Thank you for reading my story. This is my first bones fanfic so read and review (: Enjoy.

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Chapter one

"Hello Booth." Bones said into her cell phone. It was a crisp friday afternoon. Brennan was finishing off some paper work for a recent case then planning on writing a little bit for her upcoming book. Her publishers were requesting, well more like demanding, the next chapter so it was necessary. She had to admit, she'd been waiting for him to call. Something about his voice always soothed her, no matter what was going on around her.

"Hiya Bones." Booth replied smiling. Booth had been dying to hear her voice all day. It was too bad it came along with a new case and a decomposed body. But hey, she enjoyed the examining so maybe it wasn't so bad after all. He had just dropped Parker off at Rebecca's after picking up for school and had been planning to drop in on Bones anyway. Atleast now he had a reason to.

"I presume we have a case?" She asked.

"Yep. I'm swinging by the Jeffersonian to pick you up now."

"Okay." she replied contently as she straightened up her paperwork.

Booth had been having a hard time lately. It was Bones. Its not like she'd done anything wrong, she'd done the exact opposite of wrong but ever since his coma-dream Booth was sure he was in love with her. Apparently, according to Sweets, his surgery which sent him into a coma-dream, had given him a false feeling of emotion. He said that Booth only 'thought' he was in love with Brennan. But how could he know? Sure, Sweets had tons of credentials and things like that but he had nothing on Booth when it came to life experience, which completely clouded his judgment. He had always listened to his heart before, why was it so hard to now? Why was he going to let a few brain scans and a shrink tell him he didn't love her? Booth had told her before, I would do anything for you. I would die for you. I would kill for you. And He knew if he had to he would. He was ninety-nine percent sure he had loved Bones before the surgery, but was that enough? He couldn't be sure. If he couldn't be one-hundred percent sure, then how could he know its true. Bones herself had to remind him that he wore funny socks and the cocky belt buckle. He'd even found a clown funny. He squeezed his nose and everything, which was not like him. From what he could remember he used to be terrified of clowns. But loving Bones felt real. It didn't feel like it was just made up or from a story. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized the markers and signs were there from the very beginning. The chemistry. What made them excellent at their job. What wasn't there to love about her? She was beautiful, intelligent, confident, different. He'd never met someone like her. Even though they had differencing opinions he wouldn't know what he'd do without her. All the bickering and arguments, he wouldn't trade it for the world. Even knowing that he did love Bones its not like he could tell her. When he had tried to, he saw the fear in her eyes, the panic.

"What did you want to tell me?" she asked him, curiosity evident in her deep blue eyes.

"That I love you... " he paused measuring her reaction then quickly adding, "In a professional, 'atta girl' kind of way."

" 'Atta girl' kind of way?" she asked some emotion he couldn't recognize flashed through her eyes then smoothed over.

"Right back at'cha Booth. I love you too. 'Atta Boy.' "

She wasn't ready for that. He wondered if she ever would be. Who was he kidding? She didn't love him, he would know if she loved him. He was just her comforting friend and partner, nothing more. But that was his problem. He wanted to be so much more then that. He suddenly remembered his conversation with Dr. Gordon-Gordon. Chef Gordon-Gordon, he corrected himself silently.

"When you were in the coma, you got a glimpse into another world."

"Great, and how does that help me aim my gun?" he'd asked him with sarcasm leaking into his voice.

"Temperance Brennan. You're in love with her. You're building a world around her. Family."

"We're not compatible. She sees the world one way, I see it another way."

Which was completely true. She didn't want him, he was sure. But like Gordon Gordon had said, the heart chooses what it chooses. He couldn't help what he felt. He was just going to have to deal with it and hope for the best.

"Hello Studly," Angela smiled and winked as Booth came through the labs sliding glass door, pulling him out of his reverie.

"Hey Angela," He smiled back looking past her to Bones' office.

"Taking Bren out for a little rendezvous? " Booth laughed at that, wishing badly he didn't want it to be true.

"I'll go and get her for you." she said walking to Bones' office.

"Sweetie, your knight in shining FBI standard-issue body armor has arrived." Angela relayed to Bones as she peeked into her office.

Bones grabbed her lab coat and switched it out for her regular jacket. Angela was never going to give up.

"Hey maybe this time when you solve the case you two can celebrate by getting all hot and sweaty." Angela joked as her best friend gathered her things up.

"Booth would find that uncomfortable and complicated. You know, having to deal with a sexual relationship." Bones replied. Booth was a very attractive man and it was true she had thought about it more then once. No one could blame her or any other woman for fantasizing about him. But with Booth it ran deeper then that, Bones couldn't explain why, and it was completely unlike her to think in that way. And yet..

"Right," Angela replied sarcastically. "You know i think he'd be up for it," she told Brennan as she walked through her office door," but that's just me." When was Bren going to give in, she couldn't keep running forever.

"Bye Ange," Bones said dismissive as she linked arms with her partner and left the lab.

"Ooh are you writing another book?" Booth asked. Eyeing the manuscript in her hands.

"Yes I am." she replied.

"Am I in it?"

"Absolutely not." she laughed. What a lie, she thought to herself.

Booth just shook his head and chuckled.

They arrived at the crime scene to find skeletal remains being laid out ready to be examined. They had been found in a dumpster by the man owning a restaurant next door.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan. Right this way." said one of the FBI squints directing them to the remains. Bones leaned down to examine them.

"The owner found the remains when he was taking out the trash. It must have been dumped earlier that day, which is why no one noticed." the squint told them.

"Alright thanks." Booth said as he turned to Bones for answers.

"Definitely Human. Barely any flesh left, not much work for Cam, Caucasian male, mid-30's, evidence of muscular stature. A Hole in the skull indicates a possible gun shot wound," Bones said carefully turning the skull over in her hands. She was always so thorough.

"Its definitely murder," she concluded as she looked up at Booth. Her blue eyes showed the emotion her face didn't give away. Some seemed to think she was a cold fish but Booth knew better. Bones wasn't one to show her emotions much, but he knew they were there. She was Iceland, cool to the touch but hot volcano underneath.

"Were going to have to get Hodgins down here to gather some particulates and whatever bugs are on the remainder of the body."

He relayed the message to the FBI squints. She finished up and gathered her equipment up and waited for Booth.

"Hey Booth?" she asked innocently as they were walked to his SUV. He knew the question before it even escaped her lips. "No way Bones. You are Not driving."

He unlocked his SUV and got in. "Oh come on. I'm an excellent driver." she pleaded.

"Close but no cigar." he replied.

"I don't know what that means." she said with a puzzled look as she opened the trunk to put her equipment away.

"Of course you don't," he replied chuckling. He always found her lack of social skills hilarious.

He looked up through the rearview mirror as Bones started to take her boots and lab coat off. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her soft curls. Did she not realize the effect she had on him? He quickly turned to the front before she could catch him staring.

She got in and he started to drive. That's when he heard a rumbling noise. Bones slipped her hands over her stomach to stifle the noise. Like she thought he wouldn't hear it. "Bones, have you eaten today?" Booth asked her, concerned. Of course he knew the answer. She always ignored her needs for a case: no matter what. But that's what he was there for.

"Oh yeah. This morning with my coffee." she said keeping her eyes towards the window. Yeah, okay. He thought Sarcastically.

"I don't know if you are aware but you're a terrible liar Bones." Booth replied.

She sighed and stared at into his chocolate brown eyes with slight annoyance and admiration. If only she had Booths ability. It was really incredible how he read and interacted with people. She had tried to do what he did many times but failed miserably. He amazed her more each day, and after his coma she had been worried things would never be the same between them, but she could see he was slowly slipping back into himself and they were finally getting back to where they were before, possibly closer. She knew Booth wouldn't give in if she argued, but she was going to try anyway.

"I have to get back to the Jeffersonian to identify the remains." she said quickly.

"Cam, Wendell, Angela and Hodgins are all there. They can keep it under control until you get there. You have to eat."

"But Booth-" she whined.

Even whining it, Booth loved the way his name slipped off her tongue. "No buts Bones, were going to eat."

And with that they stopped for breakfast at their favorite place, The Royal Diner.