Disclaimer: I don't own them, I didn't create them, and I don't profit from them. I do, however, like to take them out from time to time to play with them.

Author's Note: This story was prompted by a spoiler I heard about and then searched the internet until I could see the video clip myself that Hart Hanson spilled. So if you don't want to be spoiled, please stop reading now.

I've warned you.

Ok, you are now proceeding at your own risk so don't get mad at me if you feel spoiled.

Here comes the spoiler.

Hart Hanson said in the video clip from ComicCon that Booth and Bones are going to end up in bed together naked sometime in this coming season, so with that little tidbit of information I got to thinking about just how that might happen. Because we all know in TV-land that things aren't the same as they are in reality, so I've decided to do a series of one-shots to address just how our favorite couple might end up in such a delightful predicament and not necessarily in the manner you might anticipate.

Thank you to Ali for agreeing to beta this for me – I hope that you're patient with my crazy writing process. And this chapter is dedicated to you – Happy Birthday!


Baby I'm A Want You

"I don't know why you're getting so worked up. It's a perfectly rational request." Brennan looked at Booth intently.

"It's perfectly crazy." He looked at her incredulously as he twirled his finger near his ear. He nearly ran his SUV off the road as the words had registered in his mind. Not that he hadn't entertained thoughts about this very scenario in his own mind, but that was fantasy and this was stark raving reality. He glanced at her again as he did his best to keep his breathing even and thread the SUV through the rush hour traffic that clogged the streets of DC.

"It's not crazy." She sounded unintentionally defensive. "Single women do this everyday. I can still have both a career and a child. I've thought through this very rationally and weighed the pros and cons."

"Obviously not all the pros and cons," he retorted rather quickly. He wondered to himself if she had somehow turned the heat on instead of the air conditioning.

"I don't know what that means." Brennan clearly had missed something in the equation as she considered Booth's reaction.

"Ah, don't even use that line on me." He shook his head and let out a groan. "Even you should know just how wildly inappropriate that request of yours was. People just don't ask people things like that." The knot on his tie seemed to be a little tight too, and he wondered to himself if he was catching a late bout of the flu as he let out a cough.

"You're uncomfortable." Her eyebrow raised into a graceful arc as she watched him shift around in his seat. She'd certainly seen that look enough times in this very vehicle, and most often it was because she had brought up his taboo subject.

"You think?!" He let out a snort of laugh that Captain Obvious over there had finally gotten a clue. He only hoped that he didn't have to spell it out for her. "You can't just ask me to come over tonight to try and knock you up like you're penciling in a damn doctor's appointment or something! It doesn't work like that."

"There are other ways to accomplish this without sex. I only thought that it might be a more enjoyable option." The learned doctor had a completely serious expression on her face as she spoke.

"What?" He pinched his face in confusion, and he moved to pull over because there was no way in hell he was going to continue having this conversation while he was driving.

"You're the one who's a parent. You have experience at this sort of thing." She reached out and braced her hand on the dashboard as he wildly whipped the SUV through traffic until he reached the shoulder.

"And I'm a damn good father, but just because I have Parker doesn't automatically mean that I'm a perfect candidate to be a sperm donor." Booth raked his fingers through his hair and looked at her warily as he tried to restrain his response. Could she really be this completely clueless about something this huge?

"I don't know anyone else that I could ask." Brennan really had thought this through, but clearly not enough. Perhaps she should have run it past Angela before she'd tried to present the idea to Booth, maybe eased him into it rather than laying the whole thing out there in one big scoop.

He let out a sigh, his irritation ebbing at the soft plea in her voice. "Bones, this is not the sort of thing that you ask people." He couldn't look at her just then, not with that look in her eyes and the fact that she had said she wanted him to help her have a baby. There were so many lines between them that to walk into that was to step into a web that you just couldn't back out of.

"You are clearly a good breeder. You're strong, you're honest, you have integrity, and you are obviously a good father." Her argument just kept rambling on.

"No, we are not having this conversation right now." He wasn't sure he wanted to have this conversation ever; well maybe not never, but certainly not when they were on their way to meet with Sweets. He was going to hone right in on this little conflict if he didn't set her straight right now.


It was so many hours later that Booth had lost count since Bones had offered up her little revelation of what was spinning in that super-squinty brain of hers. Try as he might, sleep would not come to him, and he found himself muttering under his breath as he paced back and forth in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. Did it even occur to her that maybe he couldn't compartmentalize things the way she could. That even she shouldn't be able to compartmentalize this? And when in the world did she decide that she wanted to have a baby anyway? Had Andy had that much impact on her that she had completely reversed her position on this issue? He was flattered, but there was no way in hell that he was going to be the man that helped her have a baby unless she understood that he wanted far more than just offering up his DNA. Why was he even considering such craziness? She was crazy for even entertaining the thought, no less saying it out loud to him. But then he was crazy too - crazy about her.

A soft knock sounded on his door, and somehow he knew exactly who was going to be standing there, especially given the hour. His brows deeply furrowed, he prepared himself for another one of her squinty explanations for why it was perfectly logical for him to help her have a baby. "Bones," he greeted her wearily.

Brennan looked tired too. "I realized that with all of my logic and reason that I missed a very important element in my calculations." She fully expected that he would offer up a caustic remark, but instead he just nodded and sank down on his couch, gesturing for her to follow. When she realized he was waiting for her to say something more, she sank down next to him and continued, "You're a heart person, and I didn't consider that maybe your heart would have an objection to all of this. I've been trying to put my brain off to the side and think with my heart – well not that it's physically possible to do that, but what I'm trying to say is I don't want this with just my logic and reason, Booth."

He looked at her with a slightly befuddled expression. "I don't know what that means." The irony of his confusion with a line that she seemed to have patented use of wasn't lost on either one of them.

"We're partners, more than partners really...and I think, no I know that if it wasn't for that line you drew we might have already toed across it." At the look of panic followed by confusion and then somewhere close to denial on his face, she surged ahead, "It's obvious to everyone else around us that we have a unique connection, and I think the reason you would make such a good father is that you're such a good man. A man I admire." Her voice was soft as she spoke the last part and her fingers were nervously smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in her jeans.

Booth studied her for a moment and then spoke gently, "Bones, having a baby together isn't something to take lightly. Usually people start these things out by at least going on a date." He wasn't going to deny what she'd said about his idiotic line because she was right, and he was tired of fighting against it. Sometimes to get something really great you had to be willing to risk something really good. Their partnership and their friendship was good, but oh how he wanted great.

"Are you asking me on a date? Because if you are, it's a little late to be going out at this hour," she deadpanned and felt her lips twitch into a smirk. The fact that he hadn't launched into a freaked out tirade like he had in the SUV earlier gave her a measure of hope that maybe he was open to this after all.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Bones, you're something, you know." He shook his head and reached out, enveloping her hand. "I would like to take you on a date, but right now I'm really tired and I just want to get some sleep."

"I should go then." The entire day had taken more of a toll on her than she wanted to admit. It wasn't everyday that she propositioned her partner to impregnate her.

"You shouldn't be driving." He wasn't sure what in the hell he was doing, but since it was clear that they weren't going to worry about that damn line any longer it made no sense for her to leave. Not that he was suggesting that they jump right in to what she had in mind...easing in was a much better idea.

"You want me to spend the night?" Brennan brows arched, needing some clarification that she wasn't misinterpreting his vague invitation.

"Yeah, I don't want you to fall asleep at the wheel." He pulled her up from the couch as he stood. "You can stay out here or..." he swallowed as his eyes glanced down the hallway, "you can come with me." The choice was up to her, and he wasn't going to make it for her although he knew what he wanted despite the weirdness of the day.

"If I come with you, is there a chance we'll end up naked by morning?" Brennan said, her eyes trailing mischievously down his cotton pajama pants. "I mean it's not like I haven't already seen you naked. You are very well proportioned, and other men would be envious of the size of your pen..." She stopped as the return trip brought the view back up to his eyes.

"If you say one thing about how I'm a good breeder, you'll never see me naked again." Booth slung an arm around her shoulders as he propelled her down the hallway. He didn't really mean it, but he was tired and he wasn't sure he could take the anthropological mumbo-jumbo, although the prospect of seeing her naked just might make it all worth it.

Her eyes sparkling, she looked at him with a coy smile, "Well I suppose I could think of a few other uses for you naked."

His laughter echoed in the hall as he pulled her into his side, "You're killing me here, Bones."

Brennan arched her brows suggestively, "I'm very good you know."

"Still not helping," Booth responded as he propelled them into his bedroom, not quite sure what he was getting himself into, but eager to find out.