Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. My birthday is Tuesday though should anyone want to get it for me ;) Title from Counting Crows song Anna Begins.

A/N: This is what you get when keep me from the internet for a night - new fic! Sequel/companion piece to "And Every Time She Sneezes I Believe It's Love". Thanks to thewhiterose3 for planting the idea in my head. I hope it lives up to the first part.

Brennan watched as her partner fidgeted with the files in front of him - pick one up, look over the information, close, repeat. She had a feeling he wasn't comprehending much of it anymore. How a case a day old could already have so many suspects was beyond her.

A beep from her computer informed her she had new e-mail and she turned slightly in her chair, still watching him out of the corner of her eye. Something in the file he was currently looking at must have triggered his instinct; he bit his lip studying it. She grinned, wondering if he realized he was doing it, of just how adorable it looked. Adorable?! Where had that come from? Sure, she knew he was attractive, but, well, she could - she often did - appreciate it without sounding like a schoolgirl.

"Ange said she should be done with the facial reconstruction by the end of the day." She turned in the chair so that she was facing him once again.

"Good." He threw the file on the large pile in front of him and fell against the back of the couch. "I'd like to talk with Franklin again."

"The man who found the body?"

"Yeah, something about his story isn't adding up."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Famous gut instinct?"

"Yeah." His eyes, despite their evident fatigue, challenged her.

"You look exhausted." She stood and crossed her office, settling next to him on the couch. "You know, you could have woken me up on the way back last night. At least then I could've kept you company." She nudged his shoulder. "Even if you wouldn't let me drive."

"It's probably better I let you sleep; that way I didn't have to worry about ending up on any imaginary roads." His mouth turned up in a half smile and, she couldn't help it, she laughed.

"Booth, that was completely your fault. You should get new maps at least once every two years."

"If you hadn't insisted on taking the short cut it wouldn't have been an issue." He crossed his arms and continued before she could launch her next argument. "Anyhow, how else would I have learned that you talk in your sleep?" He gulped, another situation lodging itself in his head. It distracted him so much he almost missed her look of panic.

"Wha-what'd I say?"

"You-" He paused "Nothing important. I really couldn't make anything out...just a lot of murmuring...."

She let out a heavy sigh. "Oh, well, you still should have woken me up."

"Listen Bones, everyone needs a break every now and then, someone to take care of them once and awhile." He turned to meet her eyes, waiting for her argument. It didn't come.

"Thanks, Booth."

He nodded, letting his arm fall across her shoulders. "Now, while you look over those x-rays again - because we both know you're going to - I'm gonna shut my eyes for a minute."

She let out a laugh and slowly stood; he was practically snoring already. Carefully, she pulled the blanket from behind him on the couch and draped it across his lap. She grabbed the file he'd been studying so intently and settled in at her desk, content with the warmth and new sense of purpose bubbling from within.