Hi everyone!

Okay so this is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle! Oh and very important, English is not my native language, so please be nice about the simple words I use. It is a bit short(I want to know what you guys think of my writing, and will update very soon depending on the reviews! ) about our perfect couple Booth Brennan, interacting with our little stalker(remember him?) it's an idea I had today, so if you like this maybe I will turn it in to a longer story. Enjoy and please review! i do not own bones!

She sat in her office, reading old case files, trying to come up with ideas for her new book. She has an excellent memory, but somehow she forgot half of the case plots from the last month.

There hasn't been a case in over a week, and she started to get bored. She enjoyed her time in the field more than she would ever admit, especially since it was the time she spend with that confusing and gut following FBI man.

Why did Booth shake her world like that? She build herself like a rational, sophisticated and science driven person, but somehow he was the only one that could make her say words like 'jumping the gun' or 'ol' man'. She even let him call her bones! Why didn't he just call her Brennan, or Dr. B, like Hodgins did. It just had to be different. Well he was a weird nickname kind of guy...

A small smile came across her face every moment Booth crossed her mind. Excellent symmetric face, with a body like carved out of stone. Square shoulders, muscular arms and chest. A body that could take a hard punch and still stand up straight. she feld a little giddy everytime she thought of him, and she could not place that feeling.

Booth and Brennan have been working together for almost 5 years, but she could never understand Booth completely.

She knew his manouvres, what made him happy or sad, what drove him. But everytime she looked into his eyes, her findings were thrown out the window. His chocolate brown eyes were filled with warmth, and praising her of some sort when he looked at her. She was a genius, but incapable of reading the most simple emotions.

Lost in her thought, Brennan didn't notice Angela walked in her office, gasping.

"Sweetie! You have to come look. We have a new employee, he works on the new exhibit next to us. But he kinda reminds me of something, like I know him. But you know my memory is not even half as good as yours so can you please come look?"

Her best friend was phasing through her office in some kind of panic, but Brennan only woke up from her daydream after Angela slapped her hand on the desk. "Sweetie! Did you hear what I said?"

Brennan locked eyes with her and tried very hard to comprehend what was going on. "Was it something about a new employee, at another exhibit?" Angela squeeked.

"I am not interested in watching, I'd rather work on my book."

"But sweetie, like I said, I need your perfect memory, he reminds me of a weirdo from the past but I am not sure, and I don't want to slap an innocent man!"

Brennan tried to keep her face straight, how can she let someone else rely on her memory if she herself thinks it is flaky and incomplete? She gave her friend her not interested look, so she didnt have to leave her office. "Ang, I am going to eat my sandwich and want to work on my book. If I have work for you I will let you know."

The girl stopped her phasing around and sighed. "you are no fun, I will send you a picture!" and with that Angela left quickly.

After eating her sandwich, Brennan decided to call booth. She hadn't heard from him all day, but hope rose that if she called him, a case will appear.

Booth.

"hello booth, it's Brennan."

ah bones! Miss me already?

Well, you would not believe it, but i was hoping there would be a new case by now."

i am sorry bones, nothing greasy or slimey today.

"that is unfortunate. call me when you have one!"

you betcha! i've been dying to get out of the office today.

They laughed and agreed on an early stop of the day.

I will take you to dinner, I am craving some chinese!

"Let us do that booth, will you pick me up at four? I need some groceries for my dinner party tomorrow."

at your service bones!

They hung up, and both enjoyed their dinner plans more than normal. Somerhing was changing, but Brennan couldn't grasp what is was.