This was my first fanfic ever. I wrote it a few months ago and I am just now posting it on FanFic. I will post in chapters. Please enjoy! And review!

CHAPTER 1

Dr. Temperance Brennan sat at her computer, clicking away at the keyboard. Her brown hair was wavy today and it framed her face as she smiled at the screen. A small box on the screen said: Mikey0076: I will pick you up around 8.

In response, BrenDoc: That should be fine.

Temperance smiled slightly, amused by Mikey0076 and his seemingly neverending charm. As she typed Goodbye, I'll see you tonight, Seeley Booth waltzed through the door.

"There's my Bones," he said with his full on charm smile.

Startled, Temperance clicked the box to close it. Nervously, she turned to Booth.

"What's up?" she asked, a little flustered. He noticed it.

"What were you doing on there?"

"Nothing. Work, what else?" Brennan replied, trying (and failing) to hide her nervousness.

"Are you dating online again?" Booth asked, a quizzical and concerned look on his face.

"It's really none of your business, now is it?" she bit back.

"Bones, that stuff is for desperate people who can't find a partner in the real world, so they get online and pray that they'll find the love of their life in the virtual world and in the meantime, have meaningless sex with numerous partners."

Temperance looked at her computer and then back at Booth, with a slight pout tugging at the corners of her lips. That had hurt her feelings. Booth didn't mean it like it probably sounded. He had meant that OTHER people are desperate, not her.

"Bones, I didn't mean that you're desperate," he tried to recover. She pursed her lips, widened her eyes, and nodded her head as if to say "yeah, sure," but no words escaped her mouth. "Seriously, I didn't mean to, you know, offend you. I hope you know I don't think that about you because you…could, well, never be 'desperate.'" He was grasping for anything to make her feel better. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at her, wishing she would say something. She sure is quiet for being in the middle of an argument he thought to himself.

Arms folded across her chest, she sat and stared up at Booth, clearly annoyed. "Booth, I realize that you're a Luddite, but online chatting is often a very good way to establish a connection with someone without all of the awkwardness that goes along with a first date. Then you meet and the connection continues from there. It's a fascinating comment about our culture," she explained very matter-of-factly as she stood up from her chair.

"Okay, Bones, now you just sound like a dweeb. And I like being technology free, thank you very much," Booth replied, pointing his finger in her direction.

Brennan paused for a moment, furrowing her brow. "Did you just call me a dweeb?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"How old are you? Eight?"

"Okay, forget it, Bones. You're going on a date with some guy you met online. Fantastic. I'm so happy for you. Now, moving on to more pressing issues…we have a case."

Booth breezed past Brennan to her coat rack and grabbed her brown leather jacket. She turned to him, arms folded and said, "Why didn't you just say that instead of criticizing my dating habits?" He took her blue lab coat off of her and slipped on her jacket as she talked.

"I thought I said to forget it, Bones."

"Well, I was just wondering," she replied. She paused for a moment, staying in her place as Booth headed toward her office door. "What did you mean, I could never be desperate?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Booth looked at her with his classic can-we-please-just-move-on look he shot Hodgins and Zack on a daily basis. "You can't just let it go, can you? Always have to have the last word?" He smiled sarcastically.

"No, I'm being serious. What did you mean by that?"

"Last word…as always. That's my Temperance," his smile dripped with sarcasm. He had obviously meant that she was too beautiful and brilliant to EVER be desperate for a man's attention, but he thought ignoring her question would be more fun. "Alright, now how about that case? Let's go." He walked back over to Temperance whose arms were still folded across her chest as if someone had glued them there. He took a hold of her shoulders and maneuvered her toward the door of her office.

"Booth, wait, you didn't answer my question," she pondered, looking back at him. He simply smiled and continued to nudge her through the door.