office in the time that I'm still available and I'll hand watch over to one of the security officers when I have to leave. Don't worry Seeley, she'll be fine."

"Thanks Camille." He said snapping his phone shut. This was going to be a long day.


A/N: Any good so far? Ya'll have nice dreams about Bones tonight!