CATCH OF THE DAY

(a Fanfic by Tallielle)

(Note: All characters belong to Fox and Hart Hanson/Kathy Reichs! I just like writing about them.)

Hello All! This is my first Bones fanfic! I hope you enjoy it!

Introduction:

Temperance Brennan sat bolt upright in her bed, hands clutching her blankets, eyes wide. It was 5:30 am, which was definitely earlier than the usual Tempe rising time. Her brain immediately sprung into action and whirred with possibilities as to what had jarred her into full awareness so suddenly.

She rubbed her eyes and surveyed her surroundings, her ears also straining for unusual sounds in her apartment.

All she could hear was the ticking of her hall clock and...nothing...no!

Wait!

There, she heard something, a faint banging that sounded like it was coming from the foyer.

Without bothering to pull on any sweatpants over her underwear, Dr. Brennan grabbed the baseball bat that she kept under her bed and stalked into the hall way.

BANG BANG BANG!

There it was again, and it sounded like knocking? Coming from her front door?

It was then shortly followed by her doorbell, which didn't ring, it buzzed.

Still carrying the baseball bat, she crept slowly to the door.

She raised the bat, unlocked the door, opened it quickly and was ready to swing when she was confronted with...

the smiling face of her partner Seeley Booth.

He was dressed in what looked like an FBI wind breaker and fisherman's cap and held up a greasy white bag and a cardboard tray with two cups of coffee....

and she was...

thoroughly embarrassed.

She was more than disheveled, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear and wielding a baseball bat.

She put the bat down quickly and hid the lower half of her body behind the door frame, peering around it at him, annoyance and curiosity swimming in her eyes.

"Booth. What are you doing at my house at 5:30am?"

She could see that Booth was trying not to laugh. He was smiling broadly and the corners of his mouth kept turning up...the laughter would come at any minute.

Instead, the agent turned around and coughed to mask it.

Very polite Booth, she thought a bit sarcastically.

"I expected a nicer greeting than that," he quipped, "After all, I brought breakfast. AND apparently, someone is an extremely heavy sleeper." He gestured with the bag of donuts to the flashing red light on her answering machine.

Brennan sighed. How was it that a man with what she was sure was at most 75 percent of her I.Q. could make her feel so incredibly stupid sometimes?

"Come in," she said resignedly, "And let me go put some pants on."

He entered before she had the chance to bolt to her room and pinned her with a laughing brown eyed stare.

He gestured with his coffee and smile wryly.

"This is a good look for you Bones." His eyes moved to her flimsy t-shirt and his eyebrows raised, "Air Supply? Oh maaan Bones!"

She looked him up and down, "Like your clothes are any better! And for your information I wear this shirt to bed because it is comfortable. There was a time when I did like the band, but then I realized that the 1980's what one big drawn out fad. So now I wear them to can explain YOUR outfit when I come back after I put on some pants."

With that she turned around and started to stalk towards her room.

"I thought you weren't one for fads, Bones. You know with you basically being a hermit and all during your schooling."

Her mind was still adjusting to being awake. The only come back she could think of really did make much sense but she threw it at him anyway.

"Hermits were typically male monks and originated in the christian eremitic tradition. And thus being so they got very little nourishment. So, the rear you are currently staring at would be much less attractive if it belonged to a person who had once been a hermit."

What!

Tempe nearly hit her head in exasperation at herself as she disappeared into her bedroom. At least she had sounded smart, and she was pretty sure that because of that she had the upper hand in the usual banter for now.

What she didn't know was that Booth now stood in her foyer blushing, with his eyes firmly planted on the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Ten minutes later Brennan was dressed in dark wash jeans, a blazer and a shirt.

Booth snorted as she entered the room.

"Good thing I have your crime scene attire in the car, and that it's warm and waterproof."

Brennan looked puzzled as she took the coffee from where he had set it on her kitchen counter.

"Do you want to know the reason we are up this early, and that I am dressed like this?" He made a gesture with his coffee.

"Yes?"

He looked straight at her.

"Fishermen."