Spitfire303 prompt: for partners what if B&B are mistaken for a couple and play along with it as a joke leading to questions.

This story takes place sometime after "The Bones that Foam".

A/N: I have recently re-edited this story. All 65 chapters have been updated as of 9/24/2015. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth had complained that he was hungry, so spying a place called the Dogfish Head Alehouse in Gaithersburg, Maryland he pulled into the parking lot. "Ok, you have to eat at a place called Dogfish Head Alehouse. Just have to, I mean wow."

Not sure his statement was based upon fact, Brennan stared at the building in wonder, "I suppose you do."

Amused at her expression, Booth exited the truck and walked around it to the passenger's side. Waiting for Brennan to exit the truck, he Googled the restaurant on his phone and studied the menu. Brennan staring over his arm at the small screen, pointed out, "Oh, they have a nice variety of salads."

Delighted at his find, Booth jabbed at the screen, "Hey mac and cheese. Hey, you can add chicken or steak too. This is awesome."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan responded, "I suppose we should go in."

His arm around her waist, Booth smiled, "Come on, you'll love it. When we get back we can tell everyone where we ate. They'll be green with envy that we found a place like this believe me."

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Approaching the restaurant, Booth noticed an elderly couple standing beside their car staring at a flat tire. Walking over to the car, he smiled, "Do you folks need any help?"

Not wanting to be a bother, the elderly man declined, "Nah, I'll call my son and he can come and get us. I'll have the car towed someplace."

Shaking his head, Booth smiled, "If you have a spare tired I'll be happy to change it for you."

Surprised at his generosity, the man's wife waved her hands, "Oh dear, we don't want to be any trouble to you." We'll manage." Watching Brennan step next to Booth, the lady continued, "I'm sure you have something better to do that mess with our old tires."

Certain he didn't want them stranded with a bad tire, Booth insisted, "Nah, give me the keys to your trunk and I'll take care of it. It won't take too long and then you can be on your way."

Handing over the keys, the elderly man spoke, "My name is Bill and this is my wife Drew. Thanks for helping. We really appreciate it."

Booth, popping the trunk, started pulling out odd and ends and laying them on the ground to get access to the spare tire and the jack.

Drew turning to Brennan smiled in appreciation, "Your man is so sweet. You're such a lovely couple my dear."

Not sure if she should correct the woman, Brennan observed Booth remove his jacket and was struck with a playful thought. Stepping closer to him, she took the jacket from him and smiled, "I'll take this Honey."

Startled, Booth stared at Brennan in wonder, "Is everything okay?"

Amused with his reaction, Brennan replied, "Sure Buck. Everything is fine. I just don't want your jacket to get dirty."

Catching on, Booth beamed, "Okay, Wanda, this won't take long."

Drew, wrapping her arm around her husband's arm, admired Booth's efficiency as he took the old tire off and replaced it with the spare. Noticing the gun holster and the badge, she asked, "Is your man a policeman?"

Brennan shook her head, "No he's with the FBI."

Impressed, Drew responded, "Oh my. I've never met an FBI agent before. Are all FBI agents so sweet and kind like your man?"

Brennan feeling very mischievous, assured her, "Oh, yes, its part of the FBI motto."

Snickering under his breath, Booth tightened the lug nuts on the replacement tire, stood and carried the flat back to the trunk of the car.

Drew, impressed that the FBI hired sweet men, smiled in gratitude, "The FBI sure are different on the TV. I think it's a shame that Hollywood makes them seem so hard nose. I had no idea that they were so kind."

Nodding her head gravely, Brennan responded, "Yes, sometimes my husband just weeps over the terrible image the FBI has with the public because of TV and movies."

Rolling his eyes, Booth picked up the items that had previously been in the trunk and placed them back in. Arranging everything to make maximum room, Booth finally closed the trunk and handed the keys back to the couple. "There you go. Good as new. Might want to get a new spare though."

Bill, wanting to repay the kindness shown them tried to insist, "Oh you have to let up buy you lunch. It's the least me and Drew can do for you."

Shaking his head, Booth informed him, "Nah, that's okay. We aren't allowed to take money or gratuity from the public. It's a rule."

Disappointed, Bill commented, "What a dumb rule. Still, we're going to eat lunch, you want to join us for company?"

Checking with Brennan and seeing her nod, Booth smiled, "Sure, of course we would." Retrieving his jacket from his partner he shrugged it back on and extended his arm, "Wanda."

Placing her arm around Booth's arm, Brennan informed Drew, "Buck loves mac and cheese and we heard they sell it here."

Delighted that the sweet FBI agent and his lady were dining with them, Drew gushed, "It ain't like any you've ever eaten Honey. It's my favorite."

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Sitting in the restaurant, Booth sat close enough to Brennan to allow him to keep his arm around her. Deciding to stay in character, he intermittently hugged her and once in a while he'd lean closer and kiss her on the cheek. Brennan, each feathery kiss on her cheek causing her pulse to quicken, felt her skin flush and grow a little hot as the lunch progressed.

Drew and Bill, awed at how cute Booth and Brennan looked together, smiled and patted them each. Drew, happy for the couple sitting across the table from her gushed, "You two are such a beautiful couple. I hope you're with each other forever. You are so cute I could just eat you up."

Laughing, Booth kissed Brennan and remarked, "Wanda is my soul mate, Drew. She was made for me."

A little confused, Brennan stared at Booth and then down at her hands. Looking up she noticed Drew staring at her.

Misunderstanding Brennan's expression, Drew smiled, "Men can be such hopeless romantics my dear. When you find one you like that make sure not to let them go. Love can be hard to find in this mean old world. When you do find love make sure you guard it well and nurture it. It might not come back around again."

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Lunch done, Booth and Brennan walked back to the SUV. A strange feeling the pit of his stomach, Booth kept glancing back at Brennan as they crossed the parking lot. Finally stopping at the rear of his truck, Booth stopped and leaned against the tailgate, "That was fun Bones, thanks. I love undercover stuff even if it's a joke."

Not sure how to broach the topic, Brennan decided to be blunt, "Am I your soul mate, Booth?"

Flustered, Booth replied, "Uh, what are you talking about, Bones?"

Staring at Booth intently, Brennan responded, "You told Drew and Bill that I was your soul mate. Were you making that up or do you really think I'm your soul mate?"

His face suddenly serious, Booth nodded his head, "I'm not sure I should answer that one Bones. The last thing I want to do is scare you or make you angry with me."

Certain she needed the answer, Brennan assured him, "I want to know the answer to my question, Booth. I promise not to be afraid or angry with your answer. I find myself to be quite brave lately. I'm not sure why. I think I've changed since you were kidnapped and almost killed on that boat Booth. I almost lost you and it's made me rethink a few things in my life. It's made me face some fears that I've had since I was very young and I've decided that I'm tired of how those fears dictate how I live. I want to know if you really think I'm your soul mate or was that was just you acting like Buck."

Bravely, Booth placed his hands on Brennan's upper arms and leaned closer, "Bones, Buck wouldn't know a soul mate if it came up to him and smacked him on the head. I on the other hand know exactly what a soul mate is and believe me, you are the one I've been looking for my whole life. You're the one who completes me. So, yes, you are my soul mate."

Glancing down at Booth's chest and then back up at his worried face, she smiled, "You complete me too Booth. When I'm with you I feel like I can be me. I don't have to pretend to be anyone. I can just be me and I love you for that. I love that you know who I am and accept me as I am."

Pulling her closer to him, Booth kissed her tenderly on the lips and pulled back, "We need to talk Bones. We need to talk about us."

In agreement, Brennan smiled shyly, "Yes, we need to talk about us."

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