A/N: just a little something I came up with when I read the title of a chapter of somebody's FF. I thought this fit rather nicely. This chapter is extremely short. Enjoy :)

I own none of these characters… Hart Hanson does (lucky man)

Brennan had been waiting some time before Booth arrived at the reflecting pool, her fingers tightened around the small box she held on her lap, the one that contained the souvenir she had brought back from Indonesia, for Booth. She smiled to herself as she thought about the gift that lay inside. She was sure he was going to like it.

Her eyes drifted to the crowd of people that walked, paired, grouped and solo through the mall, each on their own mission.

"Bones," the familiar word sent chills down her spine, not the way that caused tension, but the way that sent electricity through her body. She had missed the sound of his voice, the way he had uttered her name. She'd missed him in ways, she hadn't even complemented. She missed the way he persuaded her to eat pie, despite her distaste for it, she missed the way he asked her to "dumb-down" her scientific vocalizations. But mostly, she missed the way he stepped into her personal space, his face inches from hers, so close that she was always able to smell the scent of his cologne. No one smelt, quite like him.

Brennan stood as she watched him pace his way towards her, she placed the box on the steel bench where she had been waiting, and stood up straight. He hadn't changed much in a year; his hair cut was more or less the same, unlike hers. His army uniform was replaced with the familiar FBI suit. He sure wasn't wasting time in getting back to familiarity.

"Hi," he smiled pulling her to him and folding her into his arms.

She closed her eyes, allowing the familiarity of his embrace to consume her. His cent, somehow seemed stronger, almost overwhelmingly so. She inched closer to him, eager to feel the proximity between them.

Finally, he withdrew from her, making a space between them.

"365 days…" Booth smiled drinking her in.

"It felt like years," she confessed.

"I like your hair," he said entwining his fingers through her now shoulder-length straight hair. He laughed at the way her new fringe bounced when she titled her head. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Booth," she felt her cheeks warm.

"So how was the work you did in Indonesia?"

Brennan smiled. "It was interesting. What about your army training?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "It was good. I met a lot of people who were eager to fight for their country," he said. Booth eyed the box on the bench, bringing a wide smile to Brennan's face. She took the box in her hand and extended it to her friend.

"I brought you a gift, Booth," she smiled in anticipation of his reaction. There was no doubt in her mind how much he'd like it.

Booth narrowed his eyes. "How much do I owe you?" he asked skeptically.

"I don't know what that means."

"Last time you brought me a book, you asked me to pay for myself."

Brennan took a step back, feeling hurt. "I've come a long way since then, Booth. This was a gift I brought for you. I didn't-"

He reached out and seized her shoulders making eye contact. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'll open it," he took the box from her, and removed the lid with caution. It took a moment for his eyes to widen as he carefully took it from its resting place, cradling it, securely in his hands.

"Wow… Bones, this is…" he was speechless as he admired his new treasure.

Hehehehe. Way to leave you hanging… if you want to know what the gift is, and I'm sure you do, leave me a review and I'll be sure to post the next chapter *wicked grin*