Author's Note: I don't know about you all, but I am a sweatshirt fanatic. In fact, I just got done cleaning out my closet and had to put 5 sweatshirts in a box to store them because half of my closet is STILL sweatshirts. I was thinking today how every girl loves guys' sweatshirts and how every girl loves to hold on to one when they fall asleep, or wear their oversized ones, so what about Bones? Does she love them as much as we do?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or the characters. I only own the story.

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Oversized and cologne-soaked

He had a habit of just coming over. She would answer the door and there he was, holding take-out and smile that says 'You know you want food!', and this night was not any different.

"Hey ya Bones! Look what I brought!" Booth said as he shakes the bag with delicious take-out, and not only that but he what seemed to be a case of some sort in the other hand.

"What's in the case Booth?" Bones questioned.

"Oh! Well since you refuse to buy an idiot box, I decided to bring a mini version of it for us to enjoy a movie, albeit a small screen but it'll work!"

She couldn't help but notice as he pushed on in that he was comfortably dressed in sweatpants and his sweatshirt. Now why was he wearing a sweatshirt when it's abnormally warm outside? I don't think I've ever seen him in a sweatshirt, except the time he was in the hospital. She shrugged it off and followed him into the kitchen. After settling in with the food on the couch, Booth pulled out the portable DVD player and put in Transformers.

"Now this just makes no sense. Why would strange alien robots be living on earth?"

Booth laughed. "We've all asked the question, but there is no answer. It's just a ridiculously amazing movie! Enjoy it, for my sake?" And he gave her one of his adoring smiles, the one she can't say no to.

As the food was eaten and the movie continued, Bones actually seemed to be enjoying the movie and she ended up pulling the DVD player onto her lap, and so in return Booth had to lean over her a little bit to be able to see the movie. His shoulder brushed up against hers and she felt a shiver go down her spine at the same time he apparently felt that or it was just too hot for him now because the next thing you know he's pulling off his sweatshirt and throwing it across the other couch.

"Apparently it's too hot in here." He stated, smirking. You have no idea… was all Brennan could think, but just shrugged her shoulders and continued to watch the movie. She couldn't deny it; she loved movie nights with Booth. It gave them another reason to be as close as they are. She'd always wondered what it would be like to have a movie on and end up in his arms, but she knew that would complicate things way too much for their current work situation.



"Well I suppose that's the end of it." Booth said as the credits rolled and Linkin Park played along. Brennan bobbed her head along with the music as she picked up the take-out leftovers and cleaned up the kitchen.

"You never cease to amaze me," was all Booth could say.

"Why?"

"Linkin Park? Really? I didn't picture you as a Linkin Park kinda woman."

"Oh what do you know." And they laugh together. Apparently not enough he thought.

"Night Bones."

"Night Booth, see you tomorrow morning!"

"Donuts and Coffee?" He offered.

"Sounds good! See ya around 7 then!"

Brennan walked back into her apartment and gets ready to head to bed, and as she turned off the lights, she noticed a grey sweatshirt draped over her couch and she recalls when Booth had taken it off. She lifts it up, so that she can put it next to her purse to remember to bring with her in the morning when she gets a big whiff of his cologne that was baked into the cloth. Ammaazzziinnggg - is it really possible that a guy can smell that good? Getting ready to put it down, she found herself picking it back up – putting her arms through – then her head – and pulling the oversized hoodie down. What am I doing? This is Booth's sweatshirt! But it's so comfortable and the smell! She finally decided to leave it on and felt like what would be the little school girl she never had been and walked into her bed room.

That night, she slept the most sound she had in weeks. With nightmares continuously, and the thought of someone else trying to kill her or bury her alive, it is hard to get a decent night's sleep, but this was different. Before drifting off, she found herself curled up in a ball, on her side, with her arm underneath her head. Why, it happened to also be the spot on the sweatshirt that smelt the best. Closing her eyes, she imagined Booth lying next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, keeping her safe and protecting her.

She awoke and felt refreshed. She wondered what the change had been, when she took in a breath and jerked her head around - Where is he? Why do I smell Booth? When she finally looked down, she remembered why she smelled her hot FBI partner – she had unintentionally borrowed some clothing.

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