It's probably a really, really stupid idea to be starting this two days before a new semester starts and I get so busy I can hardly breathe, but oh well.

As Temperance Brennan slowly opened her eyes on Sunday morning, she had a feeling this was going to be a very, very interesting day. She dragged herself out of bed and opened the curtain, seeing what anyone else would have thought as a miracle. Yes, it was a winter wonderland outside. Perfect for children to go sledding, while parents drag themselves out of bed to shovel out their driveway. To anyone else, this was absolutely perfect weather.

But, to Temperance Brennan, nothing could have been worse. They were right in the middle of a very high profile case, and FBI had been pressing them for results that they just did not have yet. And, judging by the amount of snow on the street that had yet to be plowed, it looked like work was going to be out of the question. Although it was a good opportunity to work on her latest book, she had a severe case of writers block, and she knew nothing she wrote was going to be worth reading.

Temperance shivered, putting on her bathrobe, and headed out to her kitchen. She was rummaging through her cupboard, trying to decide what to have for breakfast when there was a knock at her door. Temperance was hopeful for a moment, thinking that perhaps the roads really weren't that bad, and maybe she would in fact be able to get to work. However, her hope was shattered when she opened her door and saw Booth standing outside her door with a very large box in his hand. He grinned at her when she opened her door.

"Hey Bones. No Jeffersonian today. Roads are shit." She looked at him with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"If you got here, I can get there."

"Sorry, Bones. FBI perk. Hardly anyone's even allowed on the roads."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not just anyone. And that we're working on a very high profile case that needs to be solved, and we're at a dead end. Or did this slip your mind?"

"Are you kidding Bones? See this thing?" Booth tapped his head, grinning at Temperance. "Yeah, it's a steel trap. Seeley Booth doesn't forget anything. Just like he didn't forget the fact that you still don't own a television." He gestured at the large box he was carrying. "Where do you want it?"

Temperance glared at him. "Booth, I have absolutely no use for a television. It'll just collect dust and clutter up my living room."

Booth ignored him as he invited himself into her apartment. He made his way over to a shelf, clearing a spot for the new television to go. He began setting it up, completely ignoring the withering look Temperance was giving him the entire time.

Once the television was all set up, he stood back, admiring his handy work.

"Well, Bones, since we're stuck inside, and I'm here, I figured we could start you off on expanding your knowledge of pop culture. First on the list, It's A Wonderful Life."

"But I've seen that," Brennan pouted at him for a moment.

"Yes, but It's A Wonderful Life is so not a movie you just watch once. It's a classic. You need to see this one more than once."

Booth popped the movie in, convincing Temperance to join him on the couch. Once it started, their friendly banter stopped and Temperance was completely engrossed in the movie. Booth however was completely engrossed in watching Bones.

When he couldn't take it anymore, he got up and went into the kitchen to get some coffee. Stewart's voice floated throughout the entire apartment.

"What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary."

Booth watched Temperance smile softly at George's sentimental line. He liked being able to see her life this, completely relaxed and not analyzing everything for once in her life. It felt incredibly natural for him to be standing in her kitchen, helping himself to coffee while they watched old movies together. He wasn't sure when it began feeling natural for him to be in every part of his partner's life, but whenever it was, he was grateful. As much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to fall in love with her. Fast. He knew, if she would let him, he would give her everything in the entire world. Even the moon.

Temperance paused the movie and glanced over at him.

"Booth, you ok in there?"

He smiled softly before walking back in to the living. "Yup, just got distracted."

He sat down next to her, watching her shift slowly closer and closer to him as the movie progressed. By the end, she was curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He cursed when the credits came up, knowing the moment had to end.

During the entire movie, Temperance's attention had been elsewhere. She was only half focused on how much good George Bailey had done for everyone in Bedford Falls. The majority of her attention, however, was on how much good her partner, Seeley Booth, had done in just the year and a half she had known him. At first she had hated the cocky FBI agent, but as the time progressed, she began to he was a truly good man. Time after time, he had saved her. He saved her in New Orleans. He saved her when she was captured and tied up, left to be fed to the dogs. He threatened the gang member on her behalf. And he saved her when she found her mother's bones. Without him in that barn with McVicar, she could not have survived. Without him holding her and reassuring her, she would never have made it through the case. It had been at that moment that she realized he was probably the best thing that would ever happen to her. She trusted him more than anyone in her entire life. He found her brother for her. He was always there for her, and had never tried to make a move on her.

Temperance had known for a while that she loved Booth. What she didn't know was when the love became something more than that between to best friends. Yes, Temperance Brennan, the woman who believed in sex as a recreational activity, and who never let anyone in her life, much less her heart, has fallen in love with her partner. Upon this realization, she found it hard to breathe. Complications with the relationship flooded her brain, the most obvious of them being that they worked together, and a break-up would destroy the trust they needed during fieldwork. In the back on her brain, Temperance thought that maybe they wouldn't break up. Which, she knew, was irrational, because no break-up would either mean the death of one of them, or marriage. Neither of which she wanted. If he died, it would destroy her. She could not go on without him. But marriage. She'd always dreaded the idea of marriage, right? Then, why, did her heart beat speed up in excitement, and maybe even anticipation at the thought, not fear?

That thought, more than any she had all day, terrified her. The thought that she was so willing to let someone else into every aspect of her life. And, more than anything, she wanted that with Booth. She wanted them to come home at late hours after an exhausting case to the same apartment, and be able to curl up and relax with someone who knew exactly what they went through day in and day out. She realized, more than anything, she wanted a real, old-fashioned; court her relationship with Seeley Booth.

Temperance Brennan's feelings when she woke up that morning were right. It had proved to be a very interesting day.