A/N: So I love Bones, and I love Broadway… The past couple times I've listened to this song(As Long As You're Mine from Wicked) I couldn't help but think it would make a great story. I tried looking to see if its already been done – if so I apologize for a similar story, if not I hope you all enjoy! I'll be including the lyrics when appropriate, but for now… Enjoy!!

Booth had been dreaming about this day for only God knows how long, and it took everything in his being to help him believe this night was actually happening.

How did this night begin? What made this dinner different than any other dinner and he and Bones had together? Oh yeah, they didn't just get done solving a case! That's it! But how is it that one little detail makes all the difference?

It had been a while since any cases came into the FBI which required the partnership if Special Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan, and as a result, something was missing in Booth's life. No, it wasn't the thrill of going out into the field, nor was it the satisfaction of knowing one less killer was out on the streets… it was the company that was normally being kept by the one person who could have this crazy effect on him, his Bones. Sure they had called each other a number of times during the dry spell of serial killers, but it just wasn't the same, he needed to see her, spend time with her, be with her.

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Brennan had never thought of herself as one to be impulsive… about anything really – except maybe a 'vacation' to help ID victims from a recent disaster – but this was the last thing she ever thought would just, happen.

She realized that it had been a while since she and her admittedly (at least to Angela) attractive partner had seen each other, and she did notice his absence, but she had other work to fill the time that would normally be used in identifying murder victims and everything that came with them. Although she was glad to have made progress on a number of different bodies in Limbo, she missed the company of one person that wasn't needed in this process – her knight in FBI standard issue body armor.

After a long day of being hunched over some bones, Brennan returned to her office only to find a missed call and message on her cell, and a smile unknowingly crossed her face as she listened to the message.

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He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to see her. He called her cell, not really knowing what kind of plans he would suggest but he was sure he'd figure something out by the time she answered.

Ring…ring…ring… ring…

"You've reached the voicemail of Dr. Temperance Brennan, I'm sorry I'm unable to answer your call. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I receive your call."

BEEP!

"Hey Bones, it's me. I was just wondering if you wanted to get some dinner tonight – nothing big, just at the diner or something… but yeah… it's been a while since we've had a case and I just thought that maybe…"

BEEP!

"What? Damn…" Booth shut his phone knowing there was nothing else he could really do until he got a call back from Bones. He looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30, "I'll give it a while until I try back, she's probably off dealing with bones in Limbo, she'll get bored and find some reason to go to her office at some point." Booth went along with his day: paperwork, procrastinating, checking sports highlights online…

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"Hey Bones!"

"Booth, I got your message, and dinner sounds great!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but do you think we can go someplace other than the diner? I'm in the mood for something a little… fancier."

"Really? What were you thinking, Bones?"

"I don't know… I'm kind of in the mood for something... Italian. Know any good Italian places?"

"As a matter of fact... I know just the place."

"Great! Where?"

"It's going to be a surprise. Where would you like me to pick you up?

"Well that depends, which is going to be easier for you?"

"Let's see… Why don't you be ready at your place at 7?"

"Sounds good, I'll see you then!"

"OK, see you then. Bye Bones."

"Bye. Hey Booth…"

"Yeah?"

"I can't wait…"

"Me too Bones."

Booth closed his phone with a smile across his face. It's a good thing he's been cleaning to pass the time the past couple of days. But now, what would he be making for dinner?

A/N #2: Oh yeah… this is my first fic, so please let me know what you think!